He waited under the pit for a few minutes, and felt that the rotten gas in the cave was getting almost dissipated, so he bent down and got in. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 As soon as Info got inside, suddenly there was a strange roar buzzing from the eardrums, which seemed to be made when a large engine was started, and it was also like the cry of some kind of large beast that was exaggerated on television. The source of the sound is at the end of the thief hole.

Wushuang turned on the wolf's eye flashlight and probed into it step by step, although the cave was narrow, but the predecessor who used to steal the hole had good means, and the thief hole was very smooth, and the skill of the skill almost surpassed him, so it can be seen that the other party is definitely a full-time native master. In the south, there were few gold captains in the Republic of China, and this kind of skill of stealing holes is very similar to the northeast thief door and gold captains. Judging from this, it must have been done by his predecessors and ancestors.

It's just that since the thief cave has been opened, why is there still a living thing left below? Could it be that the captain who went down to touch the gold didn't succeed? Or has he already died inside? It stands to reason that Third Sister Lan couldn't have seen it, but why did she point out this yin house to the Liao family?

As Wushuang approached the answer step by step, the temperature in the thief cave gradually increased, but fortunately, Wushuang had the White Emperor's blood in his body, and the White Emperor's blood began to regulate the body temperature and heartbeat rate of the master.

"Buzzing ......" Suddenly, there was a violent vibration below, and the debris on the edge of the cave fell down.

The thing in the depths of the cave seemed to have sensed that someone was approaching it, and it was warning Musou.

Creak...... Creak...... White fur and yellow skin jumped off his shoulder, and the little guy's shiny hair was soaked with sweat. It kept waving its teeth and claws in front of Wushuang, preventing its master from going any further.

"Xiaobai, what's wrong with you?" Xiaobai's reaction was so violent that Wushuang was a little afraid. This white-haired and yellow-skinned man is a spirit beast that has been cultivated to a half-immortal in the Great Xing'an Mountains, and it can be imagined how terrifying it is to have such a great deterrent power. Even the Black Wind Demon Xiaobai who met in the Sanqing Temple in Yinshan two days ago did not flinch.

The sixth sense of animals is very powerful, far more powerful than humans, they can clearly feel each other's aura, Xiaobai reacts so much, it must show how powerful the monster below is. This made Wushuang a little afraid to move.

"Can't we beat it?" Wushuang asked Xiaobai.

Xiao Baitong was so popular that he nodded to his master, and then dragged Wushuang's trouser legs out with his little paws. But no matter how big it is, that is, how can it move a big living person? The little guy stood up with his hind legs propped up, staring directly at the little mung bean and staring at Wushuang.

Since Wushuang raised Xiaobai, this little guy has always been very well-behaved, Wushuang only thinks it is a small pet, and he has long been defenseless against it. He forgot that this white-haired yellow fairy would seek out people's spirits. Wushuang looked at its little mung bean eyes differently, and a strange light curtain slowly shot out of the little mung bean eyes, the light curtain kept rotating, and Wushuang's body began to disobey the call, he stiffened his body step by step and followed the white hair and yellow skin to the outside of the cave.

It wasn't until he walked out of the cave and saw the sunlight outside that he regained consciousness.

"Hey, you little brute, don't you even look for your master?" he scolded in annoyance, lifting his big white furry tail with one hand.

"Young Kui, what's going on down there, I really want to hear something calling?"

"You can't bury people in this yin house, you can't be wrong to believe me, if you bury Liao Laosi in it, something will definitely happen!"

"But Lan Fairy Gu ......," Liao Hai wanted to speak and stopped.

Wushuang persuaded him: "Don't hide it from you, Brother Liao, the Lan Xian Gu in your mouth is also our Northeast thief, I don't dare to say that her old man has bad intentions or her eyesight is not as good as mine, but we would rather believe it or not believe it in this matter, take 10,000 steps back, and bury your grandfather elsewhere at least it won't go wrong, right?"

"What Brother Wushuang said is reasonable, then follow what you say. We're going to get ready tonight, thanks to you this time, otherwise it wouldn't have been a big mess, and I'll be grateful to you after tomorrow's funeral. ”

Wushuang smiled bitterly: "Hehe...... What Brother Liao said, this is the only thing I can help you with when you are entrusted with loyalty. I don't dare to spend your money, you should serve Ye He and Jin Mingzhai's friends well!"

Wushuang took the two of them around the neighborhood a few times, walked a few hills, and finally after sunset, they found a good place in feng shui next to a stream deep in a bamboo forest in Nanshan. Although this is not a treasure of feng shui, but burying the ancestors in this cave can ensure the peace of the house, and the descendants will have no worries for a hundred years, which is also regarded as the best choice in the yin house.

When I returned to Mingyue Village, it was already 7 o'clock in the evening, and the people in the village were bustling with people, and the people who came to mourn Liao Laosi seemed to be arguing with each other, and they could be heard from afar.

"The surname is Shi, Liao Laosi has never had anything to do with you Jin Mingzhai before his death, have you Jin Mingzhai committed fewer sins in Miao Jiang for so many years? Hmph...... You also deserve to go and mourn Liao Laosi?"

"Boss Ma, don't be embarrassed, who do you think you are? I, Shi Bo, am also a descendant of Mingyue Village, what kind of thing are you? Hmph! I don't think it's any different from the Han people, right? I'm afraid it's not the mature seedlings in the mouths of the Han people, it's just people like you? You say, did you attract those two Northeast people? What kind of heart do you have?"

Mingyue Village was full of people watching the excitement, the older ones were busy persuading them not to make trouble, and the young people were automatically divided into two groups, some supported Ma Boss and some supported Shi Bo.

"What's going on? What are you messing about? Liao Laosi has only closed his eyes for a few days, and you have been making a lot of noise?"

"Dahai, I want to go in and worship Liao Laosi, but Boss Ma refuses, it stands to reason that I am also your uncle's generation, right? What's the matter? Now you don't even recognize me?" Shi Bo asked.

"Okay, let's go in and see grandpa, we're all old acquaintances, don't hurt the harmony because of this quarrel. Under the leadership of Liao Hai, everyone walked into the mourning shed.

Liao Laosi had a prominent status during his lifetime, and his identity was special, so this mourning hall was also very decent, not only surrounded by flowers, but also quite Miao customs inside.

Over the years, the Miao people have been sinicized a lot, and they all like to use paper to tie paper and worship cows, horses, boys, and the like in front of the spirit. Liao Laosi's coffin was among the flowers, and the body was lying flat in the coffin, and the coffin was not covered to facilitate relatives and friends to come in and mourn. However, in the early spring, the temperature in the southwest was already more than ten degrees above zero, and the corpse was already slightly rotten after ten days of hanging outside.