Mass graves, ancient temples.

It was almost midnight at this moment, and the wind suddenly blew, and the cold dew on the ground gradually became heavier.

After going through hardships, Zhao Yan and others finally arrived in front of the ancient temple. Just as they were about to step forward, five or six strong lights of flashlights suddenly lit up a hundred meters away.

On this night when you can't see your fingers, the deep graves of this mass grave were already accustomed to the dead atmosphere. At this time, someone suddenly broke in, which shocked the few people.

Because it is impossible to infer that the other party is an enemy or a friend, Zhao Yan and his group chose to hide quickly for safety reasons and lurk in the waist-deep weeds.

As the light source approached quickly, the invader a hundred meters away finally appeared in front of Zhao Yan and his group.

This is a six-person team.

The leader was a one-armed old man with long silver hair and beards, straight and powerful. Beside him was a beautiful woman with an iceberg figure, tall figure and a face that was covered with frost. It is worth mentioning that she always frowned with a pair of willow eyebrows, as if she would never have any worries to be solved.

One step behind the two was a lazy man of 27 or 28 years old. He was strong and wearing a Versace and a pair of hiking shoes, but it was not abrupt at all. However, along the way, this guy seemed to be unable to lift his energy, yawned all over the sky, and was very difficult. Fortunately, he found a way to refresh himself in time - to appreciate the perky and round buttocks of the beautiful iceberg girl in front of him.

One step behind are three physical bodyguards in the essence. They are as strong as a cow, with their hands hanging down, and their wind is shining as they walk, and their strength is restrained and deep, just like a trainer who has been beating their bodies for many years.

"Well, these six people have very strong combat power." In the bushes, Zhao Yan's eyes were like a raging sound, and he only heard him lower his voice and said, "I can't see through these six people except the last three. It seems that they are at least masters of the innate realm."

After a pause, Zhao Yan said seriously: "Especially the old man in the head, his breath is restrained and deep, and I can't detect it at all. Even... from such a long distance, I can still feel the oppression coming from him."

When they heard Zhao Yan say this, the few people were stunned and immediately raised their spirits, not daring to be careless at all.

I saw the team of six people walking to the temple gate with powerful flashlights, and then gathered together and chattered, as if discussing something.

"Does these birds also want to enter the ancient tomb?" Mr. Luo Jiu pulled the bolt and cursed in a low voice.

Wu Laogou disagreed and heard him say silly: "Hmph, these people are empty-handed and want to go to the gate of hell. I really don't know how to write the word "death".

"Let's wait first to see if their destination is the ancient tomb under the temple. If so, it will inevitably conflict with us." Zhao Yan whispered: "You will retreat later, I will come forward alone to try their depth."

"Okay." The few people nodded.

At this time, the six-person team was in an unprecedented heated discussion beside the temple.

"I said, why don't you sleep well? I want to come to this deserted place. This is simply incredible."

The lazy man complained loudly at the Iceberg Beauty: "Is it just because of your absurd and weird dream? Oh my God, I dreamed of going to bed with the President's wife last night. Should I take action on this tonight?"

The lazy man sneered and said, "Listen, although you are the eldest lady, the Zang family's right to speak has not yet fallen into your hands, let alone when does our Zang family need a woman to point fingers and give orders?"

"Zang Chuanxiong, if you don't want to come, no one will force you to come. As long as you are happy, you can go back now." Anger appeared on the face of the iceberg beauty Zang Lin.

Zang Chuanxiong snorted coldly and sneered: "Oh, okay, don't be so beautiful that I want to stay with you, I'm just here to protect my ancestors. Humph, if something happens to my ancestors this time, you can't afford to have a hundred!"

"You..." Zang Lin was so angry that she turned her head and stood by her side, and was too lazy to talk to Zang Chuanxiong anymore.

Zang Chuanxiong was also happy. In the family, because Zang Lin is the direct descendant and he is a branch, he was free from Zang Lin, especially Zang Lin's cold and arrogant look, which made him feel even more hated.

The ancestor stood upright, his face extremely cold. When he saw the two arguing, he immediately stopped him and said, "Don't argue again. This time, it was not Lin'er's wishful thinking. Do you know whose tomb is under this temple?"

The ancestor pointed at the dilapidated temple with red bricks and green tiles.

"This deserted village and wild ridge, countless lonely graves and ghosts, how can we know whose tomb is below?" Zang Chuanxiong waved his hand, and the monk was confused about his ancestor's words.

"Lin'er, tell me." The ancestor smiled slightly and said to Zang Lin.

Zang Lin nodded slightly, then pointed to the temple, and said tremblingly: "The ancient tomb under this temple is the tomb of our third-generation head of the Zang family, that is, our grandmother."

"What?" Zang Chuanxiong took a sip of mineral water. After hearing Zang Lin's words, he almost spit out one mouthful. He said in disbelief: "Zang Lin, you are not kidding. The generation of the great grandma has been at least hundreds of years. Can you know what happened hundreds of years ago?"

Zang Lin nodded undeniably.

Zang Chuanxiong sneered and said contemptuously: "I said, you don't think that all this was what you dreamed of, right?"

"That's right." Zang Lin nodded.

"Old ancestor, look at how unreliable she said! I guess she must have had a burnt head, or a fantasy caused by perennial frigidity. Anyway, she is talking nonsense."

Zang Chuanxiong complained with fingers, feeling that he was very reasonable, but his ancestors turned to Zang Lin and said, "Lin'er is right. The ancient tomb under the temple belongs to your great grandmother."

"Huh?" Zang Chuanxiong was stunned and then smiled, "Old ancestor, I think you must be confused after being in seclusion for forty years. Don't believe this little girl's words. The so-called most poisonous woman's heart is about a woman who looks beautiful on the outside and snakes and scorpions inside." Zang Chuanxiong spared no effort to sarcastically said Zang Lin: "This time the head of the family is strangely unconscious and has not woken up all year round. We are all very anxious. The country cannot be without a king for a day, and the family cannot be without a boss for a day. Our Zang family is in great power, and it is really impossible to have no backbone! With no choice, we invited our ancestors out of seclusion, in order to preside over the new round of elections for the head of the family, so as to free our Zang family from the quagmire as soon as possible! Who would have thought that this woman was talking nonsense and insisted on saying that she had dreams, and she had to come to this deserted village to find spiritual medicine to awaken the head of the family, hum... I guess he was intentionally destroying the election and had bad intentions?"

Zang Chuanxiong was very serious about the last few words.

"Zang Chuanxiong, you are slandering!" Zang Lin was already extremely angry.

"Stop it all."

The ancestor waved his hand and said in a tough tone: "Listen, this ancient tomb from back then was built under my nose, so Lin'er said nothing wrong."

"This time, the great grandma gave Lin'er a dream to save the crisis of our Zang family. No one should speculate!" The ancestor said. His words were loud and loud, even if they were ten meters away, they could hear them clearly.

When Zang Chuanxiong saw his ancestors angry, he was immediately silent, shrank his neck, and never dared to speak casually again.

Just kidding, who is the ancestor?

Living fossils that have lived for hundreds of years! He said one, and no one in the Zang family dared to say two!

"Um."

Zang Lin saw the doubts in Zang Chuanxiong's heart, pondered slightly, and finally said, "Actually, I have had the same dream one year ago. There are many scenes in the dream, and the scene is in this mass grave..."

Zang Lin began to tell slowly, and Zang Chuanxiong and his group listened: "About a month ago, the frequency of nightmares began to become more and more frequent. Almost as soon as I closed my eyes, scenes appeared in my mind. I... I can't get rid of this predicament at all..."

"Meow"

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, and a long white cat stood in front of the heels of several people. The white cat was snow-white all over, with rare mandarin duck eyes, folded ears, and especially the tail that was nearly one meter long, which turned out to be black and white spiral patterns, which was very strange.

At this time, the cat was holding a bloody yellow-skinned corpse in his mouth.

"It's the Yin-Yang Spirit Cat!"
Chapter completed!