Grave Robber: Beginnings Fusion Hydra Cypress

Kunlun Mountain, known as the ancestor of all mountains since ancient times, is the birthplace of the Chinese ancestor dragon.

The so-called ancestor dragon refers to the first dragon vein in the world.

The dragon vein is a mountain range in Feng Shui. The Kunlun Mountains stretch across thousands of miles, majestic and majestic. The nine largest dragon veins in the world all originate from here.

It was the coldest time of the year, when the wind was biting.

In the depths of the snow-capped mountains thousands of feet high, the weather was bad and there were few pedestrians.

A thick layer of ice formed on the ground. Looking around, thousands of miles of ice and snow covered the ground.

At the southern foot of Kunlun, there is a small village with more than a hundred households at the foot of the mountain.

The doors of every household in the village were closed, and the villagers were hiding from the wind and snow at home, sitting on the pit head drinking and bragging.

Just as they were drinking, they were in a house at the head of the village.

The male owner accidentally looked out the window and saw a vague figure in the wind and snow.

"Hey, why are there still people outside in such a heavy snowstorm?"

It is the coldest time of the year now, with the outdoor temperature close to minus 40 degrees Celsius, coupled with the howling cold wind.

In this kind of weather, if you stay outside, you will be frozen in less than half an hour.

The hostess came to the window, wiped the mist on the window, and saw clearly.

"It looks like a foreigner, no, a foreigner?"

But on the road in the distance, there was a tall figure, walking alone in the snowstorm, with calm and firm steps.

The man was tall, wearing only a windbreaker, with messy curly hair and dark skin, and looked like a South Asian.

The male owner immediately jumped down from the pit, put on the dog fur coat, and walked out.

"It looks like a foreign tourist who has lost his way. It's so cold, he can't stay outside, he will freeze to death."

The hostess quickly grabbed a coat and threw it to him.

"Let him wear it too."

The male owner took the coat, pushed the door out, and walked towards the man in the snowstorm.

When he walked up to him, he took a closer look and found that he was indeed a foreigner who looked like an Indian.

This man looked to be in his thirties. He was handsome among the Indians, with a tall figure and a resolute face.

"Hello, good-looking, are you lost?"

The male host didn't know how to say Indian, but he knew that India was once a colony of the British Empire and that Indians basically spoke English, so he greeted him in kindergarten-level English.

The Indian didn't stop, and looked straight ahead, as if nothing could disturb him.

"I'm not lost, I know exactly where to go."

The male host was relieved when he heard this, thinking that this guy's Chinese was so good, so he didn't need to speak English.

"Then where are you going? Within a hundred miles, there is only our village. Going further is the road up the mountain, and there are no houses on the mountain."

The Indian stopped and looked down at the enthusiastic male host who was a head shorter than him.

He smiled slightly and said.

"I just want to go up the mountain."

The male owner was shocked and thought to himself, it is said that foreigners like to die, no, they like adventure, it seems that it is true.

Going up the mountain in such cold weather is like looking for death.

He quickly handed over the coat in his hand.

"You want to go up the mountain, now is not the season, wait until winter is over, when spring is warm and flowers are blooming, there will be guides in the village to take you up the mountain to play."

"Put on the coat first, don't freeze."

The Indian waved his hand gently.

"No, I'm not cold."

The male owner was stunned. This guy might have a problem with his brain. Is he an international friend who ran away from a mental hospital?

No, he can't die on the mountain.

First coax him into the house, then call the mental hospital and ask them to pick him up.

Having made up his mind, the male owner hurriedly said.

"Even if you are going up the mountain, you must be hungry."

"We just stewed a big pig's trotter at home, it's delicious, and there is also aged wine."

"Come in and have a drink to warm yourself up."

The Indian thought for a moment, nodded, and followed the male owner into the yard.

But in his heart, he was thinking, it seems that I am still a little short of God, and I can't completely give up the desires of the flesh.

As soon as he stepped into the yard, the big black dog guarding the door began to bark wildly, as if he was crazy.

The male owner hurried over and kicked him, scolding.

"This is an international friend, you have seen it before, why are you making a fuss."

The big black dog ignored the owner's scolding, and continued to bark wildly, even trying to break free from the chain and pounce on people.

A glimmer of coldness flashed in the Indian man's eyes, and a faint breath was released.

Woo woo woo~

The big black dog suddenly foamed at the mouth, turned over and fell to the ground and twitched violently.

The male owner was shocked when he saw it.

"Dogs can also have epilepsy? I have lived for decades, but this is the first time I have seen it."

He hurried forward to check, but found that the black dog had died!

The female owner ran out immediately when she saw this. The dog she had raised for ten years died inexplicably, and she couldn't help crying on the spot.

"Master, it seems that it stole the meat bait with rat poison."

"Wait until the weather clears up and find a place to bury it."

The male owner sighed helplessly and had to give up.

The couple invited the guests into the house. The house was steaming hot, with a temperature of 27 or 28 degrees, which was completely different from the outside.

After seeing the sumptuous dishes on the table, the Indians sat down with their horses and golden swords without being polite.

As soon as the hostess brought the dishes and chopsticks from the kitchen, she saw him reaching out to fish out a piece of meat from the hot pot and stuffing it directly into his mouth.

"Why are you using your hands? You'll get burned..."

The male host quickly pulled her aside and whispered.

"This man may have escaped from the mental hospital. Let's stabilize him first. You go call the hospital in the city and go quickly."

The hostess then entered the back room, while the male host smiled and drank with her.

"I heard that Tianzhu people eat with their hands. You can use whatever you like, as long as it's not too hot for you."

While talking, the Tianzhu man had stuffed several pieces of meat into his stomach and sucked his fingers with satisfaction.

“It tastes great.”

As he spoke, he glanced around the room and said again.

"It seems that the conditions at your home are not good, and you don't even have servants."

The male host couldn't help laughing and said.

"What age have you been? You're still a servant."

"Now is a new society, where everyone is equal and no longer has the trap of feudal society."

As soon as these words came out, Tianzhu smiled softly and nodded.

"I forgot."

He was born into a high-caste Kshatriya noble family, and his family had more than a hundred servants, which was normal in India.

Then, he said again.

"You and your wife are both kind-hearted people. That's great."

"When the new world is established in the future, people like you will be qualified to survive."

When the male host heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"What the hell?"

However, he felt relieved immediately.

What is true between me and a mental patient? What he says is what he says.