Chapter 1267: Tomb of Tusi King (200)

Chapter 1267 Tomb of the Chieftain King (200)

Something's not right with the Mingxi people.

At the Aba Gemmo Temple, Taoist Ban Ming was hiding in the shadows at the entrance of the seminary with his big white cat in his arms. He looked at the puppet figure wearing a scarlet cloak standing in the wind and snow with a solemn expression. The puppets of the Ming Xiren are very powerful. He is not like Zhang Xingzang who is naturally good at making puppets and making clay figures from the initial title to the top title. The puppets he makes can also be controlled by the master's mind, and have the ability to make decisions and act on their own even if they are away from the master.

The puppet he made is more like a silent tool man, powerful but strange, traveling through the Butcher Alliance and the Sun Gate. ——It is very strange that it can wear the scarlet cloak that belongs to the life-seeking person. Many tour guides in the hotel have incarnations, which is tacitly accepted by the hotel. After all, compared with the number of tourists, the number of tour guides is really insufficient. The incarnations of those tour guides can even lead teams on missions, but they are not recognized by the hotel as being the same person as the main body. When they go on missions, they will wear tour guide cloaks, but they are not the same color as the main body, and the avatars are far inferior to the main body when separated.

Being able to wear the cloak of his true form means that he is recognized as one by the hotel, but the hotel is already strict with people who are interested in life, so how can they admit that his incarnation is also a person who is "life-loving" and is qualified to wear the scarlet cloak? Unless the Life-Haunter's puppet is not an avatar in the conventional sense... what could it be?

The half-life Taoist has some guesses. After all, metaphysicians can do fortune-telling, and there are various thousand-year-old tortoise shells for fortune-telling to choose from. Fortune-telling people are not easy to tell, but a puppet can still get a glimpse of it. The puppet of the Life-seeking Man is closely related to the Gate of the Sun, but as for what is going on in the Gate of the Sun, only a few people such as the Crying Spiritual Medium may know about it. This puppet will be absolutely loyal to the Man-Hip. The ordering person will not be affected, but the ordering person will get the news the moment the puppet is attacked.

So unless it's unavoidable, it's better to find a way around the puppet than to attack, just like Taoist Half Life and Big White Cat are doing now.

"Shh, shh shh."

Having been nestled in Taoist Ban Ming's arms for too long, the big white cat struggled to change its position and opened its mouth to bark. But Taoist Ban Ming hugged it tightly and covered the cat's mouth with one hand to prevent the big white cat from grunting. He was dissatisfied and slapped Taoist Ban Ming's arm with his tail. The big white cat was so powerful that it whipped its tail like a steel whip, making a swishing sound on the Taoist Taoist's robe.

The red cloaked puppet standing in the wind and snow not far away seemed to have noticed something. He glanced here. The visibility was very low in the dark night of the blizzard, but his eyes were like sharp swords tearing through the darkness, with a strong sense of presence. Taoist Ban Ming instantly had goosebumps all over his body. But physiological reactions are physiological reactions. The half-life Taoist was very calm under the sharp gaze of the puppet. He even thought about hissing twice while holding the cat. The black bone powder derived from the cat was mixed with the juice of the mutated silverfish that gnawed the scriptures of the Tibetan Buddhist Institute. , kneaded into a black ball the size of tangerine peel, is now attached to his and the big white cat’s foreheads.

The forehead is where the human soul resides. To hide the breath and body shape, the most primitive but effective way is to put something on the forehead. For example, if you want to hide among the beasts, you can apply some animal blood, and if you want to sneak into the tomb, you can apply some zombie bone powder. This method is very effective both at home and abroad. Even An Xuefeng and the others used mummy corpse powder when they entered the pyramid.

This time, the powder prepared by Taoist Half Life had a special effect. After applying it, the popularity of him and the big white cat completely disappeared, as if they had turned into two scriptures and two silverfish, completely integrated into the power aura of Gemok Temple. Unless the entire Gomo Temple is destroyed, no one can find out their aura. After the preparation was completed, Taoist Ban Ming held the big white cat and came to the door of the seminary to observe the puppet.

It's not that Taoist Ban Ming wanted to take the opportunity to peek into the nature of the Ming Xingren puppet. He just wanted to confirm that it was indeed the Ming Xingren puppet and not a statue covered in red cloth. Now that he had confirmed it, his mood became more solemn. It was said that the puppets were used to keep an eye on the two of them, but if the Mingming Man was in Gemo Temple at the moment, he would definitely be able to control the big white cat and the Half-Life Taoist without any extra effort.

Now that the puppet has been released, it seems that the person who ordered it may not be in Gemo Temple.

Holding the big white cat and avoiding the puppet, the half-life Taoist went straight to the monk's apartment where other travelers were staying. As expected, there was no one inside, and the quilts were not pulled away. Only some large luggage that was useless for the battle was left in the monk's room. The tourists were all gone late at night, and it looked like they had been dragged out by the tour guide for training. It seemed like a normal thing, but Taoist Half Life's doubts were even deeper. He went to the rooms of the passengers in Fengdu and made calculations while inspecting them. The results were not good.

"Where did you say they went?"

After circling the entire Gomo Temple, Taoist Ban Ming held the cat and sat in front of the Bodhi Pagoda. He scooped up a heavy snow full of strong pollution, kneaded it into a ball and gave it to the cat to eat. Feeding snowballs to a cat is too perfunctory, but zero-lead cats are easy to feed, and they will not dislike snowball cat food if there is pollution. When the half-life Taoist is talking to himself, he will chew on his own, and his whiskers will move. Damn it. In Taoist Ban Ming's arms, he stretched out his paws, self-sufficiently trying to catch the falling snowflakes in the air.

"We are the only ones left in Gemok Temple now. Have they entered some demonic country again?"

Taoist Ban Ming murmured, are Xuanxue and Fengdu travelers still around Gemo Temple?

In other words, are they still in Gannan?

If there was nothing special about Gannan, the Ming people would not have chosen this place for their first trip after their return, but the continuous pollution of the mountains and the flowers of the mountains proved that there was indeed a problem here.

But is this question worthy of being chosen specifically by a life-haunting person?

Or is Gannan just a cover, using the pollution of the mountains and the flowers of the mountains to hold back those who are watching him and are vigilant? Banming Taoist had previously guessed that Ximing Ren had other plans.

But this is a trip under the surveillance of the hotel. Wouldn't he know as soon as he left the hotel? This is not as simple as the previous short-term departure of Director Zero and the deduction of some wages. If Ximing Ren left the trip directly, the hotel would definitely report it, and they would also put another tour guide here.

However, the hotel has not responded yet... After walking around the Gemo Temple and finding no clues, Banming Taoist took out his mobile phone, hugged the big cat and found a sheltered place to squat down, letting the big cat stretch its claws to grab the snowflakes falling from the sky, and took out his mobile phone.

So the audience who were still holding on to the live broadcast room of Zhongyang in the middle of the night were surprised to find that Banming Taoist had suddenly started broadcasting in the middle of the night! The barrage rolled across the screen like snowflakes, and the messages from the forums and the brigade groups in various places were transmitted rapidly. The number of viewers in the live broadcast room of Zhongyang rose rapidly, and even many viewers who were holding on to the live broadcast room of the Tusi King's Tomb next door came in.

In Yubeng Village, Deqin County, Yunnan, the medium stood at the edge of the post road. The cold autumn rain fell like a mist, and the rain was reflected as silver threads by the suddenly lit mobile phone screen.

"The live broadcast you are particularly concerned about has started"

The reminder message popped up on the screen. The medium opened the phone and saw the dark live broadcast room and heavy snow. However, the screen went dark after a few minutes. The medium put on a hood and took out a pendant from his cloak. The gold chain was hung with a coin-sized sun pendant.

"My lord, he is suspicious."

The medium whispered, and the sun pendant flashed. My lord received his message. Putting away the pendant, the medium looked into the distance. It was foggy, and Mount Kawagebo was covered by clouds and mist, and it was not clear.

It was extremely difficult to communicate with the outside world during the journey, and the live broadcast barrage would be blocked. Peak travelers have more or less some cheating skills to bypass the hostel, such as Bai Xiaosheng's paper crane. This small sun pendant is made of materials from the Sun Gate. Materials from the 30th degree north latitude have always been good for shielding the hotel.

But the medium can use it to contact the Ximing people, not to shield the hotel.

Lord Ximing has come out.

"Boom--"

The thunder rolled over, followed by a flash of lightning across the night sky. The bright light tore through the rain and fog, vaguely revealing the rugged mountains behind Yubeng Village. That is Mencimu Peak. Yubeng Village is located at the foot of her mountain. According to legend, she is the wife of Kawagebo.

Although many of the "wives", "sons" and "daughters" of mountain gods are stories made up by people, not real wives and children, Kawagebo and Mencimu Peak have a very close relationship-they are very similar in shape and have similar powers, so the medium came here.

Not only that, the resurrection of the evil insect master has begun, which will definitely have an impact on Gannan. I don't know how long it can last. Once Gannan is exposed, he will also support it as soon as possible. Lord Ximing trusts him, and he will give everything for Lord Ximing.

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The medium saw the live broadcast room open, even though it was just snowing heavily, but most of the audience didn’t see what was broadcast in the Sun Live Broadcast Room - because this live broadcast was closed within two minutes!

[What happened? ? ? ]

[Did anyone see what was broadcast? ? ]

[Just arrived! Is the live broadcast really open? Why is it all black? ? ]

[I don’t know, I didn’t have time to see anything qaq]

[Is it a particularly dangerous scene? ? The live broadcast was opened in an instant? ]

[I just saw the live broadcast open, I am weak, if the live broadcast is dangerous, I can’t see it at all]

[!! Did you see the live broadcast? ! What was broadcast? What was broadcast?]

[It was just broadcasted in black... It seemed to be snowing? It was quite heavy, and there was nothing else]

[Ah? ? ? Snowing during the live broadcast? ! ]

[Is it true? Don’t lie! ]

[It was really snowing! No one showed their faces! ]

[Heavy snow? It can’t be the snowflakes blocked by the hotel]

[That’s right, it’s not dangerous, why did the live broadcast suddenly shut down? ]

[Could it be that the big guy accidentally touched his phone and opened the live broadcast room in the middle of the night? ]

[…Do you believe that the peak big guy would accidentally touch his phone or do you believe that I am Qin Shihuang]

[It’s more likely that the guy found out that the big guy was live streaming and snatched the phone]

[How could he have to snatch the phone himself! I guess the big guy saw the guy passing by and turned off the live broadcast directly]

[It’s so funny, who would pass by for no reason? He must have discovered the secret live broadcast! It’s probably on right now]

[Oh my God… Don’t do this, my live broadcast, my faith, don’t beat the big guy to death]

[Oh, hard to say…]

The barrage was full of discussions, and many people even began to doubt whether there was a live broadcast, but at this moment the live broadcast suddenly started again! At this time, countless people saw the live broadcast started at the same time, and the live broadcast screen was not a dark night with heavy snow. A familiar big cat's face was facing the screen. The death perspective shot the cat's chin, and the white hair was shaking. The big white cat chewed and chewed, not knowing what to eat, and the snowflakes on the whiskers fell off.

Big white cat! Seeing the familiar big cat, the audience finally relaxed a little. Let's say that the half-life Taoist is not dead. If he was dead, why would he open the big white cat live broadcast-huh? !

[Why is the live broadcast closed again! ! ! ]

In the live broadcast room that suddenly went dark, countless bullet comments wailed. The live broadcast that had just been opened for a short time was closed again! And not only that, the next Sun Live broadcast room was opened and closed countless times, and the audience went from worrying and nervous to numb, and finally wanted to curse.

But the mood of the audience was obviously not within the consideration of Banming Taoist. He opened and closed the live broadcast room more than ten times. Opening the live broadcast room was equivalent to attracting the attention of the hotel, but the hotel has not responded yet.

Is Ximingren really still here?

Banming Taoist was even more suspicious.

"Hu————"

Just then a strong wind blew, rolling up large pieces of flying snow. The big white cat suddenly raised its head and stepped on the arm of Banming Taoist to look up. Banming Taoist seemed to have sensed something, hugged the big cat tightly and shrank into the shadow of the Bodhi Pagoda. The next moment he saw a figure flying in the snowy night, the black devil wings were like the shadow of death, and the scarlet cloak dyed the black and white snowy night bloody.

It was Ximingren! Not that puppet!

Banming Taoist's heart jumped, the direction this person flew to was the Sutra Academy where they were supposed to rest!

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Updated, babies! This chapter was written in the morning and on the way, and I will catch bugs when I go back!