Chapter 868
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In the same night, in Anhui Province, which is more than a thousand miles away in Jiangnan Province.
The famous Qianshan Mountain, the main peak of the seventy-two peaks, the Four Jue Peaks.
Sijue Peak is steep, and there are many dangerous places that are almost ninety degrees.
There have been many mountain climbers who dreamed of conquering this dangerous peak, but died one after another in the mountain.
At this time, at the Four Absolute Peaks, near the top of the peak, a figure was retreating along the mountain wall with difficulty.
He was wearing an old mountaineering suit, and his whole face was buried between the mountain walls because of the gust of wind that kept blowing down from the top of the mountain, and he did not dare to look up.
The so-called mountain is easy to go down, but his entire body is trembling constantly, and he feels like he is crumbling.
An old voice, angrily spread into the gust of wind.
"Yes! If it weren't for the fact that [Golden Mist and Silver Ginseng] can only be seen in the early morning, I wouldn't be so miserable!"
The moment he spoke, he swallowed a few mouthfuls of wind.
And in his hand, he was holding a strange ginseng.
The shape of the ginseng was extremely strange, with golden mist spraying out from the top of the head, while silver smoke was sprayed on the soles of the feet at the same time.
Against the backdrop of the night, gold and silver are intertwined, which is beautiful.
The figure seemed to be trying to protect the ginseng, and he didn't dare to exert much force in his hand.
Just as he was carefully retreating from the mountain wall, the hand holding the ginseng suddenly failed to hold firmly, and the whole person fell down the mountain wall again and again!
After a few bumps and bumps, mixed with a few painful groans...
Between the mountain walls, there was a moment of silence, only the gust of wind was still blowing.
After a long time, a voice sounded from the night.
"The one next door is numb, but fortunately there is a natural stone plank road here!"
A flashlight lit up under the night sky, illuminating a small patch of mountain wall.
The bright green light reflected Ye Zhonglu's bruised face.
"hiss--"
Ye Zhonglu's brows were deeply wrinkled, and he felt the few places on his body that he hit just now, gasping for air in pain.
"Well, it seems that we can only wait until dawn before going down the mountain."
Ye Zhonglu sighed silently, looked at the strange ginseng plant in his hand, and smiled: "Fortunately, the treasure was not lost.
Now I have all [Dragon Fish Pearl] and [Golden Mist Silver Ginseng], and there are three left..."
Ye Zhonglu raised his head and silently looked at the direction of the Sijue Peak, and sighed.
"Back then, our four brothers were known as the Four Greats, and we formed a golden orchid at the top of the Four Greatest Peaks, and looked down on the Seventy-two Peaks.
But now... I'm the only old guy left alive..."
"Changyong, Yonglu, Shangde... I miss you so much..."
Accompanied by the whimpering wind, Ye Zhonglu's mournful voice made one shudder.
......
On the same night, there was a person who was alone on the second floor of the [Night Tribe] bar in Bailu City.
In a certain box, several wine bottles were empty in front of Fan Mingen.
He looked drunk, his eyes blurred, and he kept scolding: "Why?! Why is there a person like Ye Hong in this world?!
I am not convinced! I'm not convinced! "
After another bottle of wine, Fan Mingen patted the table angrily: "Waiter! Serve the wine! Give me another ten bottles!"
A waiter from the Ye tribe rushed into the box anxiously and shouted, "Mr. Fan, you can't drink anymore, your body won't be able to take it anymore!"
"You don't care about Lao Tzu!" Fan Mingen stood up, knocked the waiter to the ground with a slap, and roared, "Take it if you tell me, don't be so nonsense!"