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Dr. Nie, who was wearing a feather coat, looked back and his eyes suddenly became stern.

The lightning in my palm has leaked out.

She became even more anxious and flapped her wings desperately, pushing closer to the little beggar.

The little beggar used his hands and feet and backed away in horror.

Under the fluttering white feathers, sharp claws have been stretched out.

Take it straight to the little beggar's neck.

I still have a few steps to go.

But the claws had already rushed in front of the little beggar.

The little beggar closed her eyes in fear.

I gritted my teeth and pushed hard with both feet. When I jumped forward, I tried my best to strike the last palm at the same time.

boom--

Lightning flashed.

Feathers are flying.

Doctor Nie, whose entire back was almost completely burned and blackened, fell limply.

The sharp claws gently scratched the beggar's slender neck, leaving a shallow scar.

I landed on my feet and kicked Dr. Nie away.

Dragging the little beggar away from her.

She rolled a few times and turned to her back, revealing a lifeless face.

There were some large burn scars on his face.

When she saw me struggling to rescue the little beggar, she probably thought that the other person was my important person and couldn't defeat me head-on, so she wanted to use the little beggar to threaten me.

Unfortunately, the wishful thinking was wrong.

The palm from the well couldn't even kill two black birdmen, let alone her?

The last move is being reserved to deal with her.

I caught my breath, walked to the side with the little beggar, and pulled out my long knife from the ground.

Pulling-

At this moment, Dr. Nie, who was originally dying, suddenly flapped his few remaining feathers desperately and flew into the sky.

It didn't fly very high before it fell crookedly like a kite with its string broken, and quickly fell down the mountain.

I didn't chase it.

He took a deep breath and sat down on the ground.

I used Thunder Punishment this night, and all five palm thunders were used up, and my body was extremely exhausted.

Not a good time to go in pursuit.

Now that it was completely safe, I relaxed and showed a hint of fatigue.

The Qiankun bag also contains the dry food and water that I bought before.

I took it out and gave some to the little beggar.

Gululu drank a whole bottle of water and ate some bread, feeling a little better.

The little beggar also devoured it, crying again as he ate, calling for me indistinctly.

The little mouse came out of her pocket and chirped to comfort her.

The two cats ran over, licked their dry mouths, and stared at the little mouse with bright eyes.

The fur all over the little mouse stood up and he hid in a hurry.

"No matter how hungry you are, you can't eat other people's pets." I fed them some water and dried meat.

But one night, I felt like they had lost weight.

Be sure to reward them well when you go back.

Although this live broadcast was particularly long and full of twists and turns, the rewards were not small.

I'm not in the mood to look at the specific rewards right now.

After every live broadcast, I can only feel completely at ease when I return to the village in the city.

After resting for a while, I patted the ground.

"Come out."

A small hole opened in the ground, and a little old man with a gray beard and a white beard walked out slowly on crutches.

It had a smile on its face, its eyes shone with shrewd light, and it looked like it was in a good mood.

Behind it, there was also a little old man in a gray robe, but he was smaller and not as old. He also had a furry pointed mouth.

The two cats looked very scared.

It is the so-called clockkeeper.

When we fought with the old turtle before, it just happened to escape in the chaos, and no one cared about it.

Now, the two cats were very tired and had no intention of caring about them.

The little beggar opened his eyes and looked at them curiously, forgetting to even cry.

The little mouse poked its little head out of the pocket and seemed a little excited.

"What should I call you? Mountain God? Or Mountain God Lord?" I snorted coldly.

"Don't take it seriously. I'm just an old guy who has lived a little longer. I don't dare to claim to be a god." The old man said modestly.

"Those dead miners don't think so. They think you are gods."

"Because of the respect and care of the miners, our family lives a very peaceful life in this mountain. In fact, we should thank them."

There was some sincerity in the old man's shrewd eyes.

"Thank you? If you really want to thank me, why didn't you save people when the mining accident happened?" I slowly lit a cigarette with a look of contempt on my face.

"We tried our best." The old man sighed helplessly.

"Our clan is weak and can't do much to help them resist the disaster. The whole clan can only dig a tunnel to let them hide in a deeper place."

"I wanted to avoid the disaster and dig a passage for them to get out, but I didn't expect it."

"There is a greater disaster hidden deep in the ground!"

I sneered: "Oh, you have been living in this mountain, don't you know what is under the ground?"

"Years ago, a Xuanwu was sealed here, but it has been sleeping peacefully for so many years."

The old man lowered his head.

"We didn't know it would suddenly wake up."

"But no matter what, they finally survived. At least there is hope for survival."

"Bullshit!" I blew out a smoke ring, "Deep underground, without seeing the sun all year round, the living people are neither humans nor ghosts, so it is better to die early and be reincarnated!"

"There is nothing we can do." The old man said with a bitter look on his face, "Not only are they suffering, but we are not much better either."

"How many of the same kind died under that Xuanwu's eyes, turning into monsters just like the workers."

It turns out those monsters with long tails are rats. Let me tell you, it would be too scary if they were all humans.

But that doesn't erase the old rat's sins.

"So, you deliberately told outsiders about Jin Guang's clues, led them into the cave, and helped you deal with the enemy Old Turtle, right?"

"Master, you have misunderstood. This is what Xuanwu ordered us to do. Otherwise, our entire clan will suffer disaster."

the old rat argued.

"The old turtle is dead. You can blame everything on it. Forget it, I don't want to argue with you about this."

I stared at the old mouse coldly.

"Is this the dream you gave Huizi?"

"Nothing can be hidden from the master's eyes!" The old mouse kept his posture very low, "Actually, it was not me who was dreaming, but he saw me with his own eyes, but he thought it was a dream."

"Oh, why?"

"He didn't know that he was dead. A trace of his soul remained in the mountain. Because of our care, he could barely survive until now."

"The day of the mining accident was also his grandfather's last day. He happened to go up the mountain to pick up his grandfather after work, but he did not escape the disaster."

"He is a filial child, and we couldn't bear to tell him the truth, so"

"You are self-righteous!" I interrupted the old mouse coldly, "If you really do him good, you should save him and enter reincarnation early, instead of instilling hatred day after day."

The old mouse hurriedly said: "We also want to use his mouth to prevent outsiders from messing around."

"Wrong!" I shouted sharply, "The legend of the mountain god spread in the mine will only make people believe that there is treasure here and attract more people to come!"

"Now, you have won the battle with the old turtle. You should be happy now, right?"