A mysterious organization called Shui Tiansi has made the world of northwest China even more panic-stricken, and has swept away about fifty-seven gangs and sects, large and small.

The Second Martial Arts instantly became a topic that people in the world avoided talking about. It was not until Luo Sang stabilized the northwest world that this mysterious organization slowly faded away from the world, and a new order followed.

From now on, in the world of the Luosang tribe, there will be no more movement in the Jianghu, and no more martial arts!

The flag flag at the foot of the hillside swayed in the wind, and the fire spread to the entire Yunpan Mountain. Even if it was burned to ashes, not a single cry could be heard. Perhaps at this moment, Wen Sheng'an's heart felt like needles pricking his heart.

"So, this dry well in the Malaysian market has a great origin!" the scholar said suddenly.

Wen Sheng'an suddenly stopped grieving, grabbed the scholar's wrist and said: "You mean those mysterious men in black have something to do with the fire that year?"

"Most likely!"

Confused! Wen Sheng'an, you thought that the world would no longer have you, but you could never escape from the world. Wen Sheng'an felt sad in his heart and sat blankly in front of the slope, as if he had lost his soul for a moment.

The three of them hid next to a pit at the bottom of the slope and sat there all night. The sky gradually became brighter before they prepared to get up.

Suddenly, a cloud of purple air rose up from the dry well, and a sneaky figure emerged from it, wearing a brown satin mantle and a pale face.

Only then did Wen Sheng'an speak: "They always seem to be unable to see the light. Even in the daytime, they have to walk in the shadows."

"No, Jinggan, do you remember that ghostly figure who appeared many times?" The scholar was shocked.

"Remember!"

The scholar frowned, bit his finger and fell into deep thought again. Is there a bigger clue in this dry well? There must be a shady story hidden inside, and no one has discovered it for many years!

It took a while before the scholar managed to say a word.

"Sealing the Izuka is definitely not that simple!"

It was only visible in the daytime. The city gate had been submerged up to its waist in the wind and sand. Only the flags and banners from last night seemed to have been newly replaced not long ago.

Not a single person could be seen in the vast land. The row of houses were obviously the remains of the Malaysian market many years ago.

The three of them ran out of the slope one after another, crouching, and walked around the back wall of the row of huts to the dry well.

The edge of the dry well is built with some smooth stones, and there are some small words engraved on the stone tablets beside it.

The scholar swept away the dust on the stone tablet with his sleeves, and a strange totem appeared in front of him. The totem was just like the pattern left on the Guanshan Fort barrier that day, an eye that seemed to be stared at no matter which direction he walked.

Touching the edge of the well, the scholar dropped a stone from above, but the stone seemed to be thrown into the abyss, and there was no response for a long time.

Looking at the mouth of the well, it seems that there is only room for one person to go in. The walls are smooth, but there are some potholes at the top, leaving a place for hands and feet to step on.

The three of them looked at each other, and Wen Sheng'an touched his head in embarrassment.

"It's difficult. This Qinggong is not good. Once your foot slips and you lose stability, you will fall to pieces!"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" The scholar stared at the mouth of the well and shook his head repeatedly. He continued: "Although Qiao Lianshou seems to be light, his steps are heavy when he walks. It is impossible for Qing Gong to be very high!"

As soon as Wen Shengan recalled it, he immediately said: "Yes! I paid attention to his steps!"

"Nonsense!" Jingqian suddenly shouted.

Both of them looked at Jingqian without knowing why.

"The ghost I encountered many times, as well as Guizhao, and Qiao Lianshou! Think about it, why can they be as light as the wind!"

When I heard this, I thought it was right, they had always been like ghosts.

Jingqian continued: "When I saw Qiao Lianshou entering this well last night, he was exuding a yin energy. This yin energy can only be possessed by people from the Netherworld Escort Bureau. They should be practicing the same technique, even The ghosts and the Eight Drunken Immortals all seem to have traces of this technique!"

"Then this will be difficult!"

The three of them got into trouble around the well.

Suddenly, the scholar seemed to be touched by something and jumped around the well.

Wen Sheng'an was a little anxious when he saw it. There was no way to get into the well, it was just a bunch of messy stuff.

But Jingqian was not like that, because he knew that the scholar's anomalies must not be improper nonsense. When the scholar jumped, Jingqian lay on the ground and carefully observed the changes on the ground.

Bang bang.

When the scholar jumped to the stone monument, there was a muffled sound on the ground.

Jingqian immediately stopped the scholar, picked up a stone from his hand and knocked it on the ground several times. The lower layer of loess seemed to be a flat and solid cover.

The three people quickly picked up the stone and pushed aside the ground. They dug another two feet deep and clearly saw a flat stone slab.

The scholar suddenly understood, walked to the edge of the well, and threw the stone in his hand onto the well wall several feet away from the well mouth, making a sharp iron sound.

He immediately picked up a stone from under his feet and threw it to the same location. The sound of the stone colliding was different from other places.

"Found it, he didn't jump at all, he went here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Qian was already halfway down the well, and he stuck his head out and said, "I kicked in a secret door!"

The smooth wall of the well was too slippery to hold on to, so Jinggan rubbed his sleeves and slowly groped for the secret door, kicked it open with all his strength, and then stepped down on the edge of the rock.

A dark crossing seemed particularly spacious, but a little darker. Jing Gan quickly called out: "It's narrow up there, you guys come down one by one!"

The further inside I felt, the colder and weirder I felt, and the sound of water dripping inside became closer and closer.

Suddenly, Jing Gan felt his feet slip, and his heart was in his throat. He jumped up with both feet and stepped on both sides of the aisle. There was a loud bang, and a stone gate opened in front of him.

Jing Gan suddenly felt a dazzling light in front of his eyes. He was a little uncomfortable with it. When he rubbed his eyes and looked again, he saw that the pitted walls inside were inlaid with crystal clear stones, making the space inside brighter than the outside.

There seemed to be a depressing and sad feeling among the bulging tombs. The three of them walked forward while touching the tombs. They saw a neat row of spiritual tablets placed in a beautifully carved stone chamber in front of them.

A rusty armor in the middle caught the attention of the three people.

"This kind of armor was only available in the Tang and Song Dynasties. Whose tomb is this?" The scholar touched the armor happily.

At this time, Wen Sheng'an suddenly saw a familiar name in the spiritual tablet, Xue Gongfeng!

He immediately picked up the coffin, held it in his arms and said in surprise: "This is the tomb of the Xue family!"

Xue family? Jinggan was shocked. Could it be that the Netherworld Escort Agency and the Xue family had an inexplicable connection?

The scholar looked around, and he saw one of the decayed spiritual tablets. The writing on it was blurred, but two surprising words could still be seen, "Du Shi".

Just when the scholar was in disbelief, the book under the memorial tablet fell to the ground. He picked it up and saw that it was the genealogy of the Xue family. At the beginning of the genealogy, he saw a line, "The Netherworld Escort Bureau will protect the descendants of the Xue family forever." .

He suddenly remembered Tashi's life experience and flipped through several pages, but could not find any clues about Tashi. The last name was just Xue Feng.

The Nether Escort Agency is so careful and meticulous, huh! I didn’t expect them to be sloppy sometimes. How can they protect their descendants forever? It turns out that they are just a master who insists on his own way!
Chapter completed!