Of course Jiang Yao will not be afraid. There is nothing in this world that scares him.

"Snapped!"

Jiang Yao finally turned on the Chinese high-tech lighting lighter and saw a crying little girl.

She was about six or seven years old. She was wearing a pair of dirty clothes that were extremely ill-fitting and the color of which could not be seen clearly. She was crying with fear, as if she was frightened by Xiao Hei.

Although the little girl was crying loudly, her features and face were very delicate, and she was a beautiful woman.

When Jiang Yao saw her appearance, an idea came to his mind.

Why does he look a bit like Mu Yue?

Could it be Mu Qingxue who has been dead for four years?

Qingxue was two years old when she died, and she died four years ago. She was six years old in total, so she was of the right age.

Is she actually not dead?

In other words, she is no longer a human being?

This place is extremely extraordinary. Could it be possible for people to be resurrected from the dead?

However, no matter what, she can climb out of the coffin tomb and crawl into this underground space. It is not as simple as a child.

It must have something to do with this place.

"My child, please stop crying." Jiang Yao smiled and patted Xiao Hei again, "Don't scare her."

Unexpectedly, the little girl immediately burst into tears and smiled, her pronunciation was accurate, and she said in a milky voice:

"Who are you? Where are you from? What are you doing here?"

Jiang Yao couldn't help but look surprised.

This is not like a child who died at the age of two and was left alone for four years, but rather like a child who grew up to be six years old by his parents' side!

The children of monks are mortals all their lives. They may only have stronger physical fitness than mortal children, but there is no difference in intelligence.

Of course, two-year-old children can communicate simply, but if they are left alone for the next four years, they will forget the vocabulary they have learned, their language will deteriorate, and their language skills will not increase as they grow older.

Even, I will forget my own name.

The only possibility is that there is someone here who can talk to her!

Jiang Yao suddenly became alert and secretly guarded against it.

"Are you Qingxue?" Jiang Yao couldn't help but ask.

The little girl stepped back and tilted her head to look at Jiang Yao, her black jewel-like eyes full of surprise, "Do you know me? Who are you?"

Sure enough, it was Mu Qingxue who had died four years ago!

She is still alive!

Jiang Yao was pleasantly surprised and could not hide her happiness, "Qingxue, I am your cousin, and your father is my cousin. Do you still remember your father?"

"Cousin? Are you Longcheng's cousin?" The little girl's big eyes suddenly widened.

This time, it was Jiang Yao's turn to be surprised again, "Qingxue, do you still know about your cousin?"

The little girl nodded, "When I was little, my father told me stories about Shenzhou. The one he told me the most was my cousin in Longcheng."

"Dad said that cousin Longcheng is very good, especially when he deceives girls. He deceived a very fierce and hot girl..."

"So you are my cousin Longcheng. You won't lie to me, right?"

Jiang Yao had black lines on his face. He couldn't help but touch his forehead.

Cousin, you are really good at arranging me in front of children like this?

A two-year-old child remembers things so clearly, which also shows that she has extraordinary intelligence.

Jiang Yao smiled: "No, my cousin is a good person."

Mu Qingxue actually nodded in agreement, "I'm not afraid. Dad also said that cousin Longcheng is a good person."

Having said this, she actually took a few steps forward with her short legs and stared at her cousin curiously.

She felt that her cousin was very kind to her, which made her very happy.

Jiang Yao jumped off the dog's back, walked up to the little girl holding a lighter, and squatted down.

"Qingxue, do you miss your father and mother? They are up there."

"I think about it," Mu Qingxue said without hesitation, and looked like she was about to cry, "I think about it every day. But I can't get out."

Jiang Yao immediately asked: "Someone won't let you go out?"

Mu Qingxue shook her head, "There is no one else here, only me."

Jiang Yao asked again, "Who usually talks to you? Who stays with you?"

Unexpectedly, Mu Qingxue shook her head again, "No one is talking to me."

Jiang Yao fell into thinking.

Qingxue probably wasn't lying. But no one talked to her, and she lived alone in a dark underground space for four years. How did her language skills increase with age?

It is normal for a six-year-old child to have this kind of language ability. But the problem is that she has been alone here for four years, which is extremely abnormal.

How do you survive?

How was she resurrected?

"Qingxue," Jiang Yao touched her little head, "What have you experienced in the past few years?"

Mu Qingxue thought for a while, "A few years ago, I woke up and found myself in a wooden box. I opened the box and dug out..."

"Wait a minute." Jiang Yao grabbed the little girl's hand, "Qingxue, you were only two years old at the time, how could you have the strength to dig it out?"

Mu Qingxue looked puzzled, "It's easy to dig, does it require a lot of strength? Can't the stone be removed as soon as it is moved?"

The stone in the tomb weighs hundreds of kilograms, and it can be opened as soon as it is moved? Jiang Yao was a little confused when he heard this.

He carefully looked at Qingxue and found that the little girl's skin was as crystal clear as jade and had an indescribable luster, as if she had been smeared with a layer of moonlight.

It also seems to be bathed in some kind of light, looking somewhat holy.

Jiang Yao suddenly thought of the three mountain peaks outside, which also had a bright and moist meaning.

Could it be that the little girl was not only resurrected, but also possessed a magical power?

"Qingxue, squeeze your cousin's fingers hard and let your cousin see how strong you are." Jiang Yao put his two fingers together and handed them to Mu Qingxue.

Mu Qingxue also became interested. She stretched out her little hand with a smile and pinched Jiang Yao's fingers, "Cousin, you are not afraid of pain, are you?"

Jiang Yao smiled and said, "Silly boy, how could that happen?"

Although he has no magic power here, he is a strong body refiner after all. Not only is he physically strong, but he also has the power of a martial master. He is not a real mortal.

However, the next moment, Jiang Yao's expression became a little solid.

Mu Qingxue's little hand pinched two of his fingers and slowly tightened them, making Jiang Yao's bones crack.

Those white and soft pink hands were like a magic weapon with pliers, and the bones of the ginger medicine they pinched were about to explode.

"Cousin, what's wrong with you? Why are you sweating so much?" Mu Qingxue squeezed and touched Jiang Yao's forehead, "Cousin, are you very hot?"

Jiang Yao forced a smile, "I wonder if there is any magic weapon underground. It's much hotter than outside. Haha."

Although this man was smiling, the corners of his mouth were twitching and his eyebrows were trembling. He was also shocked in his heart.

What a lot of strength!

This strength may have reached the level of Martial Lord!

Only six years old.

Xiao Hei's eyes widened as he looked at Mu Qingxue's little hands, and his ears stood up nervously.

This little thing has so much strength!

Seeing that those little hands were still tightening, Jiang Yao finally couldn't help but said:

"Qingxue, my cousin has tried it out. You are very strong, not bad, not bad. Uh... good boy, you can let go."

He looked very approving.

However, the little girl became more energetic and did not let go.

Jiang Yao's eyebrows twitched even more, and her smile became gentler, "Be good, Qingxue, you are very good, you can let go."

Only then did Mu Qingxue let go of Jiang Yao's hand with some hesitation, "I haven't used all my strength yet... Hey, cousin, how did your two fingers turn into one?"

She looked at the two fingers that were pinched together and looked at her little hand, "Cousin, did I use too much force?"

Jiang Yao didn't have the power to cultivate at the moment, and he was almost crying because of the pain.

Fingers connected to the heart.

Where does this kid get so much strength?

"It's okay." Jiang Yaofeng smiled lightly, "Qingxue, go on."
To be continued...