However, the old man had one thing. No matter how he took them around the mountains, he would never take them into the deserted grave and try to stay away from the sleeping ghosts underground.

"We can't follow you anymore. This person is so weird. Caidie, do you still remember the way back?" Wushuang asked.

"My master, I think this person is going to lead us somewhere on purpose?"

There happened to be a small tree beside them. In winter, the leaves had withered and left only withered branches. The old man holding the lantern passed by here just now. The small branch was too long and hung on the old man's body. A piece of his clothes was left on the branches.

Wushuang picked it up and saw it. It was a dark red cloth. He leaned close to his nose and smelled it. There was also the fragrance of the temple. The old monks in the temple kept sitting in meditation in cassocks all year round. The incense in the incense burner in the temple never broke, so this was the unique smell on them. In the middle of the night, who would have to run to the ghost place of Erlong Mountain if the monks in the temple did not sleep?

"It seems to be Master Puci!" Wushuang said.

"No way? Don't scare me, Master Puci and others said they had died long ago?"

"I don't know, this is my feeling. I didn't realize that there was evil spirit from him last time when I saw him. It was no different from a living person. Maybe he was guiding us to find the place where Boss Hui was hiding." Wushuang said hesitantly.

On the mountain road, the staggering old man disappeared. About two miles away, a lantern was left in the darkness and shining in the dim light.

Wushuang felt that the Erlong Mountain was considered a place for the thief. There were 8,000 brothers of the thief buried underground. Even if there was any danger, they would bless themselves if they knew about it in the spring, so they plucked up the courage to chase the grave on the top of the mountain with the colorful butterflies.

There are lonely trees on the top of the mountain, and there is no tree growing. The wind is everywhere, which blows away all the snow in the winter. If you are not careful, you will trip up to a hard tombstone. He brushes away the dust on the tombstone. Years have been too long, and time has eroded the handwriting on the tombstone. The handwriting on the tombstone is already blurred. It is impossible to tell who the sleeping brother is named.

Erlong Mountain is just a forgotten mountain in Chengde. Even people who climb high on weekdays come here. Everyone knows that this is evil, so for decades, almost no one comes to visit these underground dead souls except their families. Even if they come from their families, they are just going through the motions, sweeping the lonely grave on the mountainside and scattering some paper money.

"Ah!" Wushuang couldn't help but burst into tears when she thought of this.

"They should not be forgotten! Like those martyrs, they are all heroes of Chengde people!" said Lan Caidie.

"Since ancient times, officials and bandits have not been connected with each other. Let alone them, how many Chengde people can remember the tragic battle that has not been recorded in history? The Martyrs' Cemetery will never be able to steal the sect. Although they are doing things to defend their country, their identities are not recognized, so what's the point of leaving their names?"

Wushuang stood in the cold wind and lowered her head silently, using this method to commemorate the brothers who had accompanied his great-grandfather Wu Gongyao through life and death, and silently prayed for them in his heart.

"Colorful Butterfly."

"Um?"

"This time you go back to Jiangnan, please move the corpses of the two Red Juanmen seniors back. Although Jiangnan is their hometown, I think they hope to be recognized by the thief. After all, my great-grandma drove the Red Juanmen out of the thief and let them return to their hometown. The Northeast is their home to sleep forever!" Wushuang was moved.

"Really? It's great! My mother will be happy if she knows it. You know? Even when they are dying, they are still looking at the Northeast. They are always thinking about the thief in their hearts. It was Yao Gong who gave them the women in the world a place of peace. They have long regarded Changsheng Mountain as their home."

Caidie said with tears in her eyes that when she was just adopted by Lan Xiufang from the orphanage, she asked, "Mom, outsiders call us actors, what are actors?" Why do people look down on us actors?"

Lan Xiufang smiled and told her, silly kid, we are not actors, we are different from the Orchid Sect, remember! If someone asks about your origin in the future, he will proudly tell him that we are descendants of the Northeast Stealing Sect! We are descendants of Wu Gongyao, the great hero in troubled times!

Sister Lan and Xiufang both dreamed of returning to the thief. Today, the trusted thief leader finally acquiesced. Although the two ancestors had already traveled to the immortal world, this was also a great comfort to their souls.

"But... I won't let my grandmother and mother be buried here, right?"

"Silly girl! I asked you to send their corpses back to Changchun! When my grandfather left last few months, I had already bought a large cemetery. In addition to my grandfather, I also prepared a place for my great-grandfather, as well as... the second grandfather, the third grandfather, and of course, your Red Scribble Gate, and... the location in the future!"

"My master, why are you talking about this suddenly? You are so discouraged. How old are you? Are you a little precocious? You have prepared a cemetery for yourself?"

Wushuang smiled and said, "People will die one day, but fallen leaves will return to their roots. What an honor is it to be buried with their ancestors?"

"Amitabha, it is rare for Wushuang to have such an understanding!" At this time, Master Puci's voice suddenly came from the wilderness.

Wushuang turned around and looked for the sound, and saw that the old monk was standing behind them at some point.

"Oh, I'll go...Master...You...Isn't there any movement in your aisle?" Wushuang was almost scared to sit down, and suddenly someone came out behind him, and anyone else would react like this.

"Haha...but the two donors are not here, so I didn't find me! Why are you here if you don't sleep well at home at night?" Master Puci still looked kind and couldn't tell that he was a deceased person.

"We... Master, didn't you lead us here?" Wushuang asked in surprise.

"My friend? Amitabha, I have been following you all the time. When will I lead you in the way?"

"What? Master, don't joke, but I saw you walking in front of you with a lantern?" Wushuang said in surprise.

"Haha... it's him here! It must be him! This bull-nosed old Taoist has been betting on me for a lifetime! He wins every time, he is the one who wins, hey!"

"The old Taoist Niu Nose? Are you saying that person is the Yin-Yang Xuandao, the founder of our thief?"

"It's not to be said, it's not to be said! It's useless to you and me to tell the secrets of heaven."

Wushuang asked him again: "According to what the master saw, should I chase the boss of Gray?"

"It shouldn't!"

“Why?”

"You will die here!"
Chapter completed!