Chapter 231: Uncle Nine

The only thing that made Master Jing Xiu feel relieved was the treasure he stepped on under his feet.

This baby is in the dark underground, and there is still a faint red light, and there is a faint sound of thunder in the red light......

It took a long time for Han Bing to stop, and he didn't know how many falls in the dark, but he was glad that Master Silent didn't chase after him. Cold Ice smelled the familiar stale smell again, and he could already feel himself entering the tombway. If you follow this tunnel, you will definitely find an exit. Han Bing suddenly whistled. After a short time, a behemoth flew over in the dark. The strange python of the spirit artifact was wrapped around the huge metal coffin, hovering back and forth above the cold ice.

At this moment, in the darkness in the distance, there was a sudden loud roar, which was the sound of a large bell falling and hitting the ground. The roar echoed in the tomb and could not be subsided for a long time. The roar finally died down, and a violent shaking ensued. The grave was dusty, and the walls of the boulders on both sides were bulging in the cracks. Stones kept falling from the top of the tomb. A strange python in the dark, making an earth-shattering hissing sound. There was a loud "boom", and a section of the tomb had completely collapsed. The entire tomb is shaking violently, and it is possible to bury everything here at any time.

Han Bing panicked, he didn't have time to think about it, he flew to the back of the strange python, and shouted: "Hurry up!" The strange python let out a long roar, almost sticking to the ground and flew forward.

In the dark, there was a "bang", and the strange python didn't know what it had hit on.

The ice on the monster python's back fell to the ground, and there was a big gash on his forehead, and the blood stained his face red at once. He didn't care about that, so he got up from the ground and touched forward...... Han Bing suddenly screamed excitedly, and in the darkness he actually touched the huge stone tablet. He clearly remembered that the huge stone tablet had fallen from the exit of the tomb. Finding this stele is equivalent to finding the exit of the mausoleum.

A loud roar kept coming, and the tomb was collapsing.

Cold Ice leaped onto the python's back again, and thrust his palms out of his head.

The tomb collapsed, and the huge stone monument fell to the ground, and a large black hole appeared on the top of the head.

Han Bing slapped the strange python violently. The strange python let out a long roar, and with a flick of its huge wings, it circled up along the big black hole......

There was a light overhead, and the light grew brighter and brighter......

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Twilight.

The suburbs of Zhaojing.

In the courtyard of a small farmhouse, smoke curls from the cooking. The head of the household was a middle-aged man in his early forties, with dark skin and a weather-beaten face that was already crawling with wrinkles. His prematurely aged appearance was a bit out of proportion to his age. The hardships and hardships of life have tormented him to the point that he is not in shape.

He chopped wood in the small courtyard. In the small hut, the dilapidated little clay oven was already filled with the smell of medicine. There was a small shabby wooden bed next to the small tandoor.

Luo Xiaofeng was lying motionless on the small wooden bed. He was wearing a wet towel on his forehead. The thick scent of medicine was running down his nostrils.

Luo Xiaofeng woke up, he slowly opened his eyes, supported the head of the bed with his hands, and wanted to sit up.

The middle-aged man hurriedly put down the work in his hand, hurriedly ran over, helped Luo Xiaofeng, and smiled honestly: "You're awake!"

Luo Xiaofeng had a severe headache, and he looked around: "Uncle, what kind of place is this?"

The middle-aged man said, "This is my home." This is the outskirts of Zhaojing City. ”

Luo Xiaofeng let out an "oh", he clearly remembered that when he rushed out of the Demon Sword Pool, his body was wrapped in a thick fog. That mysterious fog flew in the sky with itself. I don't know how long it flew, but a voice came from the haze, "The capital of the Great Zhao Empire has arrived!" followed by a violent shake. Luo Xiaofeng's center of gravity was unbalanced, and he fell down all of a sudden. The fog held him up and fell rapidly. Finally, there was a "bang", and he didn't know anything.

It was this uncle who saved himself. Luo Xiaofeng looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with grateful eyes.

The middle-aged man helped Luo Xiaofeng tuck the quilt and said, "When I found you, you were lying on the hill behind my house, and there was a broken sword stuck in your side. As he spoke, he pointed to a broken sword that lay on the head of the bed.

Luo Xiaofeng knew that this broken sword was the illusion of the Demon God Spell, and the ancient artifact Demon Sword was sealed inside. Fortunately, the uncle picked it up, and if it was lost, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The middle-aged man looked at Luo Xiaofeng's pale little face and asked with concern, "Whose child are you, what is your name, and where does your family live?"

Luo Xiaofeng's expression was a little gloomy: "My name is Luo Xiaofeng, and I am a homeless wanderer. He immediately cheered up again, and asked the middle-aged man with a smile: "What do you call uncle?"

The middle-aged man smiled innocently: "My surname is also Zhao, my name is Zhao Jiu, and everyone calls me Lao Jiu." ”

Luo Xiaofeng smiled and said, "It turned out to be Uncle Nine!"

Uncle Nine touched Luo Xiaofeng's forehead: "Do you feel better?

Luo Xiaofeng didn't know how to answer, but said, "I feel much better, but my head still hurts a little?"

Uncle Nine didn't ask much, he was adding charcoal to the small tandoor: "This is the medicine I picked in the mountains, and if I take the medicine, it will get better quickly." His wrinkled face was flushed by the fire.

It was dark, and Uncle Nine lit a small pine oil lamp. When dinner was cooked, Uncle Nine first filled a big bowl for Luo Xiaofeng. Luo Xiaofeng's heart was warm, and he felt the warmth of home again.

The next morning, Luo Xiaofeng was awakened by a commotion. He scrambled to his feet to see what was going on! Uncle Nine didn't know when he got up. There was also a steaming bowl of soup on the stove.

Luo Xiaofeng got dressed and wanted to go out to see what was going on. He pushed the door open, only to find it locked on the outside.

Just when Luo Xiaofeng couldn't figure out what was going on, a roar suddenly came from outside the door.

Luo Xiaofeng looked out through the crack in the door, and he couldn't help but be startled.

Outside the door, seven big men surrounded Uncle Nine. Uncle Nine already had several colors on his body, and he rushed left and right, but he still couldn't break out of the encirclement. Seven big men, seven pairs of fists, and the fists fell on Uncle Jiu's body like raindrops. Uncle Nine was completely in a position of being beaten passively, and blood was dripping out of his mouth and nose. The corners of his eyes were also cracked, and a pair of eyeballs were almost knocked out.

Luo Xiaofeng couldn't help it, he grabbed the two door panels, and pulled them hard with both hands, only to hear a "click" sound, and the door lock was loosened and fell off.

The people outside the door were stunned for a moment, and they all stopped in unison.

Luo Xiaofeng rushed over and protected Uncle Nine behind him.

The big men were startled at first, and when they saw that Luo Xiaofeng was just an eight or nine-year-old child, they couldn't help laughing. A big man at the head walked over with a smile: "You kid don't go home to feed, what are you doing here?" he said, and a big fan grabbed it.

(End of chapter)