"But aren't the ancient gods the ancestors of the Sushen tribe? Why would they be angry and press the entire altar into the mountain cavity? This is a bit strange."
If Yue Guanchao wanted to ask, Song Siyuan also had the same question. Lu Fengjian carefully looked at the last mural. There was obviously something wrong with the necklace held up by the high priest.
He pointed at the mural with a flashlight:
"Look at the last mural. The priestess in this mural seems to be holding a pendant in the shape of a tiger or wolf."
"Perhaps, the problem lies in the beast-shaped necklace. Something that allows the Great Xianbei Witch to lead the crowd in sacrifices must be a priceless treasure of the clan. Maybe this pendant is the evil weapon described in the mural!"
Song Siyuan was reminded by Lu Fengjian and suddenly realized:
"Indeed, their ancient god doesn't even have a specific image. Who knows what kind of temper he has behind the scenes. Such an evil god is really unpredictable. This is not what we should consider. We need to find out why Aying is with the coffin. He looks so much like the high priest there."
"After all, according to the meaning of the mural, every generation of Xianbei witches is the reincarnation of ancient gods. So is Aying's body also the soul of ancient gods?"
No one knows this. They haven't even seen Ying's shadow. It's not easy to find out the truth.
"Bah bang bang...hahahaha, what a skill, what a skill!"
They were struggling to understand the implications of the mural, and there was clapping and clapping above their heads. This crisp sound came from top to bottom and was clearly audible in the silence.
Yue Guanchao shined his flashlight into the sky, and Tang Dianrong gradually leaned out of the darkness.
"You...when did you come?"
Yue Guanchao's face became more and more solemn, and the gun in his hand was loaded unconsciously.
"We originally wanted to use the corpse figurines to drag you in to steal the treasure first, but who knew you would come so quickly? You are so skillful."
When Tang Dianrong saw Yue Guanchao gritting his teeth and staring at him, he burst out laughing: "Little brother, I bet you don't dare to kill me. I advise you to put down your gun. I have many more people than you."
After the bandit leader clapped his hands, Wu Yueniang also leaned out of the darkness. In front of her, Aying was gagged and whined extremely pitifully.
"If you let my granddaughter go, you can do whatever you want?"
When Wu Tuman saw the bruises on Ah Ying's hand, he was so angry that he wanted to rush forward and stab Wu Yueniang to the core.
"Ah hahahahaha, you old man, you haven't suffered enough just now, and you still dare to talk nonsense here."
Wu Yueniang's eyes moved, she let go of the cotton cloth in Aying's mouth, and she immediately shouted:
"Brother Yue, Aweng, don't be fooled by them. These thieves want the gold treasure in the altar. You can't help them. Even if I die, you can't give it to them."
"Shut up."
Wu Yueniang pushed her palm, and Ah Ying frowned and vomited blood!
"Wu Yueniang, if you dare to touch her hair, I will drag you down to suffer even if I die."
Wu Tuman immediately became furious after hearing this. Wu Yueniang seemed to have done it intentionally, but her expression was content. She slowly grabbed her sleeves and said:
"Don't worry, I don't want to kill her. All we want is treasure. If you find the treasure and give it to us, I will never touch her. I raised this girl until she was ten years old, and I still have some feelings for her."
Song Siyuan looked at the arrogant and ferocious Wu Yueniang, with a trace of disgust flashing in her eyes:
"It turns out that you also know that you raised her until she was ten years old. In Aying's eyes, you are her parents. If you are threatened or have difficulties, you can tell us. It may not mean that the enemy has the upper hand."
She paused and said with a choked voice:
"Think about it, how many people have coveted the treasure of the altar for thousands of years, but haven't these people all become bones and loess? If the treasure is so easy to get, why is it your turn to come here?"
"Moreover, haven't you seen these murals? This altar is a place cursed by the ancient gods. The Great Xianbei witch who lived thousands of years ago repeatedly warned the people not to come down before she died. Do you know what will happen if you go against heaven like this? as a result of?"
These words made Wu Yueniang look dazed. It was not that she was not afraid of the curse of the ancient gods, but in the face of a large number of treasures, who would not be fooled by lard.
Seeing Zhong Liangsheng touching her shoulder with his pale lips, Wu Yueniang dodged away in disgust. She looked at Yue Guanchao with determination:
"Ah hahaha, you think you can impress my aunt with just a few innocuous words. We have been dormant for so long, waiting for someone to find the "Secrets of Zu Xian". If you ask me, this treasure is... It’s our turn to get it.”
"As for you?"
Wu Yueniang frowned: "If you are interested, you can take out the treasure according to my wishes."
"Come on, give this little brother the "Secrets of Zu Xian"."
Before he finished speaking, a bandit picked up the scroll and threw it upward in an arc. Yue Guanchao flew forward and took the ancient scroll in his hand.
"It's all up to you whether you do it or not? Anyway, this little girl's life is in your hands?"
Yue Guanchao had already heard this sentence once in Yintuo Village. When he heard the bandit leader say such threatening words again, he was so angry that the veins on his forehead bulged, but it was not the time to get angry yet.
He suppressed his anger and opened the scroll: "Mr. Tang, you want me to get the treasure for you, but you have to tell me where the treasure is? What do you mean by just giving me a bare picture?"
Tang Dianrong seemed to have expected that he would say this, with a wicked smile on his lips:
"I can't understand this ancient scroll, but you are so smart that you must know where the treasure is? If you can't find it, our bandit flag will have to sacrifice someone~"
After saying that, he made a gesture of slitting his neck, which made his meaning very clear.
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