There is no longer the initial resistance to the female corpse with small feet.
Although the female corpse with small feet had injured the feet of both Xiaoyu and her aunt, without her, he would not be alive now, and he would not even be able to leave the "new village" of Qingyu Village.
Therefore, it is impossible for Jiang Wuji to choose to ignore the thoughts of the little-footed female corpse.
Perhaps it was because the Little-Footed Female Corpse was in his body, so even without verbal communication, Jiang Wuji could roughly feel the Little-Footed Female Corpse's wishes and thoughts.
She really wanted to go to this cenotaph.
With the intervention of the female corpse with small feet, this matter is no longer ambiguous.
"How strong is the Tomb Suppressing Beast?"
There was still no expression on Jiang Wuji's face. There was no sign of happiness or anger, nor could he tell whether he cared about the tomb. But even so, these words were a life-saving straw for the bandit leader.
"Eighth-grade, at most, the strength is only eight-grade. Anyway, it will not exceed seventh-grade! It will definitely not exceed seventh-grade!"
Hearing the horse bandit leader's answer, Cao Li couldn't help but kicked him, "Is it the eighth grade or the seventh grade!"
The leader of the horse bandits covered his bloody nose and cried: "Seventh, seventh grade, seventh grade..."
"Tell me how evil this tomb-suppressing beast is." Jiang Wuji asked again.
The horse bandit leader's pupils shrank, as if he remembered something terrible, and after swallowing several mouthfuls of saliva, he said:
"Actually, I, I didn't see it clearly, I just saw the shadow of that thing, an outline..."
"Go on, don't hesitate!" Cao Li scolded.
Horse bandit leader: "That thing seems to be a hand..."
"One hand?" After hearing this answer, Jiang Wuji couldn't help but frown.
The tomb beast is a hand? How to understand this? Evil spirit?
What evil spirit is a hand? How miserable that is...
Under Cao Li's glare, the horse bandit leader continued: "That thing is as big as a man, no, it should be bigger than a man. It has five legs touching the ground at the same time, like a severed hand."
Tomb of Clothes, Tomb Suppressing Beast, Level 7, Severed Hand, an elixir that can directly make a person become a level 9 warrior.
Although the horse bandit leader's words became more and more outrageous, these things successfully aroused Jiang Wuji's curiosity.
"Lead the way." Jiang Wuji finally spoke.
However, before the horse bandit leader could react, Cao Li said: "Little Taoist Master, the more I hear about this, the more outrageous it becomes. How about we forget it?"
"Why forget it? Didn't you realize that this guy's blood is purer than yours?" Jiang Wuji said.
Looking at the horse bandit leader whose nose was broken by his own kick, Cao Li said with some embarrassment: "Although he is one level lower than me, his blood is indeed purer than mine, hehe..."
"I guess there is something wrong with the elixir he took. Go and have a look. Maybe this is your chance." Jiang Wuji patted Cao Li on the shoulder with a smile on his face.
"Little Taoist Master, this..." Upon hearing this, Cao Li felt his nose was a little sore.
"Stop it, stop it."
Jiang Wuji stretched and said, "Don't forget, my blood energy is comparable to that of a seventh-grade martial artist, so I can also be a martial artist."
Cao Li touched the bridge of his nose and said no more.
Next, the leader of the horse bandits led the way, leaving the main road and heading towards the mountains.
As for what he said to Cao Li just now, it wasn't Jiang Wuji trying to win people's hearts.
Although Cao Li followed him voluntarily and stated his purpose, before that, Cao Li took the initiative to help him not once or twice.
Jiang Wuji admits that he is not a good person, but he is definitely not a white-eyed wolf. For Cao Li, who is in the advanced stage of obsessive-compulsive disorder, he will definitely help if he can.
Speaking selfishly, Cao Li's improvement in strength has only benefits and no harm to him.
Now I hope what the bandit leader said is more reliable. Many opportunities in movies and novels come from cave tombs and the like. Maybe this tomb can really bring surprises.
As a result, before they had gone very far, hysterical screams came from a bright fire place ahead.
After walking in, I discovered that it was another group of horse bandits. In addition to the horse bandits, there were also several civilians tied to trees.
Jiang Wuji recognized these people at a glance. They were the same people who had given him some food for his daughter's birthday.
"you you……"
The beaten-up man stared at Jiang Wuji, unable to hold back a word for a long time.
In front of this man, there lay the corpse of a little girl with crooked hands and legs. Judging from the unbearable condition of the corpse, she must have been inhumanly bullied during her lifetime, and it was in front of her father...
Seeing this scene, Jiang Wuji's complexion instantly darkened, and blue veins popped out on his forehead.
As a result, before Jiang Wuji could get angry, the leader of the horse bandits picked up a steel knife, strode up to the two horse bandits, and without asking the reason, he struck out with two swords and separated their bodies.
"Damn it! Even the little girl is not spared. Are you still human beings? Or individuals?"
The leader of the horse bandits cursed loudly, and the flesh on his face was twitching.
The other horse bandits looked at each other, unable to react for a moment, let alone how to react.
"Why the hell are you standing there? Hurry up and bring out all the food and drink for me. Is there anyone who hasn't seen you tonight? Be quick and roast that sheep for me. Be quick! Be quick!"
Although this horse bandit leader looks rough and arrogant, he is very thoughtful. Everything he is doing now is because he is afraid that Jiang Wuji's anger will be vented on him.
After all, he is an expert who is not afraid even when he hears the seventh-grade tomb-suppressing beast! Once this man gets angry, he may not even have ten lives to die...
The horse bandit camp started to get busy. Although it was a bit messy, it was still working.
The leader of the horse bandits also hurriedly got into a tent, saying that he wanted to show his filial piety with his treasure.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jiang Wuji said to Cao Li, "Let them go."
Cao Li, who had already gritted his teeth, nodded solemnly, strode up to the people tied to the tree trunks, and untied the hemp ropes on their bodies one by one.
However, when Cao Li went to untie the rope from the little girl's father, the latter spat blood on Cao Li's face and cursed.
"You're such a bastard! You're such a bastard, you're such a bastard, you're such a bastard!"
"You shall not die well! You shall not die well!!!"
Cao Li wiped the blood from his face and wanted to explain, but the latter took another sip and even tried to snatch the knife from Cao Li's hand.
At this time, Jiang Wuji, who looked gloomy, came over and said, "We are not horse bandits. If you want to survive, leave as soon as possible."
The man who lost his beloved couldn't listen at all, but fortunately, the other people accompanying him still had sense and forced him to leave this place of right and wrong, and took away the little girl's body.
After these people left, Jiang Wuji, who was standing next to Cao Li, said in a low voice: "Cao Li, I think it's better to leave the tomb as it happens."
Cao Li tightened the seven-ring knife in his hand and said, "Young Taoist Master, you have the final say."
Jiang Wuji took a deep breath, looked at the busy figures around him, and said.