"My condolences to Miss Meihui, people cannot be resurrected after death, we have to keep walking!" Nalanhong patted Meihui on the shoulder and comforted him.

"Yes, let's go! Go to the Dragon Veins of the Qing Dynasty! If I want to catch those two bastards, I have to tear them apart!" Meihui stood up fiercely, regardless of others heading towards the flying route of the big crow displayed on the electronic screen.

Go.

I knelt in front of Lao Xie's body and refused to leave. His death was related to me. I was too cautious. If Nalanhong and I had come out earlier, it wouldn't have been like this. Objectively speaking, it was our selfishness that led to his death.

die.

"Don't be like this. You did the right thing in the situation just now. It's just that we didn't realize that the Tongjia family and the Fucha family had joined forces. Brother Wushuang, let's go. He can't come back to life even if you kneel down like this. Brother Bao

There are spirits in the sky who definitely hope that you can enter the Dragon Vein of the Qing Dynasty, and hope that you and their lady can be happy." Nalanhong pulled me up from the snow.

I sighed, said goodbye to this old friend reluctantly, and told Nalanhong to have his men prepare a coffin for Lao Xie and bury him in this holy mountain.

Meihui didn't say a word along the way, her face was red from suppressing it, and her heart was on fire. She was looking forward to meeting Tong Jiefang and Fu Qichao again and asking them to redeem her fate. Because of Lao Xie's death, I was originally full of confidence, but now

I also felt lost. The atmosphere was very depressing, and the mood was contagious. Even Nalan Hong’s expression was extremely solemn. Everyone here had dealt with that honest Mongolian man, and it was all because of Lao Xie

Only by sacrificing your life to save yourself at critical moments can you survive in the world. So his departure was a huge blow to us young people, casting a gloomy shadow over the entire adventure.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, maybe even God sheds tears for Xie Guanbao's departure.

"You can't do this. I'm very sad that Brother Bao is gone, but we can't enter the Dragon Vein of the Qing Dynasty with emotions. We are not here for revenge!" Nan Haiyue was still soberer than us at this time.

Meihui walked forward without saying a word, waving her Kozo sword and chopping the branches of the tree next to her to vent her emotions.

"Don't move, Meihui... don't leave!" Nalanhong suddenly scolded Meihui.

Meihui turned back and glared at him: "Do you want you to take care of it?"

I knew that Nalanhong would never tease her, so I rushed forward and pulled him back from the front. "Xiaolan, what's wrong?"

"Lend me your Luoyang shovel," Nalanhong said.

I casually took the Luoyang shovel out of the bag and handed it to him. He walked to the route Meihui had just traveled and started digging carefully.

"Wushuang, we have reached the end ahead. Did you see the cliff not far away? I heard that you have some knowledge of Fengshui. Let's see what the details are."

I looked up and saw, oh, this cliff is so dangerous. It almost goes straight up and down. It stands bare in the middle of the mountain. There is not a single snowflake on it. The route we have been traveling on was made by our ancestors who passed here.

There is a trail. Fortunately, it is winter now, and the thorns and bryophytes have been covered by the heavy snow. This mountain trail winds all the way to the west, rising, until it reaches the edge of the cliff and rushes into the sky again.

I also looked carefully at that time. Judging from the tree shades on the left and right and the sunny area during the day, this should be the potential of a hidden dragon, a remnant of the Qing Dynasty Dragon Vein. It is precisely because of this that I walked all the way.
Chapter completed!