"Crack!"

Lin Bujiu lit a fire, illuminating the surrounding narrow dripping mountain walls.

He knows the most basic fire-burning spell, but considering that it will be used for a long time, it is better to save some energy.

Boom...

As he walked forward, he seemed to hear a great noise coming from outside.

Vaguely, there seemed to be a few human screams.

hiss……

Lin Bujia was secretly speechless.

Is this Tiger King so angry?

Who caused it?

It sounds like these people are really miserable. Fortunately, he ran fast enough.

Moreover, if the bait he left there continues to work, it might be able to attract most of the spiritual beasts in the Ganhua Mountains.

In this way, the two senior brothers should be able to get out of the Ganhua Mountains relatively safely!

Lin Bujia showed a smile that suggested he had secretly done something good.

Thanks to the help of his two senior brothers along the way, he also learned a lot about spiritual herbs, and he felt a little ashamed of his contribution.

Now I finally gave back to the two senior brothers and silently gave them a ride.

"Miss Ming, does the poem just now refer to the skeleton illusion picture you mentioned before?"

Lin Bujia said curiously.

Ming Xuechuan mentioned it before.

The "man in the painting" under the devil holds a magic weapon called the Skeleton Fantasy Picture.

This picture is drawn from the empty bluestone in the ancient tomb.

This empty bluestone is also the purpose of Lin Bujie's trip.

"This poem is indeed the inscription on the skull illusion."

Ming Xuechuan confirmed Lin Bujia's statement.

At this moment, she was also in shock and hesitation, but she had some vague suspicions in her heart.

"Since this poem appears here, it means that the information I knew before may be false."

"Perhaps the skull illusion of the 'man in the painting' was not drawn by himself, but obtained from other places."

"And this place might be this ancient tomb."

"In other words, we may have intercepted the inheritance that was originally obtained by the 'person in the painting' by accident."

The girl expressed her guess.

Lin Bujia was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up and he said excitedly:

"Doesn't that mean we can get the skull illusion picture?!"

"Thus."

"If the 'person in the painting' comes back, we will have the same magic weapon with us."

"If he doesn't come back, if we intercept the Skeleton Illusion Picture, it will mean that the devil has lost a powerful subordinate!"

Ming Xuechuan nodded and took a deep breath: "That's right!"

She looked at the narrow gap in the mental image, feeling a little excited in her heart.

"It seems that the sky really has eyes and wants to destroy the devil's path."

"The strength of the 'man in the painting' can be ranked among the top five of that devil's men, and even the top three is unknown."

"If we can really get the skull illusion picture, even if it has nothing to do with the devil, it will be of great help to eliminate a harm in the world!"

Lin Bujia perked up after hearing this and walked a little faster.

It's just that the passage formed between the mountain walls here is narrow and hidden, and it is very rugged and difficult to navigate.

No matter how eager he was, it was useless, he could only touch it slowly.

Fortunately, this passage is not long.

Soon, Lin Bujia saw a glimmer of light.

After walking dozens of steps, my eyes suddenly opened up.

Lin Bujiu struggled to squeeze out from the cracks in the stone wall, and was almost blinded by the bright light in front of him.

He blinked quickly, using the overflowing physiological tears to relieve the stinging eyes.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes.

The sight in front of him made him freeze on the spot, with a look of disbelief.

"here it is……"

Lin Bujie swallowed his saliva.

Just ahead, a winding dirt path stretches into the distance, with mountains and greenery on both sides.

The clear blue sky casts warm sunshine and a gentle breeze blows.

In the mountains shaded by woods, houses are scattered in an orderly manner, and smoke rises from the kitchens.

Indistinctly, there were people making noise, and chickens and dogs could be heard.

This scene does not look like an ancient tomb at all... but rather like a peach blossom garden that no one cares about and remains unchanged through the ages!

"Miss Ming, are you sure this is an ancient tomb?"

"Did I go the wrong way?"

Lin Bujie took two steps forward, looked towards the villages in the forest, and couldn't help but ask.

He looked back at the gap in the cliff.

Then I looked at the green mountains and green waters, a harmonious scenery.

There are question marks all over my head.

He waited for Ming Xuechuan's response, which came as expected every time.

But this time...

Ming Xuechuan did not respond.

Lin Bujia's steps forward suddenly froze in place.

"Miss Ming?"

The young man's voice was trembling and he shouted again.

The surroundings were extremely silent, with only the faint sounds of distant voices coming.

Cold sweat gradually broke out on Lin Bujia's forehead.

He didn't realize that there was a small white butterfly sitting on his shoulder.

The moment he walked out of the gap, he quietly disappeared...

…

"Drink-ah!"

"Pfft!"

Veins popped up on Sun Jiamu's forehead, and he used all his strength to pierce the dagger in his hand into the eyes of the Feather Tiger King.

The Yuhu King who jumped on him roared wildly and struggled twice.

The wings behind his back fluttered and dropped a pile of blood-stained feathers.

In the end, the vitality was exhausted and there was no movement.

The wings then drooped.

"Huchihuchi..."

Sun Jiamu panted violently, and it took a long time before he relaxed.

"Clang."

The dagger fell on a nearby stone.

King Yuhu fell backward.

Sun Jiamu slipped away from his strength, and the huge wounds on his abdomen and shoulders were exposed.

Not far away, Geng Ma fell to the ground covered in blood.
To be continued...