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The white-haired and yellow-skinned man seemed to see the thoughts of the three of them. They squeaked under a red pine a few meters away. Wushuang approached and shone with a flashlight. A strange bird-shaped totem was carved on the trunk of the old red pine tree with a lifespan of hundreds of years. This place was close to the Dobukur River. After summer, the climate was humid, and many fungi plants were parasitic on the pine and cypresses, but the totem carved on the trunk of this old tree was clean, and it should have been left for a few days.

"This is a mark left by my grandfather." Ma Ya ran over excitedly.

"Yes, this is a Haidong Qing totem, a unique secret code for the thief. I remember my grandfather once said that there are nineteen totem secret codes in the thief, each of which contains a different meaning. This..." When I was using the book, Fanghenxiao, and Wushuang regretted that he had not written all the secret techniques of the thief teachings one by one, and could not remember what the strange thief totem meant.

However, one thing is certain. Old Master Ma Sihai once passed by here and left a secret code. How many descendants of the old thief are there these days? Isn’t this totem just for them to show? The three of them continued to march towards Zhanlongling on the muddy mountain road.

The three reckless young men didn't know that the ancient totem code of the thief's sect contained the meaning of warning the sect to not approach the danger ahead!

The turbulent Dobkur River blocked the three of them's way. The ridge was filled with pine trees that could not be surrounded by three people, and some were bitten by insects and ants and fell to the ground. They found a few old trees like this, tied together with vines to form a simple raft to cross the water. The Dobkur River was extremely clear, and the Hanoi was full of big fish about one foot long. The three of them walked for half a night and were thirsty. They drank a few sips of water, but did not forget to fill it with military water kettle.

"Damn, you white-haired beast are quite good at enjoying it? I'm paddling hard here, and you're sitting there like you're fine?" Lu Haotian glared at the yellow girl sitting on the raft and cursed.

The white-haired and yellow-skinned half-squatted with her back to the three of them, and her pointed head was inserted into the water for a long time but she didn't pull it out, as if she couldn't drink enough.

Wushuang saw that this little guy was acting strangely and asked Ma Ya what he was doing.

Ma Ya has been following her grandfather in the mountains for many years and knows the habits of these animals. She leans her head in the moonlight and sees the little head with the tip of the yellow skin inserted into the water. The water is shining. The little guy is half open, and a scarlet liquid is spitting out from his mouth and flowing into the water.

"It...it is vomiting blood into the water? What does this mean?" Wushuang said suspiciously.

"Brother, it's broken, there's something under the water!" Ma Ya picked up the fire tube and said in surprise.

Lu Haotian shouted, "Ah? There is something under the water. This guy vomits blood into the water? Isn't this a big fish under the water?"

"You don't understand. There are odor glands in the yellow skin's body. The blood it vomits into the water now must be extremely fishy. Ordinary animals will retreat after smelling it. It is saving us." Ma Ya said.

A buzzing la la... The water splashed about one meter high, making the three of them wet. I guess the guy under the water was quite big.

"My mom, the stench of yellow skin is not useful? It's over, and now the big fish will be swallowed into the stomach."

The guy under the water is too big. It is not that the yellow-skinned man has evil intentions. It is now on the same boat with the three of them. Once the boat capsizes, it will be buried in the belly of the fish. It is just that its trick is effective against wild beasts or hunters in the mountains, but the big guys in the water like to eat rotten things by nature.

With a bang, the big guy pushed to the head of the raft. The simple raft was not big, and if one side was unstable, the entire raft lost its balance and became all raised.

"Everyone is holding on!" Wushuang shouted, clamping the white-haired and yellow-skinned body with one hand, and holding the side end of the raft with the other hand.

"Girl! Shoot! Shoot!"

Although Ma Ya is a daughter, she is also a descendant of the Hu bandit. How could Ma Sihai's granddaughter not use a gun? But she kept pulling the trigger, and the copper fire did not move at all. The old-fashioned fire tube contained gunpowder, not sealed. The raft swayed and got damp. How could it be fired?

Wushuang pretended to be calm and shouted: "Everyone has grasped it carefully, is it a blessing or a disaster or a disaster that cannot escape..."

Before Wushuang finished speaking, the small raft was suddenly pushed up by the huge underwater object. The three of them looked as they looked higher and higher from the water surface. When they leaned over, they looked, my god! The one that held the raft was actually a small hill underwater. The hill was dozens of meters in an oval shape, with a layer of aquatic plants and moss growing on the surface. In an instant, the hill underwater pushed up the raft four or five meters high, as if the hill was a living creature.

"Old Tie, what's the point of doing this?" Lu Haotian asked, rubbing the water that fell on his face.

"It seems like a giant tortoise! ​​Strange, don't the old turtles in the river eat meat?"

The old turtle in the river turned its head and opened its huge mouth. Its big mouth was like a big water tank. If it bites the living person, it could swallow it in one bite. The old turtle's mouth was extremely fishy and smelly. I don't know how many dead fish and shrimps I ate in the Dobkur River. The two eyes, like lanterns, flashed with orchid lights, staring at the prey on its back and forth, revealing the light of greed.

"Damn! This turtle is so scary, right?" Lu Haotian shouted.

Ma Ya said: "Brother Mouse, this is not a turtle, but an old man in the river!"

The turtle belongs to the species of turtle, often lives in the shallow sand of the rivers in the south, and is a veritable underwater carnivore. It is a veritable underwater carnivore. It is not as cruel as the tigers and wolves on land. As the saying goes, a thousand-year-old turtle, the lifespan of this turtle exceeds its two close relatives. The big guy in front of him didn't know how many centuries it had survived in the Dobkur River before he became such a giant.

In the blink of an eye, the big smelly mouth was approaching. Although this big guy was a beast, it might have been because of Ma Ya's fine skin and tender flesh. He stretched his neck and walked around Wushuang and bit Ma Ya.

Wushuang is worthy of being a descendant of the thief. He is also a master of art and courage. Seeing Ma Ya hold the raft fireboy tightly with both hands and gets hit by the tide, he grits his teeth and throws the white-haired and yellow leather clamped under the creaking nest to Lu Haotian, then pulls out a dagger from under the belt, and takes a quick look. He jumps down and just wraps his arm around the big guy's neck.

The giant turtle's neck was tightly slammed and couldn't breathe. He subconsciously shook his force to throw Wushuang down.

"Brother! Be careful!"
Chapter completed!