Tomb Robber: I am Hu Bayi’s cousin

"Hey, why don't you guys prepare a preview before you come? This is the art of evil. The art of evil is called the three evil arts in southern Yunnan along with poison and head-dropping."

"According to legend, the unique technique uses the souls of the dead as a medium. The greater the number of wronged souls, the greater the power of this unique technique."

"Using a pill called "Yin", after it is swallowed by a living person, its seven orifices will be sealed, and it will parasitize and lay eggs in the living person's body."

"In about three to five days, more and more eggs are laid, and all the flesh and blood and internal organs in the human body become nutrients for the larvae, and the body is emptied out in a short period of time."

"Due to the rapid loss of moisture in a short period of time, human skin will dry up quickly and become as hard as tree bark and stone shell."

"According to ancient documents, King Xian is extremely good at this kind of evil technique." Hu Ming shook his head helplessly and replied.

"Hu Ming, what do you mean?" Shirley Yang asked.

"If nothing else, we have indeed found the right location. This place must be related to the Tomb of King Xian."

"And you see, Zhelong Mountain is surrounded by the Snake River, a tributary of the Lanjiang River. It is indeed a rare Feng Shui treasure land!"

Looking at Zhelong Mountain looming in the distance, Hu Ming nodded.

"Mingzi, according to your statement, how cruel must Xian Wang be?"

"This human chrysalis is actually made of a living person. How painful was that person before death?"

Hu Bayi and Fatty felt their hair stand on end. They couldn't bear the pain just thinking about it.

"Hmph, do you think human life was valuable in ancient feudal dynasties?"

"For high-level nobles and emperors, human life is really just a number. Think about our two little ancestors in Niuxin Mountain."

"However, considering the public outrage and the issue of dominance, I am afraid that the people used to make these human chrysalis are prisoners of war, criminals, slaves and the like."

"So, fat man, be lucky. With your body type, if you live in this Xianwang Dynasty, you will be the best material for the evil spell!"

As he said that, Hu Ming couldn't help but make fun of the fat man.

"Mingzi, don't scare me!" The fat man twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling a chill in his back.

"By the way, don't mention this once you get in the car."

"The ethnic minority people on this bus all know a little bit of Mandarin."

"Especially you, Fatty, don't think that people don't understand Mandarin. Don't let anything slip." Seeing the driver already greeting people to get in the car and about to start driving again, Hu Ming felt a little uncomfortable thinking about Fatty's unreliability. He warned reassuringly.

"No, Mingzi, how did you know about this?" Hu Bayi and Fatty looked at each other and asked curiously.

"Do you think I really just enjoyed the scenery like you all the way?"

"I had a brief exchange with the tea farmer sitting next to me and learned some information about the surrounding area. I also checked some ancient things here before coming here."

"We will get off the bus with the two tea farmers later. They are also going to Zhelong Mountain."

"This car does not go directly to Zhelong Mountain. If you follow them, you can avoid taking a few detours." As they spoke, several people had already returned to the car.

It's just that when this happened, the driver obviously drove much slower.

On the way, Hu Ming chatted with the tea farmer sitting next to him who spoke Mandarin.

It didn't take long for a few people to get out of the car with the tea farmers. This place is full of high mountains, deep valleys and dense forests, sparsely populated, and there are faint paths of people walking through the forest.

After about two hours, the group finally arrived at Zhelong Mountain.

"Mingzi, thanks to you and the tea farmers for getting information this time.

"Otherwise we will really have to take a lot of detours and we may not be able to find this place."

"If it weren't for the locals, I really wouldn't have been able to find the forest path, let alone this place to stay."

"Otherwise, we might have to sleep in the wilderness for a few nights." Fatty said with emotion as he looked at the "Caiyun Inn" in front of him.

There are no villages near here, only this inn that provides food and accommodation for the merchants who collect tea here.

Except for Hu Ming and his party, and a few tea farmers, there were no other guests.

The innkeeper is a Bai woman, and there is a little girl named Peacock, her husband's sister, who is about fifteen or sixteen years old.

After the group settled down, it was getting late.

"Madam boss, we are from Sijiu City. We are going to Worm Valley to catch butterflies for the museum."

"Do you know if there is a shortcut to Worm Valley?" After dinner, Shirley Yang asked the landlady.

Zhelong Mountain towers into the clouds, and the mountain is steep and majestic. It is a big problem to climb over it and get to the Insect Valley.

"I know, I know. There is a tunnel under Zhelong Mountain. You can ride a bamboo raft through the mountain with the current without having to climb over the mountain."

"But there are a lot of dead people there and they are often haunted." At this time, the little peacock looked at Hu Ming and the others strangely and said.

Hu Ming and Hu Ba looked at each other, and then except the fat man who stayed to chat, the others all went back to the room upstairs.

"Mingzi, I heard that the tea sellers are going to collect tea tomorrow. Should we continue to follow them?" Hu Bayi said, looking at Hu Ming.

After listening to Hu Bayi's words, Hu Ming shook his head: "If you don't follow them, they will go to pick tea in a different way from us."

"What should we do?"

"Mingzi, I just heard from the landlady that the roads here are very difficult. It's our first time here. Is it okay?"

At this moment, Hu Ming glanced at the fat man who was chatting with the proprietress downstairs and said with a smile, "At this time, the fat man knows what he should do."

"Come up after he finishes talking."

Soon, the fat man finally went upstairs with unsatisfied feelings. As soon as Hu Ba saw him entering the room, he immediately joked: "What's up, fat man? We've been chatting all afternoon. We won't just talk sweet words!"

"Get lost! We are talking about business!"

"Besides, those are already dozens of years old, am I really that fat?"

"Okay, I asked. If you want to go to the valley inside Zhelong Mountain, you can only take the tunnel under the mountain, which is a waterway."

"Put a bamboo raft through it. It's the fastest and you don't have to climb mountains one after another!"

"However, I just heard that it is haunted and people often die there. She told us not to go."

At this moment, Fatty also told the news he had inquired about one by one...