Heiyuan remained silent, and Gatekeeper No. 8 was still immersed in great sorrow. Heiyuan believed that there must have been similar incidents before the great catastrophe that occurred in the secret realm of the clan tomb 25 years ago, but it was due to many indescribable factors.

The secrecy or conspiracy was suppressed by each family.

The more this happened, the more serious Heiyuan felt the whole thing was.

With Jiujian's status in the world, he still has to hide and plan for the long term. You can imagine how powerful the enemy is.

"Uncle Huang, don't worry too much, everything will fall into place."

Huang Ruijun laughed at himself and sighed.

"The truth has come to light? Is there really still a chance? Twenty-five years have passed, and there is still no sign of your father's treason being overturned. My...hehehe."

Although Heihuai rebelled against the clan, he was secretly supported by powerful backers such as Heijiu and the Shui family. Moreover, he had such an outstanding son. Huang Ruijun had no successor, and even the family line was dragged down by him.

After coming down from the altar, his high position as head of the family was taken away by his rival Zhao Zhonghuan.

"Uncle Huang, do you believe me?" He said these words loudly and confidently.

The middle-aged man stared at the young man for a long time. Seeing his blazing eyes in the firelight, his heart trembled.

"Has something big happened in the Ninth Prison recently? You, Uncle Huang, and I have been in the torture hall for too long, and we don't know anything about the outside news."

Heiyuan took out a small porcelain bottle from his backpack and handed it to Huang Ruijun. It contained another panacea, Rongling Pill. As the name suggests, this small pill is used to temporarily replenish the scarce spiritual energy.

The pills are yellowish brown in color and about the size of a thumb. There is only one pill in a porcelain bottle, and they are fragrant.

After getting the pill, Huang Ruijun threw it into his mouth without thinking.

Suddenly, his mouth was filled with a refreshing fragrance, which came out from his nose and overflowed from the corners of his mouth. The depleted spiritual energy in Huang Ruijun's body suddenly increased slightly.

"This... this..." When Huang Ruijun was young, he was a descendant of the main lineage of the three Cheng families under the Nine Prisons. He also saw good things, but the pills he had taken to replenish spiritual energy were far less than this.

medicine.

He thought that during the 25 years since he was imprisoned in the torture hall, someone from the Hei Clan Medicine Hall had developed such a good thing.

Meditate excitedly and quickly digest the medicine.

About 30 minutes later, he woke up from meditation, and one-third of the depleted spiritual energy in his Dantian was restored.

Simply a miracle.

"Xiao Yuan, this medicine is very...precious..." Guard No. 8's tone trembled. With his current strength, he simply couldn't repay such a good thing.

Huang Ruijun's reaction also surprised Heiyuan. He still had 2 Rongling Pills in his backpack. These things did not come from the Hei clan medicine hall, but from the hands of the second senior sister Shui Danzhi.

Before leaving, the medical bag that Second Senior Sister Shui Danzhi stuffed into Heiyuan's arms contained three bottles of Rongling Pills. He did not expect that the potency of these pills would be so overbearing.

...When did Second Senior Sister’s pharmaceutical skills become so strong?...

This is a good thing, as the strength of the spy-hunting team will be raised to another level.

"As long as it's useful." Heiyuan smiled lightly and said indifferently.

"It's useful, it's useful, it's so useful." Huang Ruijun's smile became warmer and his complexion became rosier. He must have passed the dangerous period.

Seeing Huang Ruijun's mental recovery, Heiyuan briefly talked about several recent major events of the Hei clan.

"Nine exams for the Hui people?" Upon hearing this, Huang Ruijun felt both surprised and in line with common sense.

"Sure enough, it is in line with the Black Clan's consistent style."

"Then you came to Guijian just to complete the assessment task?"

Heiyuan nodded.

"No wonder you chose this time to come down. It turned out to be your clan leader's instructions."

Speaking of this, the two uncles and nephews looked at the violent ghost vines in the barrier.

"It's strange to say that in the past, when the ghost spirit vine reached the growth stage, although there were times when it became violent, it was much different than this time. I don't know why?"

Heiyuan has also been confused about this issue. Unlike Huang Ruijun, he probably has some guesses in his mind.

He told Uncle Huang about the hot stone slab he had discovered before, and the other party said: "It's normal. When the ghost vine goes crazy, its body will continuously produce energy, and the stone slab above its head will be burned."

"Uncle Huang, what are you going to do next?"

This question caused Guard No. 8 to fall into silence for a long time.

"My sentence is coming soon," Huang Ruijun said. "Originally, I only had to hold on for one more month, and I could redeem enough of my sentence and regain my freedom. But now..."

"It's definitely not possible to leave. You should know that our guards are tattooed with a barrier to maintain the formation. Once we stay away from this place, the barrier will dissipate and the ghost vines will come out to rebel."

"I will continue to stay and maintain the formation."

"But if the violent state of the ghost spirit vine is not solved, how can you maintain the barrier, Uncle Huang? I learned from other guards that there is no communication method between each guard in the ghost stream, and no one will solve the problem.

Uncle Huang, how long can you last with the spiritual energy in your body?"

Huang Ruijun didn't know the current situation. If Heiyuan hadn't arrived in time, he would have died due to the depletion of spiritual energy.

"It's not like Guijian has always been without communication methods. It is said that it was possible to deliver messages a long time ago, but it was later cancelled."

"Does Uncle Huang know the reason?"

Huang Ruijun has only been guarding this level and doesn't know much about other guarding situations. But he has some assumptions.

"Because of them." He nuzzled towards the barrier.

"It is indeed a breeding farm."

"Did you see it too?"

Heiyuan nodded.

The devil's vine roots were burning brightly in the fire, which was the last stock in the camp. From time to time, a ghostly face appeared in the flames, tearing and rising.

"I saw it on the first day I came here as a guard. The Black Clan was cultivating ghost vines under the ghost stream."

"There are many secrets in this ghost spirit vine. It is said that there was a serious leak of secrets in the past, and the Black Clan cut off the communication between the gatekeepers."

"What's the use of raising this thing?" Heiyuan hasn't seen the medicinal value of this plant yet. But the Hei people have put so much effort into growing them here, so it won't be without purpose.

Huang Ruijun patted the young man's shoulder and said with a gentle smile as an elder: "Although I don't know the way inside, I know that the more ghost vines are planted as you continue to go downstairs."

Then, the middle-aged man whispered in the young man's ear: "In addition to you little guys who come to practice, there are many disciples of the Medicine Hall who go on duty every year, and they stay there for a year."

This news was very important, and Heiyuan's eyes lit up.

Since the clan leader wanted him to come to Gui Jian to practice at this time, he must have a secret to tell him, and I am afraid that the secret of Ghost Spirit Vine is among them.

"Uncle Huang, why don't you come with me."

Huang Ruijun opened his eyes wide, a little surprised, and even more moved.

"No, no, no, Xiaoyuan, I accept your wishes, but I really can't leave. Seeing that my sentence is coming, I will persist until the end."

"But Uncle Huang, you were wronged." Heiyuan said anxiously.

The middle-aged man looked slightly bitter: "Compared with the interests of the big family, my injustice is nothing."

There is sadness in the air.

The young man couldn't help but think of his father. His death was a disguised sacrifice, for the overall honor and survival of the big family.

"Haha, you don't need to be like this. I have figured out a lot of things over the years in the execution hall. I have only been restricted in my freedom, but my cultivation has not stopped." Huang Ruijun laughed.

Tears overflowed from his eyes, and Heiyuan knew clearly that Uncle Huang was comforting him.

"Then I'll help you solve the problem of the violent ghost vine before leaving."

How could Huang Ruijun believe that the young man in front of him could solve the problem of Ghost Vine? He waved his hands repeatedly.

But Heiyuan just smiled lightly, stood up confidently, looked in the direction of the barrier and said, "Uncle Huang, if I help you solve the problem with the ghost vine, you have to promise me something."

The middle-aged people just want to make the juniors happy and agree immediately without thinking.

"Okay, okay, I promise you, just say it. As long as it's within your ability, Uncle Huang, I will definitely do it."

Heiyuan said solemnly: "When Uncle Huang's sentence is over, come to Tingyuxuan to find me, and together we will find the truth about the catastrophe in the secret realm of the clan tomb."

Ting Yuxuan, three very familiar words, made Huang Ruijun feel like he was in another world. That place used to belong to Heihuai, but now his son lives in it.

"Okay, I agree." Huang Ruijun felt very complicated and emotional. He didn't believe that young people and him alone could find out the truth of the past. But as an elder and the main line of the declining Cheng family, Huang Ruijun probably wouldn't have anywhere to go after he was released from prison.

go.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with him being attached to a junior, so he accepted it happily.

I saw the young man walking towards the barrier and said with great determination: "Uncle Huang, please remove the barrier!"

This is the second time he said this today. The first time he said it, Huang Ruijun thought he was joking. At the beginning of the second time, Huang Ruijun thought it was a joke, but as he watched it, he suddenly had some kind of epiphany.

.

"good."

I don't know whether it was the young man's strong self-confidence, or whether he had the consciousness to risk his life and survive. Huang Ruijun did not resist this time and recited the mantra in his mouth.

The barrier dissipates and shrinks at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Within the formation, the rattan tentacles that were flying wildly a moment ago suddenly stopped.
To be continued...