Doomsday Rise

"Yan'er, how are you?" Liu Wei'an asked softly.

"I...it's fine!" Yan'er looked blankly, looking at the white world, surprised: "How could this happen?" Looking at her hands, then at Dongfang Herring, "I'm not dead!"

She vaguely knew that all of this was related to herself, but she didn't know exactly how.

"It's fine, don't worry about these things." Liu Weian patted Yan'er on the shoulder, her body has returned to normal, and she no longer exudes cold air. As long as there is no threat, her ability will automatically hide.

boom!

A lump of ice suddenly fell from the dead tree, it was a crow, which startled Yan'er.

"Huh? No!" Liu Wei'an didn't care at first, but suddenly realized what Lightning looked up, and the ice crystals shattered, revealing a small crow the size of a palm. Other crows are the size of two palms, but this one is only twice the size of a palm. Its small size is a trivial matter, the most important thing is that there is a handful of white hairs on its head.

Crows have white hair, which is unscientific no matter how you look at it.

"Oh, grandpa fell to death!" The little crow let out a scream, flapped its wings, threw away the ice scum, walked with a limp, and then curled up again, "Grandpa froze to death!"

"Ah—this crow can talk." Yan'er was extremely surprised.

"I'm not a crow, of course I can talk." The little crow raised his head and looked at Yan'er and Liu Weian with very proud eyes. Its eyeballs are white, not black, and they are staring blankly, making people feel hairy when looking at it.

"You are the crow." Yan'er shrank her body, and straightened up again when she thought of Liu Wei'an by her side. She was terrified of big crows, but this little crow seemed less dangerous.

"Grandpa is the soul of the crow's body. In essence, grandpa is still a human being, not a bird." The little crow emphasized.

"Oh!" Yan'er looked at the little crow curiously. I don't understand how the human soul and the crow's body coexist.

"Junior Liu Wei'an, I have seen the senior! I don't know what the senior is called?" Liu Wei'an clasped his fists. He had seen the little beggar, and the servant of the little beggar was a talking skeleton.

"I am—" the little crow suddenly stopped talking, shaking his head: "No, no, I can't say my old man's name casually, otherwise there will be big problems. Well, I can't say it, so you can call me Senior Crow."

"Didn't you say you

Not a crow? "Yan'er couldn't help but interjected.

"Being called a crow doesn't mean it's a crow. Some people call it a dog egg. Could it be that he is a dog egg?" the little crow asked back.

"No!" Yan'er shook her head.

"Senior Crow, are those crows... still alive?" Liu Weian judged by himself, these crows were all frozen to death, if it wasn't for the little crow, he would be very confident in his judgment, but now he is not confident.

Isn't the little crow alive and well?

"Dead, frozen by the power of 'Yin', do you still want to live? They are not real soul chasers, but just some losers." The little crow's tone was very contemptuous.

"Why aren't you dead?" Yan'er asked.

"My old man is naturally different, how can we put the loser and the old man side by side, it makes no sense." The little crow was very angry.

"I'm sorry, old man, I just think you are younger." Yan'er apologized.

"Small size doesn't mean weak strength, understand? I really don't understand your brain is so stupid, why did Yin choose you? Is it because you have a lot of water in your brain?" The little crow has a stinky mouth.

"When did senior come here, are you familiar with this ruin?" Liu Wei'an remained vigilant when he spoke. Everything was frozen to death except it. Although the little crow didn't emit any dangerous aura, he felt that this thing was not simple, and there was nothing wrong with being careful.

"You kid trying to trick me?" The little crow squinted at Liu Wei'an: "You are still too young, but you really asked the right person, no one knows this relic better than me, no, the relic of fart,

Who told you that this is a relic, this is a tomb. "

"Whose tomb?" Liu Wei'an asked.

"The tomb of the second generation king." The little crow said proudly.

"Human king!" Liu Wei'an was taken aback, and then expressed doubts: "No, if it is the tomb of a human king, the layout is wrong, and the terrain here cannot match the aura of a king at all. At most, it is a tomb of a prince."

"The three talents are respected together, and they come from all sides. Such a terrain is rare in the world. You even said that the terrain is wrong. Do you know Fengshui?" The little crow looked at Liu Wei'an suspiciously, "Which school did you learn from, and what did you learn?"

"There is no school, no school, self-taught." Liu Weian said honestly.

"..." The little crow said angrily: "If you don't move, don't talk nonsense. If it's just the tomb of the princes, it can trap my old man——can make my old man linger and forget to leave, won't he be willing to leave?"

"So you were trapped here." Although the little crow changed his mouth quickly, Yan'er could hear clearly.

"Fart, I stayed here voluntarily." The little crow was furious.

"So that's the case, we won't bother senior, let's say goodbye!" Liu Wei'an cupped his hands, and turned around with Yan'er.

"Wait for me—" the little crow became impatient, and flapper wings flew over, regardless of whether Yan'er was willing to land on her shoulders: "I'll leave with you, I feel destined to be with you."

"Oh——" Yan'er obviously disliked the little crow, but she didn't dare to chase it away. She looked at Liu Wei'an aggrievedly with a bit of panic on her face: "My lord——"

"Don't be afraid, senior is so old, he won't bully girls. Besides, whether men and women can kiss or not, senior looks like a self-respecting person, not the kind of wretched old man who takes advantage of girls. He must have fallen into the wrong place." Liu Wei'an smiled.

"You are very insidious." The little crow reluctantly left Yan'er's shoulder, hovered in mid-air for a long time before landing on Liu Wei'an's shoulder, and said angrily: "It's cheap for you, let's go."

"Where are you going, senior?" Liu Weian asked, his expression still respectful.

"Go out, do you want to have dinner here?" The little crow said impatiently.

"The juniors come here to hunt for treasures. You can't return empty-handed after entering the treasure mountain. This is the rule. Now that you haven't got anything, you can't go out." Liu Wei'an said.

"The old man has been hovering here for thousands of years, can the baby still wait for you? You are late." The little crow said triumphantly.

"So you are a grave robber." Yan'er said.

"What kind of tomb robber is so ugly. Treasures buried in the ground will rot after a long time. For treasures, this is a great waste. I am determined to save the treasures. I am a great treasure porter, not an inferior tomb robber." The little crow said loudly.

"Senior is right." Liu Wei'an said with a smile: "Senior's eyes are of course peerless treasures. Junior's requirements are not high, and leftovers are fine. Even if it is broken and useless, junior also likes it. At least it has increased knowledge. If senior is willing to give advice, I believe I will gain something soon, and we can go out early."

"Your boy is very bad, let's go." The little crow knew that Liu Weian had seen through the fact that he couldn't get out, so he used this as a threat to force him to lead the way. Although it was a transaction, he felt very uncomfortable. For many years, he was the only one who threatened others, and he had never been threatened before.

Not a good thing!