He is a natural explorer. Similarly, the thief has been passed down to his generation and has to unravel the secrets under the cracks in the Xing'an Mountains. The moment is not the best opportunity, and what he is most concerned about is Ma Sihai. I don't know if the old man can survive this night and whether Lao Shanzin has fulfilled his promise.

"You are the messenger of Cotai, your words are God's command, and Arhan listens to you."

Wushuang patted the white deer king's quilt and said, "Bater, what about this matter? That's it. You must not use your brains. In this extremely cold spring, I'll take some time to bring equipment in a few days. Can we check it out?"

"It depends on the big cabinet." Bartel bowed his hand and held his fists.

"Brother Bartel, stop calling my brother a big cabinet, it looks like a robber. Brothers now call my brother the master. You should also call him that too, be kind." Ma Ya said.

Although everyone did not die under the tree hole, they had a great fight with the big monkey and the female corpse king just now, and were exhausted. They helped each other and climbed out of the tree hole for more than half an hour and finally climbed back to the ground. Wushuang asked Alhan to fill the tree hole with nearby weeds to prevent outsiders from entering and killing their lives. Then he told Alhan that if they had any needs in the future, they could go to Heilongtun to find Ma Ya, and those who could help would definitely help. In addition, if there were any difficulties, they could go to Hulunbuir to find Bater, and he dared not not help.

"Yes, yes, we are not acquainted with each other. We Mongolian men are all hospitable. Don't worry, brothers Alhan, I have said that. Even if you like my wife, I have to give it to you." The Mongolians have a generous personality and are rough in their words.

"My master, what I said a while ago about the Russian snow-capped wolf crossing the border to harass the Mongolian herders is not fake! Look..."

Wushuang sighed heavily. He really didn't expect that this trip to Daxinganling would come one thing after another. I'm afraid that he would not be able to go back to Changchun within ten days or half a month.

"You go back to Dular to wait for my news first. I will go back to Heilongtun and see my second grandfather Ma Sihai. If he has nothing to do, I would like to ask him for an idea. The old friend of Bao said, which is better than our hundreds of muskets." Wushuang said.

Everyone returned to Ewenke Village. The people from several groups asked for songs, but they did not suffer much loss, and they all did as they wished. However, Xiang Mazi's brothers suffered a lot of losses. Of course, Wushuang helped them to clean up the Donghu female corpse king, which was considered to be indirect revenge for them.

It was already past three o'clock the next afternoon in the blink of an eye. If I didn't move, I would probably have to go back to Heilongtun tomorrow. Wushuang and Ma Ya hurried back on Bater's fast horse.

There was no normal sunrise over Heilongtun this morning. Dark clouds blocked the dawn. Thunders streaked across the sky, hitting the old trees on Heilong Mountain with wildfires. Several villagers were extinguishing the fire. If a wildfire broke out in Xing'an Mountain, it would be a big deal. With a small wind blowing, the entire Xing'an Mountains instantly fell into the sea of ​​fire. Once the fire broke out, even the firefighters would not be able to extinguish it within a few days. The consequences would be unimaginable.

"Mr. Third uncle, please be careful. Don't go up. Go up further and then you will be the Black Dragon Temple." Wushuang and Ma Ya happened to pass by, and did not forget to instruct the villagers to be careful.

Crack, another thunder struck down. If Bartel's horse had not been alert to avoid it, he would have been afraid that two corpses would be left behind in the weed pile.

"I'll go... God, see clearly. Be careful of getting out of trouble. This is not a joke." Wushuang grinned and was afraid.

"God is not blind. There is something in Xing'an Mountains to overcome the tribulation today." Ma Ya said.

She jumped off the horse and opened the charred pile of weeds to search. She saw a black scorpion that was more than one foot long in the weeds. Of course, it was also possible that it was not black itself, but was struck by lightning to form a burnt color. The big scorpion had been struck to death, and the smell of burnt on its body was causing the white-haired and yellow-skinned saliva to rush over and stuffed it into its mouth.

"Damn, so big? I'm really going to become a spirit. I said, Xiaobai, you should eat it gently. You see, if you want to become an immortal, you have to survive the heavenly tribulation. Be careful that you will be chopped next time!" Wushuang lifted it up with its big tail.

"No, it's not it. Although this Scorpion King is big, he is not yet able to become a spirit." Ma Ya said.

"Go away! I know what it is!" Wushuang pushed Ma Ya onto the horse's back, and the two ran towards Heilongtun at the foot of the mountain.

Heilongtun, before the dark clouds in the sky swept across the sky, a special guest came to the village. Wherever the white-bearded old man passed, there would be a strange fragrance. The patients in the village, as long as they smelled the major illness and minor disasters disappeared, they would recover from their previous health the next morning.

Although its effects are unique, it cannot cure the strange diseases of Ma Sihai. At most, it can make the weak elderly feel more comfortable and reduce the melancholy of the illness.

"Why are you here again?" In the early morning, Ma Sihai suddenly woke up from his sleep and said to himself. Lu Haotian was snoring at the end of the kang, almost overshadowing Ma Sihai's voice.

The door creaked open, and a dusty old man with white beard walked in outside the door.

"Who? Who? Damn it, did you break into a private house?" Lu Haotian got up from the kang and cursed.

"Mouse, go and make tea." Ma Sihai ordered.

Seeing that it was the old man who was the white-bearded yesterday, Lu Haotian didn't take it too seriously, so he said sorry to the old man. Then he wiped the corner of his mouth and stretched his waist and walked out of the east room.

"Have my master been looking for you?" Ma Sihai asked him.

"Yes, why don't you think I'm free to come to you early in the morning? I'm so old, you're really destined to meet a wise king. This kid is not simple. Not only is he lucky and has a surprisingly boldness, but he has a bit of the meaning of your sect Wu Gongyao in the past." The old man with white beard was not polite and went directly to the kang.

"It seems that I have encountered a mountain ghost. Have you sent them away? The mountain ghost didn't hurt them, right?" Even though the oil was exhausted, Ma Sihai was still thinking about Wushuang's safety.

"Don't worry, the mountain ghost hurt them? His sword almost killed the mountain ghost! This child is too brave. Not to mention him, even I dare not offend the mountain ghost! He told me to save you and have a gentleman agreement with me. Ma Sihai, I can't refuse this time." Lao Shanzin helped the weak Ma Sihai up.
Chapter completed!