General of the Heavens

They split into two groups, but there was only one Angry Sun Chicken. Chen Yulou had Partridge Whistle take it, while Ning Chen naturally chose to follow Partridge Whistle.

Besides being concerned about tomb raiding, Ning Chen was even more interested in studying the Angry-Eyed Chicken. This chicken was really interesting.

Normally, no one dares to approach it except for Partridge Whistle, not even Ning Chen. But as long as Ning Chen uses his Golden Eyes to channel spiritual energy into the Angry Rooster's body, the rooster will allow Ning Chen to touch it.

But once the spiritual energy is cut off, there's no way you can get close to it again. That rascal, it's the kind of thing that won't act until it sees the benefit!

However, Ning Chen is not someone to be trifled with!

The Angry Rooster felt extremely comfortable absorbing spiritual energy, its eyelids fluttering, looking just like a customer who had just finished a fight.

"Hmph, I'll let you have your fun for a couple of days. Then, I'll suddenly cut off your spiritual energy and see if you're still so arrogant!"

This is like suddenly cutting off the opium supply to a heavy smoker; the pain and cruelty involved are unimaginable…

However, the carefree Angry Rooster was clearly not considering this situation; it was currently bottling up its resentment in the basket.

Partridge Whistle had heard Chen Yulou mention the six-winged centipede, so he locked up the Angry Rooster to accumulate its anger, hoping that releasing it at the right time would have a miraculous effect!

In addition to Ning Chen, Hua Ling, and Lao Yangren, Partridge Whistle's group also had Hong Guniang leading a dozen or so members of the Unloading Ridge bandits to assist him.

Hong Guniang volunteered to stay by Partridge Whistle's side, but Chen Yulou didn't say anything. He thought Hong Guniang didn't want to be with Luo Laowai.

However, the experienced driver Ning Chen noticed something amiss. Red Girl and Hua Ling walked side-by-side, subtly inquiring from time to time about whether Partridge Whistle had a wife…

This is a case of ulterior motives!

The group traveled to the back of the mountain. From the mountain pass to the bottom, there were only huge rock walls, and no way to pass. They had to descend from the steep mountain peak.

The sheer cliffs, rising straight up and down, are so steep that just looking down makes one feel dizzy. Partridge Whistle and the other Mountain-Moving Taoists are all highly skilled and daring individuals.

The group of brothers led by Hong Guniang were all experts from Changsheng Mountain, but Ning Chen looked a little pale.

Hua Ling was very enthusiastic and wanted to take Ning Chen's pulse, but Ning Chen refused. Every time this girl took his pulse, she would talk nonsense in a serious manner. How could Ning Chen have insufficient kidney qi?

That doesn't make sense...

Ning Chen activated his Golden Eyes, allowing him to see clearly in all directions. But it was precisely because he could see so clearly that he felt even more threatened.

One wrong move and you could be meeting your ancestor, but luckily Ning Chen is a man who values ​​his life. He used the centipede to hang the mountain ladder and slowly climbed up, so he escaped unharmed.

At the foot of the mountain, there were more than a dozen mounds of earth, forming a cemetery. Most of them were covered in water and mud, with the coffins half-exposed. On the top of one of the coffins, a pool of dirty blood had seeped out, and a small raccoon was lying on the coffin lid licking the black blood.

"Ugh! It's this thing again!"

Hua Ling exclaimed in surprise, "We and Ning Chen had killed two fox spirits, one big and one small, before, but we couldn't find them. Now we've encountered them again."

"Is it that powerful? Do you want me to kill it?"

Hong Gu Niang thought it was a powerful thing, so she took out her throwing knife to shoot it, but Partridge Whistle grabbed her arm.

"Wait, spare its life!"

At this moment, Hong Gu Niang couldn't hear what Partridge Whistle was saying; all her attention was focused on the soft spot where Partridge Whistle was holding her hand.

"I...I understand, please let me go first..."

Seeing the spirited young woman in red looking like this, Ning Chen clicked his tongue in amazement, then went along with it, saying, "Brother, if you keep holding that girl's hand, she'll never get married..."

Partridge Whistle blushed and quickly released his grip. He was not a talkative person to begin with, and now he could only use silence to ease the awkwardness.

Then Partridge Whistle stepped forward and grabbed the little raccoon. The little raccoon looked dazed, as if it had just woken up, with a line of black blood seeping from its mouth.

This time, it couldn't run away in time.

Hong Guniang was puzzled. Like Ning Chen, she was still a novice when it came to tomb raiding, but she didn't ask.

I don't know if she was afraid of disturbing Partridge Whistle, or if she was too shy to ask...

No one knew what Partridge Whistle intended to do with the captured raccoon, but they dared not ask any questions. They simply scattered among the crevices at the foot of the mountain, searching for a place to dig a tunnel.

Ning Chen followed Partridge Whistle and asked, "Are we going to use this raccoon to find places to dig tombs?"

Partridge Whistle asked with considerable surprise, "Third Brother, could it be that your lineage of tomb raiders also employs similar methods?"

Ning Chen shook his head: "I haven't learned a single bit of the secret techniques of tomb raiding and grave robbing; I just guessed it because you didn't kill it..."

Bullshit! Ning Chen knows the plot.

Sure enough, Partridge Whistle pulled out a centipede bead, which he had taken from the body of a large, patterned centipede he found in the mountains.

After wiping the raccoon's nose a few times, the raccoon convulsed, its eyes rolled back violently, and finally, blood dripped from its nose.

Partridge Whistle carried it back and forth in the mountain crevice, dripping blood. Red Girl held up a torch to light the way for him. She carefully observed the changes in the blood dripping onto the soil and rocks but could not see anything unusual.

But Partridge Whistle was experienced. He saw that when the blood droplets fell on the soil, they neither seeped down nor flowed. Instead, they were absorbed by the soil and swirled around before finally seeping into the soil.

He concluded that this layer of soil, connected to the yin energy of Bottle Mountain, was slightly repelled by the scalding hot blood; such a subtle change could not be noticed by anyone except Partridge Whistle.

Partridge Whistle nodded and said, "This is the place. Digging a tunnel through here will lead directly to the underground palace." Red Girl's eyes lit up, and she admired Partridge Whistle even more.

Ning Chen was equally eager. Damn, with such skills, he would probably never have to worry about money for the rest of his life. Tomb raiding really is a technical job!

While everyone was digging a deep tunnel, Ning Chen seized the opportunity to ask Partridge Whistle for more knowledge about tomb raiding.

The three had just become sworn brothers, and Partridge Whistle spoke frankly and without reservation, systematically explaining the basic methods of tomb raiding. During the explanation, Partridge Whistle occasionally expressed his admiration for the Tomb Raiders and the Tomb Raiders.

After all, in the tomb raiding industry, Faqiu and Mojin are recognized as the best, and their skills in finding dragon veins and dividing gold, as well as feng shui and celestial stars, are unparalleled.

"Oh, what a pity. By the way, what should we do with this raccoon? Should we just kill it?" Ning Chen asked, pointing to the dying raccoon.

Little Lizi: "???"

This raccoon is truly pitiful. It bleeds away the whole way, making it the ultimate tool, but in the end, Ning Chen still has to kill it.

Partridge Whistle shook his head. Although he was a ruthless killer, he was unwilling to kill in front of his junior brothers, junior sisters, and...that...Red Girl, so he decided to release the little fox.

Ning Chen didn't care too much. He figured he might as well let it go. The little thing didn't have much meat on it, and apparently, the meat was sour and tasted terrible.

Just as Ning Chen was about to kick the little fox away, Partridge Whistle used his short knife to sever a demonic tendon at the back of the fox's neck.

"It will never be able to cultivate again, nor will it be able to use illusions to harm living beings. Go, lest it fall into someone else's hands!"

Little Tanuki: "Thank you..."

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