The air is filled with the fishy smell of bloodthirsty.

There are also eye-catching tigers that come out to look for food, leopards squatting on the treetops waiting for rabbits, and even black bears that blend into the night...

Any one of these ferocious beasts is the overlord of the mountains and the top of the food chain.

Even for practitioners like Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang, who are considered strong among humans, it is still difficult to meet these overlords in the mountains alone.

But tonight, these overlords had just appeared in front of them, and before they had time to show their majesty, two white figures suddenly appeared behind the three humans.

The momentum of the Wolf King and his son is invincible, and the purple pupils show the majesty of the ancient bloodline. The pressure of the bloodline is like a majestic mountain peak pressing on the heads of these mountain overlords, making them instinctively fear, retreat, and flee from these humans in panic.

"Zhuiyun and his son have more cards in the mountains than we do!"

Not daring to influence Taoist Yuan who was holding the compass in front of him, Yang Ruoqing spoke to Luo Fengtang in a low voice.

Luo Fengtang smiled faintly and looked at Zhui Feng who was opening the way ahead, "That's true."

The morning light appeared in the east, and the sky gradually became brighter. A fiery red sun struggled from the eastern horizon and jumped into the sky.

Daochang Yuan finally stopped and looked directly at the white mist-shrouded cliff at his feet: "This is it!"

"One hundred and eighty-two lives in Jiangjiapo, plus Jiang Xiucai who was caught and thrown off the cliff when he came out to look for medicine, are all here."

…

A rope, a mountaineering pick, a bow and arrow, and a dagger.

Luo Fengtang insisted that Yang Ruoqing stay on top and went down the cliff alone.

Taoist priest Yuan sat cross-legged on a big stone, closed his eyes, and muttered something.

Yang Ruoqing stood by the rope that tied the big tree, her gaze firmly fixed below.

Zhui Yun Zhui Feng couldn't get down, so he waited with her up there.

Time passed bit by bit.

The sun gradually rose into the sky, but Luo Fengtang still didn't come up, and Yang Ruoqing became increasingly anxious.

Just when she was about to go down to pick him up in person, the rope suddenly shook. She quickly grabbed the rope and stared at the bottom of the cliff.

The visibility is very low, and there is white mist underneath. All kinds of strange plants grow on both sides of the cliff, and wild flowers that cannot be seen on the ground are in bloom.

At first glance, this place looks like a fairyland on earth, but underneath the fairyland is filled with resentment. This is purgatory on earth!

Luo Fengtang finally penetrated the layers of white fog and climbed up along the rope.

"You're not injured anywhere, are you?"

After pulling him up, the first thing Yang Ruoqing did was look at his whole body.

Being cared for like this made Luo Fengtang feel warm in his heart. However, the things at the bottom of the cliff were too heavy for him to respond to her concern with a smile.

"I'm fine, don't worry," he said.

"That's good." Yang Ruoqing felt relieved, and then asked: "What's the situation at the bottom of the cliff?"

Luo Fengtang glanced at Taoist Yuan. At this time, Taoist Yuan had also opened his eyes and looked at him. The Taoist's eyes were filled with determination.

Luo Fengtang nodded: "There is no water underneath, it is just a piece of grass. Although decades have passed, the bones are still there."

Yang Ruoqing frowned slightly, "They must have been waiting for this day for a long time..."

Taoist priest Yuan had already stood up from the boulder. He shook the fly whisk in his arms and said, "This is their own wish so that we can find their skeletons. In this case, let's do what we have discussed in advance.
Chapter completed!