Chapter 120 Exploring the Mysteries of Northern Tibet (63)

No matter if he's angry or not, it's mine once it's in my hands.

Wei Xun had a smile on his face, but he had no intention of giving anything away. The bloodline of the Garuda can only exist in items related to it. Wei Xun first took it into the crown and hid it in the belly of the fox cub, and then immediately transferred it to the gold chain pendant.

This pendant is a task item for the competition. It involves the confrontation between the east and west districts, and even the hotel will give it very preferential treatment. Wei Xun was just on guard against robbery.

After all, he is also the owner of the hotel, so he shouldn't be robbing things. Although the successor of the eagle flute signed a contract with the hotel first, he sacrificed the successor of the eagle flute based on his ability, and he also risked the blood of the golden-winged roc based on his ability. Logically speaking, the successor of the eagle flute should be It's his.

It would be shameless for him to take a bloodline now.

【Ah】

There seemed to be a chuckle high in the sky that only he could hear, with an unknown meaning.

Wei Xun's expression didn't change, as if he hadn't heard anything. He knew that the other person could hear what he was thinking - this was intentional.

Fortunately, the other party did not take action.

Wei Xun's mind turned away from the bloodline of the golden-winged roc and looked curiously at the successor of the eagle flute. The heir of the Eagle Flute revealed the contract with the hotel, breaking a big taboo and actually attracted all the * * *. What punishment will he suffer?

Wei Xun guessed that it was something like division. After all, if the descendant of the Eagle Flute was still intact, it would be impossible for him to get the blood of the Golden-winged Dapeng. After all, the risk was aimed at him as a whole. The most Wei Xun can do is mutate the bloodline of the descendant of the Eagle Flute, purify the bloodline, and upgrade the bloodline. It is impossible to extract it.

In other words, the descendants of the Eagle Flute were divided?

Although on the surface he is still the descendant of the eagle flute, he has actually been divided into the 'bloodline of the descendant of the eagle flute' and 'the body of the descendant of the eagle flute'?

But why hasn't he fallen apart yet?

The eagle flute successor in front of him no longer trembled, but stood frozen on the altar, like a stone sculpture. But he was not broken or disintegrated. Wei Xun could not sense the parasitic wasps in his body, and he did not know what was going on inside the body of the successor of the Eagle Flute.

While Wei Xun was observing, suddenly, the successor of the Eagle Flute opened his eyes.

?

Opened your eyes?

"you're awake."

Wei Xun looked at him strangely and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

Are you not dead yet?

He was really curious now, and the eagle flute in front of him gave him a strange feeling. He is a descendant of the eagle flute, but he is not a descendant of the eagle flute. Wei Xun couldn't feel his soul at all. Logically speaking, the descendant of the Eagle Flute should be a living dead.

Or is it that for exposing the contract, the successor of the Eagle Flute did not receive much punishment?

It shouldn't be.

"I'm okay."

The successor of the Eagle Flute blinked slowly, then looked at Wei Xun, gave him a deep look, and solemnly said: "The demon's resurrection is imminent. We must lead others to evacuate the altar, otherwise the flood will flood the earth and everyone will die. !”

What nonsense are you talking about.

"You don't want to be king anymore."

Wei Xun took off the golden-winged roc-horned crown and spun around in front of the successor of the eagle flute. He didn't even stop when he reached out to take it. He wanted to see what the descendant of the eagle flute was going to do.

But unexpectedly, the descendant of the Eagle Flute reached out not for the crown, but took Wei Xun's hand, and only held it for a second before letting go. Then he nodded solemnly to him and said solemnly: "I'll take them away first, Demon Slayer, I'll leave it to you here."

interesting.

"The sacrifice is not over yet, don't you want to be canonized by the king?"

The descendant of the Eagle Flute let go quickly, but Wei Xun directly held his hand backwards and interlocked with his fingers. Wei Xun held the golden mosquito mouthpart between his fingers and took the opportunity to prick him, but he didn't suck out any blood.

Without soul and blood, what kind of person is the current Heir of the Eagle Flute?

"Hey, isn't this the heir to the eagle flute... Okay, just wait until you get to Tibet."

Wang Pengpai was originally on the phone with Mao Xiaole, but Wei Xun's live broadcast had completely attracted his full attention.

"I think the descendant of the Eagle Flute is dying, and he still wants to leak the contract. He is really looking for death."

Opposite me, Mao Xiaole didn't want to talk about Tibet, but he chatted with Wang Pengpai on the phone about the live broadcast.

"I think the hotel is a simulated guide, and we have to complete this journey."

Although a guide on the journey is key, he may die prematurely, or break the contract and be kicked off by the hotel.

The tour guide cannot kill the guide, but if a tourist kills the guide because he is greedy for the guide's wealth, or there is some dispute of temper, the hotel will not react much. This journey is equivalent to having no guide. As for the later attractions, the hotel will not care whether there will be additional dangers due to the lack of guides, or even if the attraction is simply inaccessible.

You must consider the consequences of killing the person who led the way.

But if the guide himself violates the contract, he will be fired by the hotel. So depending on the difficulty of the upcoming journey, the hotel may simulate a guide and lead the brigade through the journey.

This simulated guide is just a simulated person. He is only responsible for visiting the scenic spots and has no emotions or joys. Just like NPCs.

"Although we have reached the end of the third scenic spot, when the big demon revives, it is also necessary for the hotel to simulate the guide. Why is the descendant of the Eagle Flute the 'Shang Hung King'? Maybe it will be useful in sealing the demon."

Wang Pengpai kept on talking: "The Tour Guide Alliance sent a Class B Elite Tour Guide to keep an eye on Wei Xun. Wang Yushu couldn't attract their attention. I think they might have been waiting on the bus. There are not only the Butcher Alliance, but also the Shepherd Alliance's brats. I think Ding Yi is almost broken. It should be the guy who plays with puppets."

"I have long wanted to cut Pinocchio into pieces. The iron corpse I raised is still a piece of wood... Damn, why are they still shaking hands."

Mao Xiaole said ruthlessly, and then said dissatisfiedly: "It's been a bit long, why are they still shaking hands like this?"

"Why do you care? It's just a simulated guide."

Wang Pengpai was amused and annoyed. He watched the live broadcast screen of Wei Xun and the Eagle Flute Heir shaking hands, and their fingers were still clasped... At least they had been shaking for a minute or two, and he was also muttering in his heart.

Wei Xun should have discovered that there was something wrong with the Eagle Flute Heir. Yes, the simulated guide was like an NPC. It would be strange if he couldn't see the problem.

So was he testing the other party's strength? What's going on? Otherwise, why did they shake hands for so long?

"I haven't even shaken hands with Teacher Sanshui yet... I washed my hands three times with rootless water before I left today."

Mao Xiaole complained, "Captain, why doesn't he care? A stupid simulator doesn't know how to let go. Don't shake hands with Teacher Sanshui until the end of time! Sneeze! Sneeze! Sneeze!"

Mao Xiaole suddenly sneezed in a series of sneezes and couldn't stop at all. Wang Pengpai felt a headache when he heard it on the other end of the phone.

"Fuck, who is cursing me behind my back? I want to settle the score."

Finally, Mao Xiaole stopped, his voice was hoarse. He was suspicious and felt that someone was going to harm him. He said he was calculating but didn't do it directly.

What a joke. If someone really cursed him behind his back and made Mao Xiaole sneeze for so long, Mao Xiaole would be in more trouble if he just gave up.

"Hey, they finally let go."

Wang Pengpai also knew that in order to prevent Mao Xiaole from getting angry, he didn't even mention it and directly changed the subject:

"Hey, I said the captain would speak out."

* *

"Roar!"

The White Wolf King let out an impatient and low roar, interrupting the eye contact between Wei Xun and the Eagle Flute Heir. Wei Xun took the opportunity to withdraw his hand, and saw the White Wolf King crossing his body to block between him and the Eagle Flute Heir. He smiled slightly as if thinking about something.

Just now when shaking hands, Wei Xun asked many questions, such as how did you get the blood of the Golden Winged Roc, where is the devil, and how did you confront him. But the Eagle Flute Heir did not answer. Wei Xun did not feel his pulse beating, and his body was as cold as a corpse.

And the feather-like flesh scales on the Eagle Flute Heir's skin had disappeared.

Sure enough, there was something strange.

"Roar!"

The White Wolf King roared again, as if urging him. Everything happened too fast just now. It was only five minutes from the killing of the demon sheep to now. But the thick black demonic energy surging from the shore of Selin Co Lake became heavier and heavier.

The thunder and rainstorms seemed to be accompanied by the fierce roars of gods, demons and evil spirits, and the earth shook violently, as if the entire black stone altar was about to collapse completely. The water of Selin Co Lake kept pouring out, like a flood caused by a heavy rainstorm, and in an instant it submerged the wasteland by the lake and flooded under the black stone altar.

"Then I'll leave it to you to evacuate everyone."

The Eagle Flute Heir still didn't reply, as if he would not say anything else except leaving and retreating. Wei Xun looked at him deeply, turned around and walked to the top of the altar with the White Wolf King. When he just climbed the steps, he turned his head suddenly and stared at the Eagle Flute Heir, and saw that he was still standing there, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

It seemed that he was looking at him and smiling.

Was he controlled by the hotel, or replaced by something?

It was related to the hotel. As the captain, Wei Xun could feel a slight breath of the hotel. Maybe the journey was not over yet, the Eagle Flute Heir was gone, and the hotel simulated a guide for them in order to help the caravan that had suffered so many disasters.

But Wei Xun always felt that there was something strange about the Eagle Flute Heir. The White Wolf King separated the two of them just now, and was alert but did not attack, which could also explain something.

Could it be that... it is also possible...

If that was the case, there would be no need to worry about the Eagle Flute Heir.

Seeing him smile, Wei Xun also smiled enthusiastically and waved at him, then turned around and continued to climb to the top.

Yin Baitao had told him before that the inside of the altar was hollow, and there were inner and outer altars. The place where the witches were enlightened by the devil was in the inner altar, but Yin Baitao could not tell where it was and how to get there.

The witches were brought in with their eyes blindfolded, and when they were about to reach the place, the blindfolds were removed, and they were soon confused again, and they could not tell the directions.

Xu Yang said it more clearly. He was blind, and no one would care whether he had discovered the secret. But I don't know that Xu Yang has a title. Although the title of "Blind Perception" requires a blind stick or a guide dog to work, there is no restriction on the material of the blind stick.

When Xu Yang was serving the black sheep, he knelt on the ground and cleaned its hooves. After wiping, he held the sheep's leg and put it down. When the sheep's hooves hit the ground, the structure of all the surrounding buildings became clear in his mind.

This altar is hollow.

Wei Xun walked to the highest altar, turned half a circle, and lifted a huge black stone from the corner, revealing a dark hole. The heavy rain kept falling, and the water flowed down and poured into the hole, like a small waterfall.

The hole is not big, and it is impossible for an adult to enter, but it is the nearest entrance.

"Come to me, from another passage."

Wei Xun threw a ball of magic fire down, blocking the water flow and illuminating the darkness at the same time. He patted the neck of the white wolf king: "You will find me, right."

Just like a snow leopard, find another way out in the Xiangxiong ruins.

After saying that, Wei Xun turned into a little snow leopard and put all the fallen clothes into the fox cub's belly. The snow leopard cub flexibly avoided the obstruction of the white wolf king and went directly into the entrance.