The Ding family's motorcade moved forward slowly, seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker.

As the eldest young master of the Ding family, Ding Luo is extremely talented. He is only twenty-two years old now, and his martial arts has already reached the third level. It can be said that he is the hope for the future of the entire Ding family.

In order to support his family's relocation this time, he not only came forward to support it himself, but also brought two of his disciples with him.

Senior sister Mu Chunxiu and master Changyun Taoist were all pulled by him to help guard the convoy.

At this time, I saw my father and master talking happily and the atmosphere was harmonious. The senior sister and mother also whispered private words.

Most of Ding Luo's worries about not getting along with each other were gone.

"Speaking of which, Ding Luo, you are actually good at everything. You just have to be nosy. You must remember to change it."

The master, Taoist Changyun, is already sixty-seven and has had two apprentices in his lifetime. The eldest of them, Mu Chunxiu, has average qualifications. It will be considered good if he can reach the fifth rank at the age of thirty.

But the young apprentice Ding Luo is quite hopeful. Maybe in the future, the first eighth-grade or even ninth-grade master will appear under his sect!

At that time, although Taoist Changyun himself was weak, he could only barely reach the high-level threshold.

But if the apprentice is strong enough, he can also shine!

In this way, he was satisfied.

It's just that...this apprentice is good at everything, but there is one problem. He has a short temper, is impatient for justice, and always likes to fight against injustice.

"Master, it's not that you don't know, I just can't stand some people and some things." Ding Luo scratched his head and pretended to smile.

"You..." Taoist Changyun was a little helpless and still wanted to speak.

Suddenly, not far away in the forest, a cry of surprise came from afar.

"Help!!"

Ding Luo frowned and looked around.

Soon, he saw a miserable herb collector running out of the forest with blood on his face. Behind him, a large black insect jumped out of the forest and pounced on the back of the herb collector.

"How brave!! How dare you hurt someone!!" Ding Luo immediately drew his sword and rushed forward, rushing towards the black tiger.

Ouch!

The black tiger roared, looked up at Ding Luo, and turned towards him without stopping.

Ding Luo was not afraid and immediately fought with the black tiger with a knife.

But he didn't notice at all that in the forest behind Black Tiger, there was a man in gray wearing a ghost mask, slowly approaching.

He kept the herb gatherer and did not kill him right away, but just to feed his little pet some snacks.

But I didn't expect to meet people on the road right in this barren mountain.

"You are unlucky." A trace of cruelty flashed in the ghost-faced man's eyes.

The herb collector is very likely to know the approximate location of Tianji Cave, although this may be very small.

But just in case, it would be better to kill all the living people around.

Only the dead are the best secret keepers.

This has always been the principle most believed in by the Ghost Faced People.

As a ninth-grade member of the sect, as long as he completes this mission, he will be eligible to return to the sect to worship the gods and extend his life.

Therefore, this time, only success is allowed, failure is not allowed, and no mistakes are allowed!

Seeing a group of carriages and horses appearing on the road, the leisurely mood of the ghost-faced man just now gradually changed.

In such a remote place, there might not be a train every few days, so he would still be unlucky enough to meet someone. Seriously...

He immediately changed his mind and stopped playing. He wanted to silence him as soon as possible, and then went back to pick up the treasure and take it away to avoid a long night and many dreams.

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Ouch!

A tiger roar could be heard faintly in the distance.

Beside the bonfire, Zhang Rongfang raised his head slightly and looked in the direction of the sound.

"Are there any big insects here?"

"Well, there are some, quite a few." Nubarn nodded, "There are too few towns around Hornwood Mountain, and there are occasionally poisonous miasma in the forest, plus there are many ferocious beasts such as giant insects.

So most of the people who dare to come here are very brave. Or they have no choice but to come here to get a piece of it."

"Ordinary people come here and stay for a long time, and they may not survive." Zhang Rongfang shook his head.

"That's right. Without the support of powerful warriors, ordinary people, even if they have a little money, can't even think of traveling a long way. This is the situation of most families in the inland." Nubarn agreed.

"What about the sea route?" Zhang Rongfang asked, "The sea route should be much better, right?"

"The sea route is afraid of wind. The sea is endless, and the biggest fear is being blown off course by wind and waves. Once it goes off course, you need to be a very good navigator to adjust it." Nubarn answered.

"Then how do navigators identify directions?"

"It is said that it depends on astronomy and stars. I don't understand these things." Nuba'en shook his head. "But it is said that the Great Spirit has observatories in many places? If you are free, you can go and have a look."

"Observatory? Well, you can definitely go and see it when you have time."

The more Zhang Rongfang got to know Da Ling, the more he felt that this vast empire became more mysterious.

"Come, sir, this is for you." Nubarn handed the roasted leg of lamb to Zhang Rongfang.

The food they carry are all pre-made dishes. When they get here, they only need to be heated over a fire.

"Thank you." The two of them drank pure milk tea with mint and chatted while eating.

Ouch!

Suddenly, a more intense and clear roar of a tiger came from a distance.

This time, the tiger's roar seemed to have a touch of pain and anger.

"There are quite a lot of tigers here. They should be fighting." Nubarn smiled. "Speaking of which, these tigers are really difficult for ordinary people to deal with, but for us warriors, one tiger is equivalent to

The opponent who is around level 3 is still an opponent who only has a few moves back and forth.

It's easy to fight. Last time I came here, I almost killed one..."

"Really? That's just right. After we get the treasure medicine, we will kill one or two to take back before we leave. They are considered specialties." Zhang Rongfang also became interested.

"With your strength, it will be easy." Nubarn complimented.

puff!

Bright red blood splashed.

The herb gatherer was killed by the black tiger and fell heavily to the ground, with his head bruised and bleeding.

Ding Luo, who had just taken action, was now stiff and stood there, staring at the ghost-faced man in gray who slowly walked out from behind the black tiger.

"You...who are you!?"

He keenly felt an indescribable sense of depression from the other party.

The feeling of oppression was even greater than the black tiger in front of me.

Obviously the black tiger's body is much larger than the ghost-faced man.

But the auras of the two are completely different.

That feeling is like a fire and a furnace.

"Hehe." The ghost-faced man glanced at the entire convoy. "I didn't expect to meet so many people just by feeding Xiao Hei some food..."

"Xiao Luo, stand back!!" Suddenly a figure rushed out and landed beside Ding Luo, reaching out to stop him.

It was his master, Taoist Changyun.

His face was solemn at this time, and his eyes were staring at the ghost-faced man without blinking.

It was like encountering some kind of savage beast.

But the black tiger, which was clearly a ferocious beast, was just a few meters in front of him, but he turned a blind eye.

Instead, all attention was focused on the Ghost-Faced Man.

"Sir, we don't mean to offend, but I just happen to be passing by here. Please show me your respect. We will leave immediately!"

His voice was clear and he cupped his fists and raised his hands.

At this time, the rest of the team also felt something was wrong.

Dark night, mountain forest, a ghost-faced man who keeps a black tiger as a pet... This situation...

In the past, it was only encountered in some chivalrous novels.

And here....

Everyone's spirits became tense.
To be continued...