Yin San'er bowed respectfully a few times, turned around and took out the four futons buried in the dust. He found that the futons were very soft, thick and light, and gave off a faint fragrance that made people feel at ease, and he knew that they were treasures, and immediately took them into his pocket.

There are nine stone houses in total, and Yin San'er found a lot of wooden frames in one of them, which are full of weapons, armor and other things, but unfortunately, the weapons and armor have long decayed without anyone to maintain and repair them.

A certain stone house is dedicated to storing elixirs, and those elixirs have been ineffective because they have been stored for too long, and they will crumble into a pile of powder at the slightest touch.

Wandering around the nine stone houses, he had only harvested a diamond-shaped gem on the monster's forehead, four futons, a palm-sized copper tripod, and an inconspicuous puff of ash cloth bag. This cloth bag looks very rough, but it is extremely smooth to the touch, and it has a "temperature".

That's right, it's the temperature, and if you close your eyes and stroke this cloth bag, you will feel like you are touching a graceful and luxurious cat. He hadn't figured out the use of the bag yet, but his instincts told him that it definitely had an extraordinary function.

In the end, he came to the first stone house, bowed a few times to Zhu Sheng's burial place, and then reluctantly walked out of the stone house.

"It seems that those Xianxia legends are all lies! Otherwise, I've already worshiped twice, so why haven't there been peerless treasures or super cheats revealed?! Yin San'er muttered quietly as she walked towards the bamboo forest. He still has such thoughts, but he doesn't know how many monks he will get today, and how many demon clans will be restless.

Next, his eyes seemed to be glued, and he stared at the dark green bamboo behind the stone house, but when he thought of the black cloud that killed the big spider and the terrible green lightning, he had no choice but to rub his hands and leave, and kept muttering, "I can't run...... Morning and evening are mine...... It's mine...... No one can snatch ......"

After a long time, he left here step by step, watching the dark green bamboo forest gradually disappear, for some reason, there was a lot of nostalgia and reluctance in his heart, this emotion came and went quickly, making people scratch their heads.

Yin San'er walked out of the cave and climbed up the mountain wall. The surroundings were quiet, only the sound of the wind blowing from time to time, like crying and complaining. In each hand, he held a spike from his right arm, and when the spike poked into the rock wall, he could use his strength to move upward.

The rock wall was far higher than he had imagined, and he had climbed up for half an hour without reaching the top. With his now strong body, his arms were also sore and weak, he chose a tenacious tree leaning out of the cliff and sat down to rest.

There was nothing to eat, but his stomach rumbled. He now has extraordinary eyesight, and when he looked around, he found a fruit tree dozens of feet away, with dozens of fist-sized fruits on the tree, bright red. The stomach suddenly screamed louder.

The fruit was sweet and crispy, and Yin San'er ate more than ten in a row before stopping. Unexpectedly, when picking the fruit, he accidentally found that his big knife was embedded in a thick branch of the fruit tree, which made him very happy. It took a while to climb up the rock face. It was close to where the griffon had thrown him, and he vaguely remembered the griffon's path after him, but he hesitated.

If Lao Bai and the others were lucky enough not to die and returned to the barracks, most of them Yin San'er would have been on the list of martyrs. If the five old white people are already dead, and the Xiaoyin Beast has not been able to catch it back, and only returns to the barracks by itself, it will definitely be pulled out and cut down by the centurions!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shake his head, on weekdays, he treated Lao Bai and the others like brothers, and defended them everywhere, but when he didn't want to face the griffin, no one fought side by side with him. And the barracks are also full of black smoke and miasma, all kinds of bureaucrats are rampant, and there is no day for them to come out. Otherwise, how could he only be a sesame petty official like Wu Chang?

But if you don't go back to the barracks, where can you go? This question stumped him, although the world is big, where should he go? After thinking about it for a long time, Yin San'er decided to go home first and then talk about it, there were people he cared about and his warm memories. Immediately, he discerned the direction and walked in one direction.

He walked in the mountains and forests, and the more he walked, the more uneasy he became, the forest was so quiet, as if all the animals were gone, and the roars of beasts and birds could not be heard, and there were no small animals. For some reason, he suddenly remembered the two beast roars that interrupted the griffon's pursuit of him. Suddenly, he noticed dense and messy footprints in front of him, a path that had just been stepped out of for a short time, full of footprints and broken vine branches and leaves. From time to time, you can see the corpses lying on the ground on both sides of the path, surrounded by groups of flies and insects, and the blood is raging.

Yin San'er stretched out his body, like a sturdy civet cat, quietly disappeared into the forest, and quietly touched ahead along the path. Gradually, staccato crying could be heard ahead.

This is a small valley, two hills protrude from the left and right, and then coil back, enclosing more than a hundred acres of land. He touched the top of one of the hills, and looked down to see that the valley was densely packed with villagers, more than 10,000 people, most of whom were old and young, women and children. Around them were a group of black-clothed people guarding them, with weapons, swords, guns, swords, and halberds in their hands, all kinds of things, some covered their heads and faces with black cloths, and some showed their true faces.

Yin San'er saw a dirty, ragged five or six-year-old girl crying, she cried hoarsely: "Brother! Brother, where have you been? I'm scared! Tears flowed freely on her little face, scratching mud marks.

The adults around him slowly moved their bodies backwards with their hands around their children, and looked at a man in black with a scar on his face from time to time with frightened eyes. The sky was originally clear, but the dark clouds gathered, and the sky was dark.

"Little Nizi! Have you cried enough?! Annoying! Scarface shouted at the little girl, the scar on his face jumping. He walked quickly to the little girl, lifted her with one hand, and quickly slapped the little girl a few times with the other. The crackling sound seemed to hit the people around them, and they trembled and quickly retreated, and the little girl was no one within a radius of several feet.

The little girl was beaten, tears were still in her eyes, but she couldn't cry at all, her cheeks were swollen like buns, and it could be seen that the scarred face did not spare her hands at all. Scarface flicks his hand in satisfaction and throws the little girl to the ground as if he were throwing a useless piece of garbage.

He looked around and saw that the people around him were even more afraid of him, and said with great satisfaction: "Uncle, I am the most annoying to others and noisy, who dares not to have long eyes, Uncle Ben is very welcome!?" ”

The little girl who hadn't been breathing for a long time suddenly cried "wow" at this moment, but she immediately covered her mouth with her two little hands, and let the tears of grievance flow freely. Scarface was startled by her voice, and he turned to face the little girl and smirked, "I'm not dead!" You cheap girl, your life is very hard! With that, he grabbed her by the throat and lifted her into the air.

Seeing that the little girl was about to be strangled to death, a heart-rending shout suddenly came from the edge of the crowd: "Sister! Don't! Please! "It was a boy who looked to be eleven or twelve, also dressed in tatters, with multiple scars on his body and blood on the corners of his mouth. He's been looking for his sister, but there are too many people trapped here, he's too thin, and he's beaten a lot along the way because of the chaos.

He staggered forward in the crowd, tears welling up in his eyes. Scarface heard his shout, rolled his eyes, beckoned him to come closer, and his other hand was still holding the little girl's throat.

"Little cub, I'll play a game with you! The two of you can only live one, and you have three counts of time to choose whether you die or she dies? Scarface said that, and he squeezed his eyebrows at the few black-clothed people who gathered around, and looked at the two brothers and sisters with a playful expression, not caring about their lives at all.