In the cold underworld, the clan leader Wu Yan sat on the bench with a sad face. There were five old men standing below, all of whom were elders, ranging from sixty to eighty years old. But compared with Wu Yan, who was hundreds of years old, they were all young boys and very young.
"I received news about Yu Yan yesterday, but I only received half of it and it ended abruptly. It seemed that something had happened. The three of them had broken off from contact." Yu Yan said.
One of the elders answered the words: "Class leader, Ohom is not bad. If you go to the living room, what else can happen? That guy should be more than enough to catch Ohom Yan, right?"
Wu Yan didn't say anything, but still frowning. What he was worried about was not the person, but the seal of the King of Hell. He had been restless these days, and the people sent were lost again. How could he not worry?
What makes me most troublesome is that the things under the underworld have begun to get restless recently, and the noise is getting louder and louder, so I don’t know what’s wrong.
He has been here for three hundred years and has never had such a situation. He is extremely uneasy inside, as if he has a premonition that something will happen.
"No, you can ignore the situation of Wu Yan. You must take the seal of Hell back. You all go out to find me and see what happened in Wu Yang?" Wu Yan ordered.
The five elders looked at each other, feeling that they had made a big fuss, but no one could disobey the commander's order, so they had to nod and agree.
"Go and go quickly and report the situation every day. Do you understand? If you can't find this kid, I won't be able to find him back. I will expel him from the clan and never come back!" Wu Yi said again.
"Yes, patriarch!" The five elders nodded, then disappeared with a whistle. They cleaned up briefly, and the five of them rushed to the world together. With their strength, they naturally did not fear anyone in the world, and they swaggered out, much higher-profile than the Holmes. They also had this strength. The five elders of the Holmes are considered the peak combat power under the Yellow Spring!
Wu Yan sighed, looked at his palm lines, and knew that he had not had much time left.
Compared to ordinary people, his lifeline is longer than anyone else, but it is almost over. Although the lifeline of the palm lines is longer, it does not mean that he can feel that he is about to die.
There are two things that make Wu Yi worry. The first is to look at the entire clan, and no one can take on the position of patriarch.
Although the fifth elder is not weak, he is not suitable to be a leader. The younger generation has no outstanding talents. What should he do if he dies?
The second one is the Seal of the King of Hell. This is the most important thing of the tribe.
Wu Yan lived three hundred years old. From the day he became the patriarch, no one dared to enter his room casually, including the elder. The patriarch's majesty was not a joke. So he became careless.
But unexpectedly, this boy, Wu Yan, was not afraid of death, sneaked into his room and stole the seal of the King of Hell.
Once the seal of the King of Hell was thrown away, it would be out of control. There were so many things sealed under it, even Wuying himself couldn't explain clearly, because the seal had been around for thousands or even tens of thousands of years! And he only lived for only three hundred years.
But he knew that once those things came out, the consequences would be extremely terrible, and the world of the world would be in chaos, and the seal of the King of Hell must be retrieved.
The reason why Wu Yi was worried was that two days ago, Wu Xiao asked him to ask for money to sell back the seal of Hell, but now he suddenly has no news and has lost contact.
This is 100% wrong. If nothing happened, Huo would not have lost contact and had returned to the underworld. Huo was worried that it was not unreasonable.
There may be disaster in the world of life! He no longer dares to send other disciples to the world of life and let the five elders go directly. Although those old guys are old, their strength is as strong as monsters. I believe they can bring back the seal of the King of Hell and find the others.
"I'm tired, so tired, and I should go to enjoy my life, but I can't let it go. There are so many things in the underworld." Wu Yan murmured to himself, lying on the bench and fell asleep.
He cannot die yet, at least he must find out his heirs and lead the clan.
Above the Yellow Springs, dozens of miles from the entrance to the world, there was an evil ghost standing. The evil ghost was wearing a black robe and a hat covered his face, which was the Mingyuan.
Although it was far away, he saw five old men leaving the underworld and heading straight to the world.
"Haha, I finally came out. If you kill them, it's time for the old man Wu Yi to come out in person, right? Hahaha, brothers, wait, when I kill all the members of the tribe, I can let you out with peace of mind. Wu Yi has no seal of the King of Hell, what should I do to fight me? Hahaha..."
The evil ghost laughed wildly, the wind was chaotic, and the flowers, plants and trees within a radius of ten miles were instantly withered, and the yin energy was growing, and the ghost energy soared into the sky, which was extremely terrifying.
This evil ghost seemed to be unprecedentedly powerful and unstoppable. He was targeted by the five old men and was in danger.
The five elders who didn't know it leisurely entered the world of the world, searching for the seal of the King of Hell while searching for the Yan and the others.
On the other side, the dwarf Xing and the little fox buried the body of the corpse of the lee in a remote mountain.
After their unremitting efforts and digging for five hours, they finally dug a small hole that was too short to shit, but fortunately, it was just enough to bury someone.
These two guys are the lazy duo in the tattoo shop. They don’t pull a single dead grass, so it’s good to be able to dig a hole for strangers.
"Don't blame me? Children don't know the world. There are no taboos, no taboos!" Bazixing quickly recited, and then pushed down Liu Lei's body.
The corpse was not carried by him, and he couldn't carry it. Under the temptation of two roast chickens, the little fox was moved, so he carried the corpse of Wu Lei here. So the little fox sat on the ground and watched the dwarf dig the pit while eating roast chicken.
The dwarf buried the pit and then erected a monument. He was so tired that he was sweating profusely and too lazy to do it anymore. He squatted on the ground and smoked cigarettes.
"It's really thankless. Why do you still bury this stranger? He's going to get rid of the corpse in the wilderness." The dwarf exclaimed and spit out a smoke ring.
"Uncle Xing, why don't you write a monument?" The little fox smeared the chicken oil in his hand behind the dwarf Xing and asked in confusion.
"God knows what his name is. If you want to write, just write it. Just get it in peace." The dwarf replied.
"But I don't know many words." The little fox picked up the stones on the ground and didn't know what to write. Su Qing and Zhou Yueting taught her to write, but she didn't learn much.
"Whatever you want, write whatever you like." Ba Zixing was a little impatient. Anyway, no one knew that he was buried here, and the characters of all the steles were the same.
"Okay!" The little fox scratched his head, thought carefully about his knowledge reserves, and then wrote the five big words "The Tomb of the Dwarf Xingzhi on the monument.
She can't write the tomb characters yet, and if she uses the pinyin mu, she can only write the name of Dwarf Xing.
Chapter completed!