Tomb raiding: Carrying a coffin during a funeral procession, rewarded with the Dragon Elephant Prajn

"Brother, this red mist..."

"poisonous."

Li Changsheng's words were concise and to the point.

Hu Bayi and his men managed to get through the toxic fog thanks to their full-body protective gas masks and rubber suits.

But Li Changsheng doesn't need to go through that trouble.

He pulled a poison-avoiding talisman directly from his pocket and slapped it on Wu Xie's chest.

"It's okay now."

Wu Xie stared at the talisman on his chest and was so shocked that his mouth dropped open!

This is actually allowed?

However, when he turned his head, he saw Li Changsheng holding a talisman and walking leisurely into the red mist, as if nothing had happened.

Wu Xie hesitated for a moment, then tried to put his palm into the red mist.

He discovered that the talisman on his chest was emitting a faint glow, and the red mist would actively avoid him.

Well, you still say you don't know any magic!

Wu Xie was now even more certain that his elder brother, even if he wasn't a god, was at least a cultivator.

Just as Wu Xie was happily swimming through the red mist and poisonous miasma, watching the red mist avoid him like the plague, and having a great time...

Li Changsheng's words brought him back to reality.

"Stop playing, it's time to go."

"oh."

Wu Xie quickly agreed and hurriedly caught up with Li Changsheng.

"Brother, I see you're all alone and don't have a fixed place to stay. Why don't you come to Hangzhou with me after you've finished your business?"

"Hangzhou has beautiful scenery, and the food is... great too."

"And then there's my second uncle, he's in the same line of work. Brother, you're always out there handling funerals in ancient tombs, so if you have any trouble, you can ask my second uncle for help. He may not be as powerful as you, but he's good at handling official matters..."

Wu Xie seemed to have opened a floodgate of words and began to chatter on and on.

The main reason was that he really wanted to bring such a powerful figure home. Then, wouldn't Wu Xie be able to walk sideways among the tomb raiders in the south?

Unfortunately, Li Changsheng barely responded along the way, and Wu Xie spent most of the time talking to himself.

As for Li Changsheng...

He glanced at the incessantly chattering Wu Xie and chuckled inwardly.

I'm afraid Wu Xie won't have much energy to talk later.

Besides grabbing a driver, Li Changsheng had another important reason for bringing him here.

That is, Wu Xie is known as the Evil Emperor, and he can always raise a corpse when a coffin is opened.

When other people opened the coffin, it wasn't as eerie.

Li Changsheng wanted to test whether Wu Xie was really that wicked.

If Wu Xie could actually bring back the corpses from the coffins that weren't supposed to in the original story, then Li Changsheng would have to take Wu Xie with him everywhere he went, guaranteeing that he'd have so many customers he couldn't possibly deliver them all.

After passing through this area of ​​craggy rocks, the scenery before them finally changed.

Looking ahead, there was a patch of grass taller than head-on.

The grass swayed in the wind, like dancers gracefully moving about.

Wu Xie glanced at the shape and leaves of the grass and exclaimed in surprise, "Big brother, this is dancing grass!"

As he spoke, he tried to extend his finger.

Before I even touched the dancing grass, its leaves eagerly came forward.

The average dancing grass can only grow to half a meter in height.

But the dancing grass here is almost two meters tall.

Surrounded by the dancing grass, Wu Xie couldn't help but smile.

However, seeing that Li Changsheng had already gone far away, he couldn't care less about enjoying himself and hurriedly chased after him.

After leaving the area of ​​the dancing grass, Wu Xie crossed a riverbank and saw a stone toad statue about half a person's height.

After walking for a while, we saw toad-shaped images one after another.

Wu Xie counted and found that he had seen seventeen toad statues along the way.

"That shouldn't be the case. These toad stone statues are arranged according to constellations; there should be eighteen of them. Where is the last one?"

Before they knew it, the two had gone from daytime to dusk.

The area around Zhelong Mountain was shrouded in mist, and even the setting sun was shrouded in a hazy atmosphere.

With the sun about to set, Li Changsheng did not continue on his way. Instead, he and Wu Xie found a relatively clean spot in the forest and decided to rest for the night before continuing their journey.

Wu Xie was well-prepared, bringing a tent and a sleeping bag.

As for Li Changsheng, he didn't need this thing and simply sat cross-legged on the black coffin.

No matter what kind of snakes, insects, rats, or ants they are, they dare not approach the black coffin; it even has its own air conditioning effect.

Wu Xie gathered some dry firewood, started a fire, and cooked some porridge.

The cooking skills are so-so, just enough to barely fill your stomach.

By the time the two finished their meal, it was completely dark.

Wu Xie sat in front of the tent, humming a little tune, and looked through the photos he had taken with a digital camera during the day.

After watching for a while, I felt sleepy.

Wu Xie greeted Li Changsheng before lying down in his tent and sleeping bag to rest.

Time passed second by second...

As night deepened, a piercing scream shattered the silence of the night.

Wu Xie woke up almost instantly.

He hurriedly scrambled out of the tent!

The campfire outside had not yet completely died down, still glowing with its last embers.

By the firelight, Wu Xie noticed that Li Changsheng was still sitting on the black coffin, which relieved him and put his mind at ease.

"Big brother, just now..."

Just as Wu Xie was about to speak, another shrill and piercing whistle suddenly came from the depths of the dense forest.

The sound was like a woman's howl, yet also somewhat like a baby's cry; in short, it was indescribably eerie.

"Don't worry, it's just a little eagle owl."

Li Changsheng slowly opened his eyes and uttered a sentence.

Wu Xie calmed down upon hearing the sound. Since he couldn't sleep anyway, he simply got dressed and added some firewood.

The eagle owl cried almost all night long, until dawn broke, and then it fell silent.

This made Wu Xie so angry that he wanted to pluck the feathers off the eagle owl.

Of course, to his surprise, his wish would soon come true.

Deep in the dense forest...

Wu Xie stood in front of two large trees, looking up at the two giant eagles circling in the sky, his mouth agape for a long time.

"Brother, is this the 'little' eagle owl you were talking about?!"

Judging by visual estimation, the wingspan of these two eagle owls definitely exceeds two meters, almost twice the size of the most magnificent golden eagle.

This enormous eagle is an absolute king of the skies.

Wu Xie suspected that if he really went for it, it was hard to say who would get the last hair!

"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on it for you. Climb up to the treetop; there's a plane wreck up there with lots of supplies you can use for self-defense."

Hearing this, Wu Xie calmed down considerably.

Following Li Changsheng's instructions, they carefully climbed the tree.

He reached the treetop and found that there was indeed a crashed plane there.

The plane carried a lot of military supplies, and judging from its serial number and the firearms on board, it was clearly a World War II aircraft.

Wu Xie noticed that the two large eagles circled for a while before finally flying away, and he was completely relieved!

He picked and chose, eventually taking two Chicago typewriters, seven or eight grenades, and a large box of ammunition, and climbed down from the treetop.

"Brother, you're amazing! There really is a plane up there. I reckon it's a transport plane from World War II that flew the Hump route, loaded with American equipment."

As Wu Xie spoke, he showed off the Chicago typewriter hanging on his body.

This gun is officially called the Thompson submachine gun, also known as the Chicago Typewriter.

It is said that it was given this name because the sound of the gunshot is very similar to the sound of a typewriter.