"Second grandpa, how did the burning air in this guy's belly come from?" Wushuang asked.

"Legends say it stole the fire of the Kitchen God, and the true fire of Samadhi fused with its blood, generation after generation, so it could only hide in the cold underground to maintain body temperature. Otherwise, its blood would have dried up and died. Of course, this is just a legend, and no one has really caught it."

"Grandpa, do you think Xiaobai is its opponent? Why does Xiaobai only defend but not attack? This doesn't look like Xiaobai's temper." Ma Ya was watching it as a fun thing.

"Haha... let alone this little white-haired beast, even if you participate in the Thousand-year-old Laoshan, you will not be the opponent of the Kitchen King Beast. It has exceeded the scope of animals, and at most they are spiritual beasts or spiritual objects." Ma Sihai likes this turtle very much and can hardly find an adjective to describe it.

"Do you want to say it is a divine beast?" Wushuang added.

"What a treasure of heaven and earth! It's a good thing! But I didn't make any preparations for this time. I was afraid that I could let it go and I couldn't catch it!" Ma Sihai was so anxious that he slapped his hands. How many honors does the treasure have in his life depends on what treasure he has collected in his life. If anyone can have a treasure, it can be said to have won glory for the ancestor. If he can catch the head of the treasure with his own hands, it will be smoke from the ancestor's grave.

Seeing that the white-haired and yellow skin was retreating step by step, the smooth fluff on his body was burned and charred by the burning waves. If it were steely with the Kitchen King beast, it would probably be braised.

"Second grandpa, you can't accept it anymore. Why don't you remember this place and have a chance next time? It seems that our little brother is defeated this time, let's go?"

"Hmph... Do you run away when you encounter this thing? Come on, come here." Ma Sihai called everyone to his side, took out a small bottle from his body, opened the cap, and a smelly temperature came out of the bottle. He didn't need to sprinkle it on everyone, just wrap the mouth of the small bottle around everyone and it would be effective.

He said that no matter how powerful this Kitchen King beast is, it is not as good as a spirit beast. Its IQ is not comparable to that of a white-haired yellow fairy. If we have the smell of corpse powder on our body, it will think that we are dead things and will not chase after us. Let’s follow along and see where it hides.

"Xiaobai, you can't run away if you can't beat him. Are you stupid? Don't learn from Lu Haotian." Wushuang called it back while the little guy still had the energy.

"Damn, why am I still being shot in the gun? What's the matter with me?" Lu Haotian scratched his head and felt a little unhappy.

The white-haired and yellow skin had not seen each other for several days. They followed his smell all the way through the vast forests of the Great Xing'an Mountains. When they saw Wushuang again, they were very friendly. They also forgot that their whole body was burned by the Kitchen King Beast just now, jumped on Wushuang's shoulders and twisted his head and tail.

"Xiaobai, you're going to be so stinky. Should you take a shower?" Wushuang held its tail backwards and threw it to Ma Ya in disgust.

The white-haired and yellow-skinned body was also stained with corpse powder. The Kitchen King beast sniffed left and right, as if the few living people in front of him were in the air, and then slowly turned around and walked towards the depths of the forest, with everyone following behind.

The more I walked into the forest, the colder it became. The bone debris mentioned by the Mongolian villagers began to appear in the forest. But now nearly half a century has passed since the period he recalled. The world is vast and the sky is vast. Nature is constantly digesting food residues, almost corroding the bones buried in the soil into a part of itself. If Ma Sihai hadn't smelled the smell of bones and dug out a few skulls, they would have thought they had found the wrong place.

The soil under the feet is covered with milky white powdery soil, which means that these substances on the surface of the earth are almost all a layer of substance left by the corpse many years later.

"What treasures can be found in such a place? Isn't it just an ancient battlefield? It's just a bit of rags. What do you think Wushuang's great-grandma is looking for?" Lu Haotian asked.

"Haha... mouse, don't say you can't guess it thoroughly. Even my master couldn't understand the thoughts of Miss Seven back then. The master's wife was very strange in nature." Ma Sihai said.

Everyone kept a safe distance from the Kitchen King beast because the scorching air in this guy's mouth was too hot, and maybe when he would turn around and spray it, it would be over.

Walking further forward, you will enter the valley of the snow-capped mountains. The towering snow-capped mountains block the middle of the mountains, like a natural barrier, swallowing the border between China and Russia at its feet. The entrance to the valley is a huge rock the size of a locomotive, with a regular entrance hollowed out in the middle. If you look from a distance, it is more like a big mouth, and all intruders will be swallowed by it.

The figure of the turtle crawled into it and disappeared. Everyone followed the mountain pass but did not dare to walk forward rashly. According to the oral narration of the Mongolian fellow villagers, it was after they entered here that heavy snow had blocked the mountain, causing all educated youth to be trapped in the valley.

"Is this the mouth of a toad?" Wushuang asked.

"What toad mouth? Did you teach this adjective like me as a Chinese teacher?" Lu Haotian seized the opportunity and did not forget to bury the unparalleled sentence.

Lan Caidie grabbed his big ear and scolded: "Brother Mouse, if you don't understand, don't interfere with others. Listen to Brother Shuang and Grandpa Sihai, they are talking about this Feng Shui term, which means that the terrain of the mountain pass is narrow, with only one flaring, and a narrow road in the middle goes straight into the snow-capped mountain, just like the long tongue in the toad's mouth. Once the toad closes its mouth or cuts its tongue, even if the gods descend to earth, they won't even think about entering the mountain."

Ma Sihai nodded with satisfaction: "The son is teachable, and the Red Sulwon Gate is well-known. It seems that Lan Sanjie also had some research on Feng Shui back then. The Caidie Girl said it right. The toad mouth is a very bad place in Feng Shui. This entrance must not be free from living people, as if it is a big mouth that eats people, which is unlucky."

Lu Haotian said: "Didn't the Mongolian fellow villagers bring a group of educated youth from here to avoid the attack on Haidongqing? What can't be left?"

"Shan Cannon, there are so many of them, how many of them will come out alive in the end? What is the big mouth that is not a human-eating person? It's right to hear from my second grandpa."

The vast snowy mountain is endless and endless, and even Ma Sihai cannot estimate whether you can find other entrances when walking along the snowy mountain. If Mo Xiaoqi had been here, he would definitely not have chosen to enter here. She also believed in Feng Shui and would never be in trouble. So there must be more than one entrance, but finding it is like finding a needle in a haystack, which is not easy!

Everyone also walked for a while, and gradually began to get tired, especially Lu Haotian, who was too big and consumed a lot of calories, and his unscrupulous stomach began to roar. Helplessly, everyone had to camp on the spot, raise the fire and eat some dry food.
Chapter completed!