Tomb Robbery: Successor to the King, starting in Yunnan Worm Valley

Chapter 177 Cunning Uncle Ming

That is to say, Wang Ye can use this dragon vein's luck to directly pull out a dragon vein himself.

Create your own Feng Shui pattern and use the luck of your Dragon Vein ancestors for your own use.

This is an exaggeration.

Even the most powerful geomancer in the world, Mr. Feng Shui, cannot do this.

At most, it can only rely on one of the three existing dragon veins.

The top of Huangyu Fairy Mountain has obviously been artificially repaired.

After descending the stone beam, there is a platform of about one or two hundred square meters.

There are also many stone building remnants on the platform, including some stone troughs and stone platforms.

There are also many relief murals on Huangyu Fairy Mountain next to it.

After Shirley Yang saw these relief murals, she immediately became addicted to interpretation.

Wang Ye looked at Uncle Ming.

He activated his mind telepathy skill and immediately realized that Uncle Ming had not fainted at all.

This guy is totally faking it.

"Okay, wake up quickly."

Wang Ye touched Uncle Ming.

Uncle Ming still had his eyes closed, and it seemed that he was going to continue pretending to be faint.

"Oh? You're not awake yet? It means it's out of control. Just throw it away. It's a burden to carry around."

Wang Ye said with a smile.

A Xiang cried when she heard this.

"Brother Wang Ye, please don't throw away my godfather. This is the only relative I have left in the world."

Fatty Wang curled his lips, "You still recognize this godfather. It's not certain whether your godfather recognizes you or not. Are you still protecting him at this time?"

Wang Ye glanced at Uncle Ming again and said, "If you don't get up, I'll really throw it away. Anyway, there won't be more than one sacrifice like you on the altar of this fairy mountain."

"And you already have an eyeball mark on your shoulder. You were originally a sacrifice. Maybe if I throw you down, the snake god's anger will disappear and the curse on others will be gone."

After Wang Ye finished speaking, Fatty Wang's eyes lit up, "Cousin, I think what you said makes sense. In this case, what are we waiting for?"

As soon as Fatty Wang finished speaking, Uncle Ming, who had been lying on the ground unable to move a moment ago, immediately sat up from the ground with an ouch.

But after waking up, his eyes were straight, and Axiang didn't reply no matter how he asked.

Wang Ye sneered. Does this mean that he pretended to be dizzy and was exposed? He was going to pretend to be stupid?

Having already reached the altar, Uncle Ming, an old fox, was worried about something happening and simply wanted to stay out of it.

Of course Wang Ye couldn't agree.

"Hey, look, although your godfather is still alive, his brain is damaged. Do we have any medical conditions here?"

"I know that those injured with serious concussions will basically not survive long. If you ask me, it would be better to use your godfather as a sacrifice."

Wang Ye continued.

"Ah, where is this? Why am I here? Wang Ye, you guys are here too, great. My good daughter Axiang is also here."

As soon as Wang Ye finished speaking, Uncle Ming's eyes immediately regained their clarity.

"You're awake, okay. It's okay then. What do you need to do? Help pack your things."

Wang Ye said coldly.

Everyone slid down the inclined shaft just now, and a lot of supplies were scattered, leaving Uncle Ming to do some work.

Shirley Yang has found several reliefs on Fairy Mountain, and also found many clues in the stone troughs on the ground.

In fact, not only Shirley Yang, but others also saw it.

This Yellow Jade Fairy Mountain is the core part of the entire Erluohai City altar.

All the stone troughs, stone pillars, and stone platforms all indicate that this is the location of the final sacrifice.

Especially the stone trough on the ground is like a human figure. I was knocked unconscious and put it inside, it was just right.

Moreover, even though the bottom of the stone trough has experienced countless years, there are still some dark red blood-stained things left from those years.

The reliefs on the stone pillars and walls also depict many particularly vivid sacrificial processes.

Live people were killed in stone troughs, skinned and placed in one of the two pools at the Fairy Mountain Altar.

According to Shirley Yang's explanation, the Muchen Bead can be placed in another pool.

In this case, with the skinned corpse on one side and the Muchen Bead on the other, a certain balance can be achieved.

This weird balance can tear open a small gap in the space, allowing the power of the snake god to directly reach this world.

In the end, the curse on everyone can be lifted.

It sounds easy, but the only tricky thing is that a living person must be sacrificed.

Only in this way can the power of Muchen Bead be balanced and the snake god's power be extended to this world.

After Shirley Yang told what she had cracked, Uncle Ming, who was packing his things, suddenly turned pale.

This frightened Uncle Ming. This kind of fear deep in his heart could not escape Wang Ye's telepathic skills.

Even an old fox who is good at disguise can't do it.

Uncle Ming's hands when packing things were already trembling, and his eyes glanced at Hu Bayi's body.

There is a backpack on Hu Bayi's back.

Axiang had noticed before that Hu Bayi put the Muchen Bead in his backpack.

Wang Ye immediately sneered.

"Uncle Ming, don't take advantage of Muchen Bead!"

"Old Hu, be optimistic about the Muchen Bead. Everyone here, except you, can't touch the Muchen Bead for the time being."

After Wang Ye finished speaking, Uncle Ming's face turned even whiter.

What was on his mind was suddenly revealed by Wang Ye. He was so frightened that his three souls came out of his body and waved his hands desperately.

"No, no, how could I have the idea of ​​Muchen Bead? A misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding."

The expression on Uncle Ming's face made him cry.

What a shame for such superb acting.

With Wang Ye's telepathy skills, he discovered that deep down in his heart, Uncle Ming still had not given up hope of winning the Muchen Bead.

After all, under the current circumstances, Uncle Ming, an old fox, could easily deduce that if someone were to be chosen as a sacrifice, everyone except Axiang and Shirley Yang would choose Uncle Ming.

In Uncle Ming's opinion, grabbing the Muchen Bead is his only chance of survival.

Wang Ye frowned and refused to listen?
  "In this case, don't blame me."

After Wang Ye finished speaking, he patted Uncle Ming on the shoulder.

Uncle Ming was already frightened, as if Wang Ye knew exactly what he was thinking. When he saw Wang Ye coming, he backed away.

He even wanted to grab Hu Bayi's pistol.

However, no matter how cunning Uncle Ming was, he still couldn't avoid Wang Ye's grasp.

Uncle Ming felt a stinging pain on his shoulder, and then a numb feeling spread throughout his body.

His vision went dark and he completely lost consciousness.

anesthesia

Wang Ye had some memories inherited from Wudang King, but he thought it was a useless skill.

But now it seems that it is not completely useless.

At least it is somewhat useful for people like Uncle Ming who look annoying and are not easy to shoot to death.

Looking at the crying Axiang, Wang Ye still explained gently, "It's okay, your godfather can't die. But you should still hang out with Staff Yang from now on. Your godfather has no good intentions in accepting you as his goddaughter." .”

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