Whew-

The remnant lamp is like a bean.

Chen Yushang sat on his knees, and the whole person had entered a state of steady.

As he exhaled and breathed.

In the dense forest outside Yizhuang, wisps of faint green wood aura converged.

Slowly melted into his eyebrows.

It flows through the limbs and veins, and finally turns into a drop of spiritual mist and returns to the Qi Sea Dantian.

Meanwhile.

Deep in the vast Old Bear Ridge.

The night wind howled, whimpering like a ghost and terrifying.

There were also insects and birds, mixed with the roars of various unknown beasts.

Miao Village has been passed down since ancient times.

At night, it is the time when the mountain demons and ghosts come out to feed.

Therefore, every day when the sky is dark, each village will seal the door of the village, and every household is also closed and locked, not daring to go out half a step.

But even so.

At this time.

The group of three had no scruples.

Hurry while it's dark.

There were two men and one woman.

They are all dressed up as Miao people of the Bing family.

The person in the front was tall and straight, with a grim expression.

His long hair was simply tied back with a wooden hairpin.

It doesn't look like a Hmong person.

It's like a Taoist practicing in the mountains.

However, a pair of eyes are as deep as a knife, and the eyebrows are even more murderous.

It is also contrary to the image of a Taoist who has always paid attention to quiet and inaction.

Holding a dead wind lamp in his hand, he walked in the forefront, and under the light, his temperament was even more unique and indescribable.

In the middle was a Miao girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old.

She also carried a bamboo basket on her back.

But there is an extra long umbrella.

She is childish, clever and cute, but with a smile, she has a bit of heroic taste.

At the end of the walk was a strange-looking young man.

He was in his early twenties.

Curly hair, like a half-blood.

He did not carry a bamboo basket, but an old bow, and a long arrow or twenty were densely inserted in the quiver.

There is also a bundle of rope, which hangs diagonally around the waist.

It was the three brothers and sisters of Partridge Whistle.

"Roar—"

Suddenly.

There was a terrifying roar in the forest.

The three of them stopped at once.

The old foreigner who walked at the end grabbed the bow behind him, and his eyes swept around like fire.

"Senior brother?"

"Do you want to?"

Partridge Whistle listened with his ears pricked up for a moment, then shook his head, "It should be a tiger or a leopard or something, don't pay attention to it." ”

"The yellow demon on the ancient beaver monument has been entrenched for a hundred years, which is a big harm."

"Wait until it's settled."

"I have to rush to the border of Hunan and Guizhou when I turn back."

Between words.

Partridge Whistle looked up into the distance.

A pair of eyes seem to be able to see through the vast night.

"Yes, senior brother."

Hua Ling and the old foreigner nodded.

They didn't actually come to Lao Xiongling on this trip.

It's just that when I walked halfway, I heard that there was a yellow demon in the area of the ancient beaver monument and killed many merchants who passed by.

Moving mountains and veins, passed from the Daomen.

There is the responsibility of subduing demons and subduing demons.

Over the years, Partridge Whistle has taken his younger brother and sister to walk the world, looking for dust beads everywhere, trying to dissolve the thousand-year-old curse of the clan.

I don't know how many evil spirits have been killed.

"It's getting late."

"Hurry up."

Partridge Whistle looked up at the night sky overhead.

At this moment, the dark clouds were heavy, covering the full moon.

In the whistling night wind, there is also a feeling that mountain rain is coming.

He immediately greeted his younger brothers and sisters.

Then he carried the wind lantern and strode forward, his body as fast as lightning.

Hua Ling and the old foreigners are not slow.

The three of them ran all the way.

Almost half an hour later.

They arrived at a cemetery shaped like a mass grave.

Ancient trees are towering and barren grass is overgrown.

There are also white bones that can be seen everywhere, which makes people shudder.

"That's it."

Standing in front of a fragment of the monument, Partridge Whistle observed intently for a moment.

"Hua Ling, old foreigner, follow closely."

"That yellow demon is not shallow, and it has harmed countless people, so you must not underestimate the enemy."

"Yes, senior brother!"

Hua Ling pursed her lips and nodded.

As he spoke, he pulled out the long umbrella behind his back with his backhand and opened it with a bang.

I saw that the umbrella was ancient, and the surface of the umbrella was inlaid with copper mirrors one after another.

It looks amazing.

The old foreigner stood behind the two of them with a bow and arrows, and his eyes swept around like a knife.

If only there were people who were familiar with the art of war.

You will find that their standing position seems sparse and ordinary, but in fact, they have faintly formed a three-talent array.

Even if there is a sudden danger.

The three of them can also react in the shortest possible time.

Moreover, no matter from which side to attack.

can do it without splashing water.

Hua Ling and the old foreigner are nominally the younger brothers and sisters of Partridge Whistle.

In fact, the two of them did not worship the teacher.

It was he who took in the apprentices on his behalf.

All the skills are taught by him.

So, for the two of them, Partridge Whistle is actually no different from the master.

plus walking the rivers and lakes for so many years.

The three of them have long developed an incomparable tacit understanding.

Partridge Whistle, holding a lamp in one hand and a twenty-ring mirrored box in the other, walked through the remnants of the monument and went straight to the depths of the graveyard.

It's just that......

The three of them searched the tomb inside and out.

I didn't find the shadow of the yellow demon either.

Instead, he went around and around and returned to the original remnant of the monument.

"Senior brother, will it go out and harm people?"

Hua Ling is the youngest.

The girl's heart is lively and cute.

Looking at the frowning senior brother at this moment, she couldn't help but say.

"Not like ......"

Partridge Whistle shook his head.

Suddenly, he seemed to see something out of the corner of his eye, and a rare hint of surprise flashed on that cold face.

Noticed something strange about him.

Hua Ling and the old foreigner both looked at it curiously.

"Look at the monument."

The partridge whistle stretched out his hand, lifted the wind lamp, and the flickering firelight illuminated the remnant of the monument like a mirror.

A few faint handwriting can still be seen.

But.

At the moment, the three of them ignored it.

Just staring at the mass on the stone tablet...... Blood red.

"It's blood."

Partridge whistle half-crouched on the ground, reached out and wiped it, the blood had not even dried up completely.

His brows furrowed deeply.

"Senior brother, come on, there is still one here."

In his thoughts.

Behind him, there was another exclamation from the old foreigner.

Partridge Whistle looked back.

I saw blood splashing on the weeds.

However, the color is deep black and the taste is very pungent.

"Black dog blood?"

Partridge Whistle was stunned at first, and then seemed to think of something.

Carrying the wind lantern, he looked around.

The ground was full of rubble and rubble, and the weeds were broken.

Apparently the traces left after the fight.

Seeing this scene, his frowning brows stretched suddenly.

"Senior brother?"

"What's the situation?"

Hua Ling raised her head and asked softly.

"Someone is one step ahead of us."

"Solve that yellow demon first."

"What?"

Hearing this, Hua Ling and the old foreigner couldn't help but glance at each other.

There was a hint of shock in each of their eyes.

According to the senior brother's speculation all the way.

That yellow demon has at least two or three hundred years of cultivation.

devoured human life, and turned into a mountain god to steal incense.

Ordinary people are not opponents at all.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have done evil for so many years, and he wouldn't have been eradicated.

Why were they paid before they arrived?

"The blood is not dry."

"That man shouldn't have gone far."

"Hua Ling, old foreigner, look around, can kill such a big demon, it is by no means an ordinary person, maybe it is my Taoist senior, such a good opportunity must not be missed."