The strongest comprehension dude

Chapter 471 The Mysterious Land
"Okay, brother told you a long time ago, you want to have no face, no figure, I'm not interested in you!" YangMeng ignored the little girl's panic, and directly moved his big hand towards Song Xiaohan's. Dab it on your neck.

"Shh!"

Song Xiaohan only felt a chill on his neck, as if something had been pulled out.

She looked down and found that it was a Maitreya Buddha carved from Hetian warm jade that his father had given her. It is said that the Maitreya Buddha had been placed in the Daxiong Hall of Shaolin Temple in Henan Province for ten years.

The Daxiong Hall is the place where the monks of Shaolin Temple must go every day for their morning and evening classes. It can be said that even ordinary jade is placed in the Daxiong Hall and consecrated like this, and it will have a certain spirituality, let alone this A kind of top-quality jade.

Therefore, this Nuanyu has long possessed a certain amount of spirituality and has become a mortal weapon of the highest level. In layman's terms, it has become a psychic thing.

YangMeng looked at the Jade Buddha in his hand with a few fine cracks, touched his chin and said, "Song Xiaohan, this thing is very valuable. It is something that many rich people in China and political tycoons dream of. I think you have one. It seems that your family is not simple, I think, your family must be very powerful in China, right?"

"Give it back to me!" Song Xiaohan snatched the Jade Buddha back from YangMeng's hands, carefully touched the big belly of the Buddha statue, and said, "My father's name is Song Shangwen, and he is the third son of the Song family in Huaxia. The president of the three eastern provinces branch of the Shi Group!"

"The Song family?" YangMeng said with a cold gleam in his eyes, "It's really a giant!"

Song Xiaohan glanced sideways at Yang Meng, and said, "Big monster? Hmph, that also belongs to their old Song's family, and has nothing to do with me or my father!"

YangMeng regained his energy immediately, there seemed to be something hidden here, he asked: "Why, you and Song Hexuan, the head of your Song family, are at odds?"

Just as Song Xiaohan was about to speak, he suddenly remembered something and said, "Why am I telling you this? You haven't told me why I was able to get on this ghost carriage without being discovered by the man in black?"

YangMeng didn't get the information he wanted, shrugged his shoulders, pointed to the big-bellied Maitreya Buddha jade carving on Song Xiaohan's hand, and said, "Actually, it was this Buddha statue that saved you from catastrophe. If you didn't have this statue If it’s a Buddha statue, I’m afraid you’re already dead.”

"Can a jade carving prevent disasters for me? What are you kidding?" Song Xiaohan obviously didn't believe this.

YangMeng said slowly: "This Jade Buddha has initially psychic, and can perceive the danger of the master in advance, so that it will automatically deal with the next weak disaster for the master. Look at the big belly of the Maitreya Buddha, is there a thin line? A hair-like crack? If you haven't dropped it before, it is enough to prove that it is your savior!"

Song Xiaohan hurriedly looked carefully at Maitreya Buddha's big belly, and sure enough, there were extremely irregular cracks on that belly that was crystal clear like a white jade.

"This, this is true..." Just when Song Xiaohan wanted to continue to ask something.

YangMeng waved his hand suddenly, and Song Xiaohan once again turned into a 'dead man' with the same expression as the others in the carriage.

"call out!"

The dark wind blew through the air, and three figures appeared in the cabin of this slightly narrow ghostly carriage.

Of these three people, the two at the back were dressed in the same attire as YangMeng, while the one at the front was wearing a gray robe, and the green eyes under the robe were much brighter than those at the two behind.

"Early stage of Jindan? Hehe, I didn't expect that he was really a ghost cultivator!" YangMeng secretly sensed the cultivation of the gray-robed man with his primordial spirit, and YangMeng sneered in his heart, but now is not the time to turn his face. This scene is done enough.

Recalling the inspector that the black-robed man had mentioned earlier, YangMeng had an idea, put on a very respectful look, and shouted: "Master the inspector!"

"On our Nether carriage, two living people sneaked up. Is there anything unusual in your Nether carriage?" The grey-robed man's hoarse voice came from inside his robe.

"Report to the Overseer, there is no abnormality in the Nether Chariot under his jurisdiction." YangMeng replied directly.

"Well, you have to be careful. At present, only one person has been caught in this seat. According to this person's account, a total of three people broke into the car. Before our Nether convoy arrives, we must take the remaining two Get caught personally."

"Yes, Master Inspector!"

After the grey-robed man and YangMeng finished explaining, those green eyes could see the faces of the eight people in the carriage, but YangMeng's spells on Song Xiaohan were very clever, unless his cultivation level surpassed YangMeng's, or he was against ghost spirits. Only those who study deeply can discover Song Xiaohan's strangeness, otherwise it would be useless no matter how you look at it.

After observing for a while, the gray-robed man took the two black-robed men and left. Judging from their travel route, they should be investigating other ghost carriages.

Withdrawing the power of the primordial spirit, YangMeng did not undo Song Xiaohan's ghostly aura this time, but just quietly suspended in the carriage of the ghostly carriage, waiting for the arrival of the destination.

……

I don't know how long it has passed, but when the Nether carriage stopped again, YangMeng's heart was shocked because he knew that the destination had already been reached.

Turning his head and glanced at Song Xiaohan who was still in the process of printing, no matter his eyes or expression were somewhat dull, YangMeng's eyes were constantly shining with brilliance.

Originally, according to YangMeng's temperament of "no one offends me, I will not offend others, if anyone offends me, kill them all", you Song Hexuan dared to move your claws on this young master, then you should be prepared to be retaliated by this young master, he decided to act like Treat the Song family the same way you treat the He family.

But just now he heard another meaning from Song Xiaohan's words. It seemed that Song Xiaohan and his father Song Shangwen did not have a good relationship with the old Song family.

Even Yang and Dai's business in the three northeastern provinces does not involve medicinal materials or fur trading.But you, the Song Group, are lucky to have developed, planted, and traded medicinal materials directly on the boundaries of the three eastern provinces. Isn't it clear that you are against the Black League?

If Song Shangwen didn't have a halo of the Song family on his head, the Song family was one of the five great families in China, otherwise, Song Shangwen's family would have died a long time ago.

After all, the members of the Black League are all outlaws. If you dare to block our way of making money, when we are strong enough, we will directly flatten your Song Group.

That's why YangMeng thought of the Song family and Song Shangwen's family, there might really be some unsolvable conflict.

Shaking his head, YangMeng simply didn't think about it.

Anyway, the Song family is placed there like a cake, if YangMeng wants to settle accounts with them, he can throw them away at any time, right now it is better to get rid of the mysterious Yin soldiers passing by as soon as possible.

After waving his hand to reinforce the seal on Song Xiaohan's body, YangMeng regained her sanity again and before she could get mad again, he just dodged and disappeared into the Nether carriage.

Song Xiaohan, who regained his sobriety, sat alone in his original position, a little at a loss. From the memory of just now, it seems that the young man who they had sinned in the past saved her again, and finally returned it to her. After unlocking her sanity, she didn't know what to do now.

"Ring Ling Ling..."

Just when Song Xiaohan was hesitating, a clear ringtone suddenly came from the front, and as the ringtone became clearer and clearer, the other seven people in the Nether carriage stood up stiffly, and walked out of the carriage together go.

"They, why did they all go down? What should I do?" Seeing that the last 'dead man' was about to get off the carriage, Song Xiaohan hesitated, should he continue to sit here, or leave?

……

And no matter what choice Song Xiaohan made, YangMeng's figure appeared in a strange place at this moment.

This is a vast open space, not a single blade of grass grows on the open space, and there are desolate and withered scenes everywhere, full of extremely strong dead air.

But behind the clearing, there is an endless stretch of mountains, towering into the sky, equally desolate, full of chilling death, it feels like coming to an ancient battlefield where tens of millions of people were once buried , Depressed, desperate, and perilous!
Although it is daytime, this place is always shrouded in gray mist, and the sun can't reach here at all.

Of course, this place cannot be compared with the underworld, so YangMeng's previous judgment is also correct, these ghost carriages are imitated by ghost repairers, and the ghost soldiers crossing the road are just a joke made by little ghosts.

"Hey, ghost cultivator, I didn't expect such an existence to exist on this water blue planet, it really surprised me!" YangMeng laughed, slyly, like a fox.

"All the ghosts obey the order, bring all the corpses in the carriage to the front, and accept the soul extraction!"

While YangMeng was still observing, the gray-robed man's voice suddenly sounded from the open space in front of the mountain.

It was precisely because of this voice that sounded in the sky that the scene Song Xiaohan had seen before happened.

At this moment, Song Xiaohan got up slowly after struggling for a while, and walked out of the carriage.

When she got out of the carriage, she realized that she had come to a foggy clearing. Behind the clearing was a tall mountain. At the bottom of the mountain was a five-meter-high cave that looked extremely deep. cave.

Right in front of the cave, a group of 'dead men' stood there, lined up, as if they were waiting for something, and there were seven men in black robes who wore the same clothes as the young man in black robes they had offended. Under the leadership of the gray-robed man, they all stood directly in front of the 'dead men'.

(End of this chapter)