The finale is finally here. In the blink of an eye, this book has nearly 1.4 million words. It has almost swallowed up all my time for more than half a year. Every author treats his novels as his own children and protects his shortcomings. Wushuang dare not say anything about this book.

It is absolutely perfect, but it has put all my energy into it for more than six months. I wrote it with my heart, and it has been recognized and rewarded by everyone. I would like to thank all the readers who have been following me, thank you! Thank you to my editor Lin Lin,

Thanks to the 69 Book Bar Literature platform for allowing me to present this book to everyone.

People have their ups and downs, and the moon waxes and wanes. Although I, like everyone else, am very reluctant to part with this book, it is still over. Every character in the book is so vivid in everyone's mind, and some

The clever Wushuang, the playful and cute Meihui, the handsome Nalanhong, the stunningly beautiful Nanhaiyue, and the sexy Lu Haotian... The more I write to the end, the more sad I feel.

Of course, I have to say that I also have many shortcomings. For example, there are many typos, the plot description is difficult, and the stories rarely include love stories that everyone is interested in. I will try my best to make up for this shortcoming in future books. As for everyone

The update of the reflection is slow, which I still don’t agree with. This is a suspense thriller, and the creation will naturally not be compared with romance novels. I will try my best to update you as much as possible. If you have any other shortcomings, you can leave me a message.

, or point it out to me in the reader group.

The creation of this book went through a lot of ups and downs. It was revised from the earliest 69 Book Bar to the male channel with different owners. Finally, I had no choice but to move the book to the female channel. Most readers who first came to the female channel were frightened by the male channel.

I don’t really agree with my writing style, but as the number of words in the series increases, I’m very grateful that everyone still noticed my book. It’s also because so many people praised it that this book was finally selected as a high-quality article by the platform.

I’ve thanked everyone who deserves thanks, let’s talk about something else. First of all, I want to express my feelings. I found that more than half of my readers read pirated serials. I understand everyone. After all, it costs money to read the original version. It costs a penny.

You feel distressed when you read books, but everyone... Just imagine, if everyone in the world reads pirated copies, how will we professional authors make a living? This is our job, and shouldn’t we be paid for our work? If you like

An author's book, so why can't you save 10 yuan a month to support us? Ten yuan can't buy you a loss, nor can you be fooled. Besides, for ten yuan you can read almost all the novels in the entire bookstore for free. Itself

This is a consumption concept, this is just a way of entertainment for everyone after dinner. Let us oppose piracy, fight against piracy, and despise piracy!

Wushuang will not rest after the completion of this novel. I am still revising the new article. I believe you will see Wushuang's new book serialized in a few days.

In the next few days, I will serialize a few chapters of the new book for everyone here. Please continue to support me and pay attention to Wushuang's new book. Wushuang kneels down to everyone here, my dear readers.

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Originally, "Fox Fairy" had already been serialized with 300,000 words, but I didn't expect that this year it would be the turn of the Celestial Dynasty's literary inquisition, and it had to be temporarily blocked. In order to make up for everyone's losses, I dedicated to everyone the long-awaited sequel to the Tomb Bride, which is tentatively named.

:Happy Little Enemy: Miss Tomb Robber.

In the new book, the three brothers Wushuang, Nalanhong and Mouzi will continue to lead everyone to explore the unknown mysteries and bizarre encounters. It is a pity that Meihui has left, but a new heroine has been ushered in,

This girl looks fresh and refined, and she seems to be carved from the same mold as the deceased Meihui. Is God playing a trick on Wushuang?

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The following is the opening promotion of the new book: Miss Tomb Robber

Night...boundless loneliness...

From time to time, the eerie howls of owls and cuckoos could be heard in the mountain forest, and sometimes the howling wind. She wrapped her thin clothes tightly around her body and quickened her pace.

She had been walking for several hours, but the pitch-black forest was still spreading endlessly, surrounded by looming mist. She panicked and bumped into an old tree. This was a towering old tree.

The tree was covered with thorns that stung her delicate little face.

"Huh...huh...huh..." She breathed heavily.

There were several blood blisters on the soles of her feet, and she could no longer walk. She leaned on the old tree and looked up at the bright stars in the sky. Although the stars were very colorful, they could not dispel the gloom in her heart. She didn't know.

Where is this? I just want to go out quickly, find a comfortable little bed, drink a glass of hot water, and then have a good sleep.

But all this is fantasy. She has no matches, and no fantasy in fairy tales. The "ghosts" in the mountains are devouring her innocent and playful heart little by little.

"Dong dong... dong dong dong... dong dong dong dong..." Suddenly there was a sound of knocking on the wooden board not far away. The sound was very clear and was not an illusion.

"Is there anyone there?" She bravely shouted. After shouting, she regretted it. Where did the people come from in the barren mountains and wild mountains? That was clearly the call of the God of Death.

"Dong dong... dong dong dong..." The knocking sounds continued one after another, as if calling her, this special visitor, to show her the route.

She exhaled a breath, slapped the dust behind her butt a few times, and walked towards the knocking sound dully, one step, two steps, three steps... Her body was extremely stiff, and every movement was not made by her brain.

Command. In the barren mountains, the lush weeds scratched her white calves and torn her pink skirt. She was unconscious, guided and charmed by the mysterious knocking sound like a zombie.

It was a dark hole, hidden among the grass. The knocking sound came from this mysterious sinkhole. When she stopped, the knocking sound also came suddenly. She regained consciousness.

, knelt down and looked inside. A gloomy wind blew in the face like a ghost crying and a wolf howling, accompanied by a stench.

This feeling seemed familiar, and she couldn't remember when she had experienced it.

She knew that she couldn't escape tonight, and that thing wouldn't let her go. She finally summoned up the courage to row along the edge of the sinkhole. The sinkhole was not deep, and after a few seconds, her body fell into the pit.

She lay on the soft soil, and the fishy smell of the soil filled her nose, and she couldn't help but sneeze.

In order to welcome her as a special visitor, the owner lit up many strange ores in the sinkhole. Suddenly, the scene in the cave was unobstructed. The space under the sinkhole was very spacious and could accommodate ten people walking side by side. The hole she fell into seemed to have been there for many years.

It was formed by the erosion of rainwater, but it is not a real entrance, and the road in the cave is also very smooth, with pieces of pine flower stones neatly stacked together leading to the end. Each piece of pine flower stone tablet is engraved with the pattern of the swimming dragon.

Strange ore rock masses protruded from the surrounding cave walls. Tick-tock...tick-tock...tick...the water droplets fell along the bottom of the rock to the stone slab on the ground. For thousands of years, the water droplets did not penetrate the Songhua stone tablets, but instead

This smooth corridor was extremely clean, without even a single footprint.

Footprints... She couldn't help but shiver. It would be the most terrifying thing if there were really footprints on this corridor.

She looked around and saw that the east side of the corridor was dark, so dark that she couldn't see her fingers. Only on the west side were the natural ores faintly glowing with color. People's awareness of danger actually only depends on the intensity of light and human physiological structure.

It's very special, unlike animals that like to hide in the dark to avoid danger. In other words, humans are afraid of the dark because darkness represents mystery, and they don't know that there are mysterious dangers hidden in the darkness.

The corridor was very long and flat. She walked for an unknown amount of time, and finally reached the western end of the corridor. It was a huge artificially dug cave. The entire space was an oval, supported by four golden pillars. She stood

Looking up from where he was, he seemed to be as insignificant as a tiny ant in this space.

"Dong dong dong... dong dong dong..." The violent impact sounded again, this time so close to her, just a few meters above her head.

She raised her head and took a closer look. She was so frightened that she sat down on the ground and didn't even dare to open her eyes and look at the thing again. It was a big red coffin, as big as a train car. It had four corners with four

The thick iron chain sticking out of the pillar was tightly tied to the sky and the ground. The thing was still banging against the giant coffin.

Did it want to come out? Did it call itself over to ask her to help break free? This giant coffin has been hanging here for an unknown number of years, and the guy inside is still immortal. She opened her eyes and stood up straight.

, after making sure that the guy wouldn't break free from the giant coffin, she raised her head and took a closer look.

In those terrible legends, the monsters in the mountains are all locked up by heavenly soldiers and generals. Where is this monster?

The little girl's courage came from nowhere, and her petite body climbed up along the iron chain as thick as her thigh. She wanted to save it, but she knew that she would not be able to escape it, and it would not escape from this giant for a day.

The shackles of the coffin will not let you go. Maybe after you release it, it will not retaliate for kindness?

The lid of the huge red coffin is covered with sacrificial inscriptions, but the structure of the strokes of the inscriptions is very strange. It doesn’t look like Chinese characters or English. They are arranged together like tadpoles and are so densely packed that it is uncomfortable. In the middle of the red hall, there is a

A piece of yellow paper. She recognized this yellow paper as the Chenzhou Talisman.

Could it be that this small Chenzhou Talisman has been binding it for thousands of years and cannot escape from the sea of ​​suffering? She stretched out her little hand and gently tried to touch the yellow paper. However, she never expected that her hand had just touched it.

The talisman froze suddenly as if it had received an electric shock. Then, the words on the talisman began to become blurred little by little, and finally turned into a pile of paper scraps and was blown away by the cold wind.

Then, the whole cave began to tremble slightly. Huge rock masses fell down from above her head. She quickly jumped off the huge Yin Hong coffin and found a place to hide. The whole mountain was roaring and shaking, as if it was accumulating.

All the resentments that had been held for many years were released in an instant.

With a loud bang, the coffin lid flew up, and a dazzling silver light suddenly released from the huge Yin Hong coffin. A monster nearly ten meters long flew out of the coffin.

, it has silver scales all over its body, four claws on its belly, two horns on its head, two long beards at the corners of its mouth, and a pair of blood-red eyes like two big red lanterns.

"Dragon!" she blurted out. She was so shocked that she took a few steps back and leaned against the wall of the cave, dumbfounded.

The huge silver dragon was hovering above her head and looking down at her, spurting out streams of burning air from its nostrils. Fortunately, it didn't appear to be attacking her.

Just when she was at a loss when facing this legendary beast, a shrill cry came from the other side of the corridor. This cry woke her up from her shock like an enlightenment. It was a vigorous black hawk.

, the body of the black eagle is not big, and its wings cannot exceed one meter at most. It hovers around the girl and keeps chirping as if it wants to express something to her.

"Meixi, Meixi, what time is it? The sun is shining on your butt! If you don't get up, you won't be able to catch the car!"

Lin Meixi rubbed her eyes, it was that nightmare again. She had been dreaming about the mysterious sinkhole and the silver dragon for several days in a row. Was this strange dream foreshadowing something to herself?

Lin Meixi, a 20-year-old girl from Zhejiang, was a freshman who just entered the school last year. Although Jilin University ranks high in the country, to be honest, she doesn’t have much affection for this school and this city. If she had to find a reason,

It should be that this place is very close to the Changbai Holy Mountain that she has longed for.

Growing up, Lin Meixi's biggest attraction was the Manchu culture. There was almost no episode of all the palace dramas of the Qing Dynasty. She was more interested in the harems of the emperors of the Qing Dynasty than an archaeologist. She was not like other girls who admired the current ones.

A handsome Hong Kong and Taiwan star, her idol is Nurhachi, the king who founded the post-Jin Dynasty and the great military strategist who laid the foundation for the Manchu Qing Dynasty.

Changbai Mountain is the birthplace of the Manchu people, and it is also the place where the legendary Nurhachi was born. Lin Meixi returned to school from her hometown in Zhejiang early after the New Year and signed up for a tour group with several classmates. She was finally going to set foot on this pure land. Even

While she was still lying on the bed in the dormitory, she could almost hear the heroic spirit of Nurha Chitiema Jinge, the founder of the Qing Dynasty hundreds of years ago in the Changbai Mountains.

"Hey, can you get up in the morning and wash up first before you come back? You can just chat. The tour group's bus will leave in forty minutes." The person who spoke was Chen Xiaomiao, who lives across the bed from Lin Meixi.

Best friend.

Chen Xiaomiao is a native of City A. I remember that when Lin Meixi first entered school, she often cried because she missed her relatives in her hometown. It was Chen Xiaomiao who took her around City A and ate all the Northeastern delicacies. Chen Xiaomiao said that there is not much to see in Changbai Mountain in winter.

The mountains are covered with snow. You can't climb to Baiyun Peak to overlook Tianchi, nor can you go to the dense virgin forest to breathe fresh air. At most, you can just soak in hot springs.

But Lin Meixi couldn't wait any longer. The legendary and beautiful Changbai Mountain had been deeply imprinted on her heart when she first read a book about Nurhachi as a child, as if it had penetrated deep into her bones and she couldn't extricate herself.

In the afternoon, Lin Meixi and her friends finally arrived at this pure land. It is so beautiful. Changbai Mountain is truly a wonderland on earth created by nature, and it deserves the title of "Beautiful Changbai Mountain".

Although it does not have the fairy spirit of Kunlun Mountain, the grandeur of Huangshan Mountain, or the steepness of Mount Tai, the shock it brings is unprecedented and unique.

On the mountain ridge dozens of meters away, the cold wind was like a knife, and the snow was like a curtain. The whining north wind blew the rocks exposed and the young trees died; and in the mountain depression dozens of meters below, maybe there was that
To be continued...