On Beimang Mountain, outside the Bird's Mouth Slope is the tomb of the Luoyang King.

A huge tiger was squatting on a green rock, quietly staring at the majestic mausoleum city wall bathed in the sunset.

The length of the head and tail is nearly one foot (3.33 meters). The fur is yellow and white, covered with black stripes. The big tiger has a majestic king character on its head.

From time to time, he would lower his head and use his tongue covered with barbs like an iron brush to lick off a large piece of bloody flesh from a fresh corpse at his feet.

Looking at the "tiger food" clothes and the broken medicine basket around his waist, you can tell that he is an unlucky medicine collector.

Although Beimang Mountain is surrounded by dangers, the output of various mountain products is also extremely rich, and medicinal materials such as mountain ginger and water chestnuts are particularly effective.

There is also a specialty medicinal herb "Guitingfeng" that is hard to find elsewhere and only grows out of old coffin boards after rain.

They look like clusters of wrinkled ghost ears, but they will wither immediately once exposed to light.

As long as the herb collector can collect a good herb, the whole family will have enough food and clothing for half a month after paying all kinds of exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes.

In the hearts of ordinary people, harsh government is more powerful than evil spirits.

Unfortunately, the old meat in his mouth was thick and astringent, and the tiger was obviously not satisfied.

Looking at the tomb-keepers who were searching in groups near the mausoleum, the big tiger suddenly spoke in a low human voice:

“The center of the mountain’s earth veins, ‘Beimang Mountain Blessed Land’, is under this human mausoleum?

There are indeed many people who care about this treasure land. Are these the tomb-keepers the military households who practice the "White Tiger Art of War"?

Minister Shangshan, please mark it for me in advance, and I will catch one before sunrise tomorrow to taste it."

On the tiger's cold teeth, five vague grimaces appeared in succession, and they said to it flatteringly:

"I report to you, Mr. Wang Shanjun, that is indeed what he said.

We are well aware of the principle that both listening and believing can lead to darkness. Last night, we made a special trip to ask the nearby mountain spirits and wild ghosts.

The wild ghosts are shallow. Although they don't know what the Cave Heaven Paradise is, they know that the owner of King Yili's tomb is one of the most noble people in this dynasty.

Human beings are the most shameless people in power, and they always like to be greedy and possessive. If there is really a blessed place on Beiman Mountain, I think it must be under the royal tomb."

"Well, you did a good job. But..."

Baishanjun nodded slightly, but his golden tiger eyes turned around.

As a tiger spirit, it has a huge appetite.

An ordinary adult tiger can eat up to sixty kilograms of meat at a time and then go without food for seven days, but it has to eat at least sixty kilograms of meat every day. Ordinary hunting grounds simply cannot afford to feed it.

If we could obtain the title of Mountain God in the Blessed Land of Mang Mountain, wouldn’t the creatures in this mountain be able to eat whatever they want?

It is no fantasy to have them queuing up in front of you every day.

But having to share such benefits with others feels like a lump in the throat.

As a "sycophant", the Five Ghosts are the best at figuring out the intentions of their superiors. They already knew the thoughts of their own tigers and quickly said:

"Then Wang Shanjun wanted to ask you to help, but he forgot that there is no room for two tigers in one mountain.

These tiger monsters who have lived in the mortal world for a long time have lost the character of the king of the mountains and forests, and are full of human beings.

You are here precisely to clean up the world, rectify the source, and kill this unhealthy trend.

This time, let Wang Shanjun know what the evil world is, so that he will not lose his life in the future."

"Hahaha, Mr. Ichigogo, you are indeed my trusted ministers, yes, yes.

Let’s go to Mr. Wangshan first, get some information about this blessed land from him, weigh our strength, and then make a decision.”

The master and the five servants were completely confused by Wang Yuan's "If you are stupid and have a lot of money, come quickly" style.

How could they know that Mr. Wangshanjun, who just three days ago was a fool playing in the mud and saying "Abba, Ababa" whenever they disagreed, knew the blessed land of Beimang Mountain?

He only knows that it is common sense to "drain trouble to the east", and then guides the victims to deceive themselves for the sake of irresistible huge benefits.

A person who pretends to be asleep cannot be woken up.

call--!

As night fell, the dark wind swirled around Baishanjun, taking him onto the dark road.

After just a few breaths, he emerged from the other side of the mountain forest and arrived at the place previously agreed upon by both parties.

The broken tombstone fell to the ground, one side already covered with moss.

Next to them were messy bones and broken coffins scattered on the ground. There were some black herbs that looked like human ears growing on the lids of several rotten coffins.

Isn't it the "Ghost Listening to the Wind" specialty of Beimang Mountain?

Immediately, One Tiger and Five Ghosts unexpectedly discovered that in addition to these common sights, there were groups of goats and wild boars here, as if they were holding an animal convention.

There were still a pile of empty pottery pots piled on the ground, and the air was filled with a strong aroma of wine.

These fat pigs and sheep seemed to have drunk too much. They were all in a state of drunkenness. Even if they saw a big tiger suddenly appear, they were very slow and did not run away.

"This is..."

The alluring aroma penetrated into his nose desperately, and Baishangjun slapped his mouth hard to suppress the saliva that was about to fall.

Just as doubts arose in his mind, he suddenly saw the heroic young man standing on the other side of the herd with his hands behind his back.

After getting started in Taoism, Wang Yuan gained some inexplicable Taoist charm.

He has a clear and upright appearance and a dignified appearance. He stands like an ancient pine and cypress, and he looks as calm and at ease as anyone can. Anyone who looks at him will feel that he is a reliable person who acts upright.

And because Wang Yuan completed the first stage of the "Tiger Transformation Technique" [Fake Tiger] yesterday, he prayed for 108 tiger hairs on the back of his head.

The aura of tiger power in his body was stronger than when he met the five ghosts yesterday. Not only did the White Tiger not find any flaws, but he felt that this young man was very kind.

It’s not surprising that he still has a lot of popularity. Which tiger doesn’t have popularity?

After I was two years old, my tone was my popularity.

He even envied this brother from the same clan. He must have eaten many children from the military family down the mountain who practiced [White Tiger Art of War], right?

Wang Yuan also noticed their arrival at the first moment, cupped his hands, smiled kindly at Mr. Baishan, and greeted him very familiarly:

"This must be the eldest son of the Bai family? I have admired you for a long time! I have admired you for a long time!

Brother Bai, please take a seat and try the fermented pigs and sheep I specially prepared for you. I also specially fed them precious herbs to see if they suit your taste.

Come on, Dalang, it’s time to eat! Please use it, you’re welcome.”

Baishanjun showed a slight hesitation on his big head, a little worried that being too impatient would affect the style of his family.

But the rich aroma of meat and wine exuded by these fat pigs and sheep is a thousand times stronger than the skinny and woody old thing I caught.

After a moment of hesitation, he no longer cared about etiquette:

"Wang Shanjun is indeed very brave, I am rude. Ouch!"

Even if the White Tiger has become a spirit, it is difficult to escape from its animal nature, and there is no human red tape to go around. It doesn't matter that this is a mass grave, it just jumps into the herd of beasts and starts feasting.

I have been living here since I traveled all over the country, and I have never had such a sumptuous meal.

Because the pigs and sheep don't hide at all, the White Tiger can be picky about his food and only eats the most tender parts of these pigs and sheep, such as the fresh internal organs soaked in Mongolian sweat medicine.

For a while, the tiger's face was covered with blood.

Mr. Ichimego did not lag behind either, following behind Mr. White Tiger, desperately absorbing the blood of the living beings.

'Since this Mr. Wangshan is so aware of emotions and interests, when he gets the blessed land of Beimang Mountain in the future, I will share some of the soup with him, hahaha...'

As for the pigs and sheep summoned by [Beast Gathering Magic].

Wang Yuan seemed to see their finally liberated souls on their way to the land of reincarnation, and he did not forget to look back and leave a last greeting to himself:

"Bah! Dog thief!"

Commandments and taboos:

You are not allowed to eat wild beasts and birds that have been summoned, otherwise you will suffer backlash, your own animal nature will riot, and you may even die in the mouths of birds and beasts.

However, it didn’t say that you can’t give Mongolian sweat medicine, nor that you can’t give it to others.

If you glare at me again, I am not committing a foul!

After a while, Baishanjun had already eaten until his stomach was round. He shook his big head, and then he remembered Wangshanjun beside him.

"Wang Shanjun, why don't you eat it? The meat is soaked in the aroma of wine, and it tastes really good.

Even when I was in Xiaoshan, I had never been as rich as I am now."

But he saw Wang Yuan looking at Jean with a look that showed concern for the disadvantaged, and nodded very kindly:

"I just like to be with you simple beasts.

When I think about something like the human heart, I am so scared that I can't sleep even if I apply it to others.

In fact, that’s right, if all kinds of monsters and monsters had as many minds as humans, the people who rule this Chi County China would probably be all kinds of monsters, right?”

Baishanjun tried his best to stare into his big copper bell-like tiger eyes, and suddenly realized that the young man in front of him seemed to be a double image, and he gradually became top-heavy.

"It's a scam!"

Mr. Ichigo, who was not affected by the Mongolian sweat medicine, discovered the abnormality earlier than his own tiger.

Woo——!
Chapter completed!