Six years of family affection has been wasted. Don't regret it if you dare.

The old man was buried in the grave, and the dead were buried.

Wutuo Mountain is a dark and ancient mountain. It is a forbidden place for the living and a paradise for the dead. It is also the place where all wizards practice, because it is the dojo of the old witch religion.

The breath of death is everywhere here, and it is dilapidated and gloomy everywhere. There is not even a trace of modern civilization. Old men and young men with lifeless eyes wander in the altar of Wutuo Mountain.

In the middle of an empty altar on the top of the mountain, there is a dark coffin, which is high up. The coffin is surrounded by black air, which is gloomy and terrifying. The size of the coffin is scary, more than three meters long and more than one meter wide.

The coffin was covered with bright red runes all around. Under the cold moonlight, the bright red fonts looked so enchanting and strange.

The dark coffin was like a beast in the dark night, with a bloodthirsty breath, as if it wanted to devour everything close to it, and this altar seemed to be the forbidden place of the old witch cult. Even the master of the old witch cult and the believers did not dare to approach it.

But at this time, a strong man in his thirties was kneeling in front of the coffin, trembling with cold sweat on his face, his eyes were covered with bright red bloodshot, and he kept mumbling something in his mouth, as strong as crazy, and drops of fishy yellow liquid slowly flowed out of his crotch.

A thick black cloud slowly floated over, and the already hazy moonlight was instantly covered, and a trace of gloomy and terrifying breath instantly filled the entire altar.

Suddenly, a creaking sound broke the silence of the night sky. The dark coffin lid was slowly pushed open by something from the inside, and a terrifying breath rose from it, as if the gate of hell was slowly pushed open by the devil at this moment.

The strong man's eyes suddenly opened wide, cold sweat fell like rain, and even his teeth chattered in fear.

Then the man knelt down and kowtowed, shouting, "Ancestor, spare my life, Ancestor, spare my life!"

But the coffin lid that was pushed open did not stop because of the strong man's begging for mercy. On the contrary, it was still opening rhythmically, and the terrifying breath became stronger and stronger.

When the strong man looked up, he saw that the terrifying breath was slowly approaching him. He was so scared that his teeth trembled and he was in a trance. Then the man suddenly stood up and turned around and ran away.

He kept muttering, "Grandfather, spare me, Grandfather, spare me?"

But the terrifying aura had no intention of stopping. It gathered in the air and formed a shriveled and terrifying big hand, grabbing the strong man.

The strong man was instantly grabbed into the air by the terrifying big hand, and then in the panic, fear, and the breath of death, he was slowly grabbed into the dark coffin by the terrifying big hand, and then the coffin lid slowly closed again.

Then the dark coffin began to shake violently, and the panicked man's crazy roar came from it: "No, go away, no?" Then there was a painful scream.

After a while, there was no scream of the strong man in the dark coffin, nor the sound of the strong man's painful struggle, leaving only a kind of crunching sound of gnawing flesh and blood, which echoed in the dark altar for a long time.

The dark clouds gradually drifted away, and the dark coffin appeared again in the cold moonlight, and the strong man just now had disappeared, as if he had never appeared at all.

And such things happen here every day, and they are no longer strange.

A dark cave on the mountainside is very scary. A rotten corpse, the flesh on the face has been eaten away, and centipedes are going in and out of the eyes, nose, and mouth. It is so scary to see.

A few steps away, there is another rotten corpse lying next to the cave entrance, but this corpse has a few more bright red spiders on it.

There are at least a dozen such corpses, extending from the cave entrance to the inside of the cave.

The cave is pitch black, without even a trace of light. Suddenly, two bright red eyes appear in the dark cave in an instant. It is an old man wearing animal skins, sitting quietly on the ground like a tortoise shell.

The red in the old man's eyes slowly disappeared, and then with a wave of his hand, a few green lights instantly appeared on the torches around him.

The cave was instantly illuminated, but the green light made the old man's face look so gloomy and terrifying.

The old man was as emaciated as a tree, with no trace of flesh and blood on his body, as if only a layer of dry skin wrapped around his bones. The old man's deep eyes

He looked into the distance and murmured, "Why is it not enough? When will you wake up, old ancestor?"

But at this moment, the tortoise-shell ground under the old man shook. The old man's shriveled palm gently stroked the tortoise-shell ground, and then looked at the cave entrance in the distance with cold eyes: "Are the people from Daxia coming?"

In the military command center, Ye Mo sat on a chair, tapping the table lightly with his fingers, and then looked at Min Anglai, Su Qidu and others in front of him, and finally said softly: "Is it interesting to be the king of your Myanmar?"

"Master, our Myanmar is originally a vassal state of Daxia, but it is controlled by the evil cult of the Old Witch Cult, and we have no ability to resist. In fact, the people of Myanmar have long been complaining. We yearn for peace and life, not living in fear every day." Min Anglai said this, and couldn't help but hugged his little daughter in his arms tighter.

Even Su Qidu, who was standing by, begged, "Master, we don't want to live like animals in captivity anymore? No hope, no faith?"

At this time, Guluo actually knelt on one knee and said excitedly, "Master, we are a nation that worships the strong. We are not afraid of being ruled or led, but we want human life, and we also want our children to live under the sun."

Guluo began to cry, because he knew that Ye Mo was the only one who could lead them out of the abyss and look up to the dawn.

Then came Nujia, Su Qidu, Min Anglai, and then several other generals, and even Min Anglai's little daughter knelt down.

Ye Mo looked at everyone, nodded calmly, and said, "I helped you destroy the Old Witch Cult, what can you give me?"

Several generals looked at each other, and finally said in unison: "Loyalty, we are always loyal to the master."

"Okay, but you have to remember what you said today." Then Ye Mo stood up and walked in front of everyone. A green light flashed from his fingers and fell directly on the eyebrows of several people. After a while, several people vomited.

Then the strange poisonous insects were vomited out by several people.

"Thank you, master, for removing the poison." For a moment, several people were refreshed and felt extremely relaxed. Ye Mo slowly said, "When I come back from the Old Witch Cult, I hope you will give me a surprise."

Then Ye Mo's figure disappeared like a gust of wind.