"Did you find traces of that strange beast in Huangjiatian?" Lin Yuan looked at Zhang Rui in surprise.
"Yes. Since the team leader arrived in Qinglu Town, I have arranged for more people to guard various fields. Just now, the field mouse spirit finally appeared!"
"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go catch it!"
Lin Yuan put down the wine glass in his hand and had no intention of continuing to eat.
As long as the remaining strange beast is captured, it can be said that most of the military patrol goals in Qinglu Town have been completed. What's more, he had just broken through the Marrow Cleansing Realm and was just in time to practice with it.
To this day, Lin Yuan already knows the limitations of Golden Finger. Establishing fate is not an easy thing. From Chihe City to now, people with fate rarely appear.
However, hostile fate can be triggered quite stably, bringing strange results to the enemy.
Therefore, just find the field mouse spirit first, and then think of ways to arouse its hostility. With the mark, Lin Yuan didn't have to worry about it running away no matter how hard it escaped.
The group of people rushed to Huangjiatian, where many guards were already waiting.
Many villagers stood on high mounds of soil and pointed at the fields in the distance.
The soil was flying, as if an excavator had entered the field. Large tracts of soil were piled up on the field ridges, leaving a huge deep pit in place.
"That field mouse spirit is not very strong. You guys stand guard around it and don't let it escape from the ground." Lin Yuan rushed to the scene and immediately arranged for several junior brothers to form a surround.
"Senior brother, don't worry!" Zhang Diankai and others replied confidently, and they scattered around, all gearing up.
"Brother Zhang, let's go directly."
"Okay. Wait a minute, you and I will attack at the same time, don't give it time to escape."
The two looked at each other and jumped directly into the pit.
I don’t know what kind of mutation this vole spirit eats, but its pair of iron claws are extremely good at digging. Lin Yuan kept falling on the wall of the pit, estimated to be 8 or 9 meters.
"That's it!" Zhang Rui shouted, pulling out a short knife from his waist and falling from the sky.
At the bottom of the dim pit, a light yellow field mouse the size of a calf was scratching, and the harsh sound of squeaking kept echoing.
Lin Yuan didn't waste any time and struck the field mouse spirit's head with a palm strike.
The field mouse spirit heard the sound of wind above its head, its fat body twisted, and the digging movement of its claws suddenly accelerated. At the last moment when the two men's attacks were about to hit it, the field mouse spirit disappeared.
laugh! Bang!
All their attacks hit the ground at the bottom of the pit.
"This is!"
"Is this what it's been digging for?"
With the little light that reached the bottom of the pit, a stone door appeared in front of them.
"The tomb of Master Longsha in Nanyang?"
Lin Yuan looked at Zhang Rui, who shook his head and said he didn't know.
The stone carvings on the damaged door are already mottled, but the sharp brushstrokes still convey a majestic temperament to this day, which is breathtaking.
It is conceivable that this Venerable must have been a prominent figure at that time. Unfortunately, no one knows his name now.
After searching for so long, the field mouse spirit finally found this place, dug out the stone door, and entered inside. There must be something here that it desires.
It was impossible for the two of them to let such a strange beast roam the town.
"Let's take advantage of the victory and pursue it," Lin Yuan said.
"I didn't expect there to be a tomb here. Let's be careful." Zhang Rui frowned but did not object.
Lin Yuan pressed his palms on the stone door, used his strength and pushed hard.
Unexpectedly, the stone door was not locked and was easily pushed open.
A bluestone path appears in front of you. On both sides are everlasting oil lamps.
Lin Yuan stepped onto the path first.
"Hey, there are many murals on both sides."
Through the light, murals and texts appeared before his eyes.
"It's the life story of this venerable person." Zhang Rui was also attracted.
The two of them walked and looked around, and soon got a general idea of the owner of the tomb.
This is a master!
200 years ago, he once dominated the Nanyang Dynasty. In his later years, he understood a magical skill, so he built this living tomb and retreated to death.
It was obvious that the master had failed and the living tomb became a real tomb.
Grandmaster.
Lin Yuan's heart was filled with ups and downs. Although Wang Zhong said that he had the qualifications of a great master, he was now just a practicing martial artist.
There is an incomparable distance between the two.
The retreat of such a great master must have unimaginable opportunities. In comparison, chasing the vole spirit was a secondary goal.
Lin Yuan couldn't help but look back at Zhang Rui, the second warrior in the tomb.
"Don't worry, Leader Lin. The inheritance in this tomb belongs to you. I just hope that if there are any rare treasures that can improve your cultivation, you can give me a share." Zhang Rui took half a step back and said sincerely.
"No problem. We still don't know what lies ahead in this tomb. You and I still need to work together to deal with it."
Lin Yuan got the answer he wanted and said with satisfaction.
At the end of the passage was a wooden door, but the wood was rotted and riddled with holes. The door on the right fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.
The field mouse spirit has passed here.
Lin Yuan strode across the threshold and found a study room behind the wooden door.
Seven or eight bookshelves are displayed quietly against the wall, with a book tucked on top.
Lin Yuan casually pulled out a book, shook off the dust, and a line of text appeared on the dark yellow title page.
"Nanyang Manzhou Chronicles".
After roughly browsing through them, I found some custom records, which might be of interest to the old gentlemen in Chihe City.
Lin Yuan scanned the bookshelf again and found that they were mostly anecdotes and of little value.
It can be seen that although this grandmaster is in seclusion, he has prepared many things to relieve his loneliness.
In front of the study room is another stone road. There are no traps along the way, just some flowerpots without plants.
At the end of the road, a broken stone door collapsed miserably.
"You evil beast, you are so brave!"
As soon as Lin Yuan entered the door, he was aroused by the sight in front of him.
In a secret room made of stone, a lifelike corpse of a man sat cross-legged on a high platform in the center. There were three jade boxes placed in front of him.
At this moment, all the jade boxes fell to the ground and the lids separated.
A field mouse, as fat as a calf, was holding a red medicinal plant and gnawing at it. There were two tattered books scattered at its feet, covered with mud.
There are faint words "...sha...gong" on the booklet.
"You deserve to die!!"
Lin Yuan took action with anger, and his palm as big as a cattail leaf brought up a howling wind.
The vole spirit's eyes moved swiftly, but its huge body was extremely flexible. With a bounce of its hind limbs, it dodged aside.
But as a marrow practitioner, Lin Yuan's Qi and blood are harmonious, and his strength can be sent and received from the heart. The moment the field mouse spirit jumps away, Lin Yuan's chopping palm changes his move accordingly, from chopping to sweeping.
boom!
Lin Yuan's sprinting steps stopped, and the stone slabs under his feet shattered under the fierce force. A few drops of blood slowly dripped from the edge of the folded right palm.
The vole elf's moving eyes dimmed instantly, and his body twitched slightly.
Snapped.
A huge field mouse head fell to the ground, the cut was extremely smooth. Bright red blood spurted out from the still twitching section of the body, and a fishy-sweet smell filled the quiet chamber.
"Hopefully there's not too much damage."
Lin Yuan ignored the body of the field mouse spirit, picked up half of the medicinal herbs and the secret book on the ground, and examined it.
Zhang Rui stood quietly at the door, waiting for Lin Yuan.
Neither of them noticed that the man's body in the center of the stone platform in the secret room opened its red eyes after coming into contact with the scattered blood.
