Zhuo Xiong stopped Cha Wenbin with a bear hug, but the person he was holding was still walking his own steps. Is his target the pile of ruins or something under the ruins?

"Brother Wenbin, wake up." "Brother Wenbin, stop!" "Look back and look at the mountains..."

No matter how Zhuo Xiong shouted, Cha Wenbin still dragged the person behind him to the ruin step by step. Zhuo Xiong suddenly let out his hand, and after losing the resistance, Cha Wenbin staggered in one step. At this time, Zhuo Xiong had already gone around him and punched Cha Wenbin hard in the face.

This punch knocked Cha Wenbin down and completely aroused the hatred in his heart.

Cha Wenbin, who was crazy, quickly got up. Zhuo Xiong couldn't stop him from pulling and pulling. He knelt in front of the mountain-like adobe, using a sword, token, and a big seal, and finally using his hands directly. He slapped the cold soil regardless of everything, still slashing the stones on his fingertips, and still embedded the skin from the cracks of his nails with the sand. I don't know if the blood stained the soil red or the tears flooded his heart.

Cha Wenbin fell completely, lying on the mound of soil like a grave like a child who had lost his parents and was at a loss, crying loudly. Zhuo Xiong, who was standing next to him, tried to reach out his hand several times but picked it up again...

People are tired, and they are tired too. Cha Wenbin is not a god, but a human.

If these two people were not there today, perhaps he would really be willing to be buried with his family, in this dark abyss that will never be disturbed by the world.

Behind him was a mountain staggering step by step. He watched his brother Wenbin motionless on the pile of adobe. He wanted to wake him up and tell him: Let's go!

Zhuo Xiong stood up and shook his head at him, don’t disturb him, let him sleep.

They returned to their original position, Zhuo Xiong picked up the arm that was dislocated from the mountain and said, "Hold on."

With a "click", the flesh on Dashan's face shivered in pain. Zhuo Xiong's technique was still a little rough, but it finally got it.

After checking the wounds on his back, the stone slabs as sharp as the blades were embedded in the muscles of the mountains. Zhuo Xiong pulled them down one by one: "Only yours can withstand it, but I'm probably already lying down."

"Hehe, it's okay." Dashan's smile is always so honest.

"However, the moment I covered Brother Wenbin and fell down, I seemed to see someone."

Zhuo Xiong was sewing the wound for him, and when the two threads were tightened, a knot was tied, and the mountain was so painful that it "hissed".

"who?"

"It's that little girl." Dashan said to himself: "Maybe I'm dazzled, how could it be?" He continued to shake his head and said: "Impossible..."

"I think you miss your wife." Zhuo Xiong closed the thread again, this was the last cut. Looking at the shocking suture wound, Zhuo Xiong once again sighed that this person's physique is really not comparable to ordinary people. "Let's go back and I'll ask Chaozi to find one for you, he has many ideas."

Dashan touched his head embarrassedly and said, "No, how could I think of that, hehe..."

With a "bang", he raised his hand and the wound on his back cracked again just now. Zhuo Xiong had no choice but to watch his almost perverted muscles raise the needle and thread in his hand again.

Waiting is something that these two people who don’t talk much can do. When Cha Wenbin opened his eyes again, his mind was completely awake.

He didn't sleep. He just closed his eyes and kept pressing his face against the mound of soil. The tomb prepared for his whole family, he kept listening quietly to the dialogue between the two people behind him.

"woke up?"

"It seems yes, you sit down, I'll go over and take a look." Zhuo Xiong was about to get up, but Cha Wenbin from there turned around like a quarrel of nothing, and asked in a stern tone: "Why are you two coming in? How did I explain to you?"

Zhuo Xiong did not explain too much, nor did he say that he was because he heard his howl, but just said lightly: "I'm not at ease."

Looking at the honest Dashan, Cha Wenbin's eyes were filled with concern: "How is it hurt?"

Dashan stood up and said, "It's okay!" In order to prove that he is really fine, he raised his right hand again and tried to slap the wound on his back. With a "bang", the wound exploded again...

The three-legged toad seemed to be very unaware of this huge flesh lump. No matter how Cha Wenbin drove it to look lazy, he finally had to take out the jade ring as bait, so that the little thing could cheer up and throw out its iconic big tongue and sweep back and forth on the back of the mountain.

The saliva of the three-legged toad can heal the wounds of ordinary people in a very short time. It can be said to be a magical medicine among the golden sore medicine, which is very difficult to try. But this time it was very strange. No matter how it licked it back and forth, the wounds of the mountain were not closed, which made Cha Wenbin wonder. Could it be that this little guy has something abnormal recently?

The three-legged toad also found it difficult to understand its inexplicable "medical skills". It tilted its little head and looked at its master, and each person and the toad just looked at it. That means: buddy, I have really tried my best...

Zhuo Xiong had to use tactics to stitch it, "If you break it up again, I will not even have the place where I put the needle."

Cha Wenbin also took a handful of incense ash and applied it to the shocking wound. This is a native method that can stop bleeding and prevent wound infection.

"Go out and you two, Dashan brothers are injured, and Chaozi should also guard them. After all, we are not the same person as them."

"Brother Wenbin." "Hmm?" "I won't leave."

Cha Wenbin stood up and looked at Zhuo Xiong, who also looked at him, and the two men looked at each other.

"Give me a reason." "Don't worry."

It is still three words, don’t worry, Zhuo Xiong’s words are like his people. In their consciousness, Cha Wenbin is a totem, and he is not allowed to have any unexpected spiritual pillars, even if they are injured themselves, or even exchange them for the price of their lives.

After a long time, Cha Wenbin turned his gaze to Dashan and said softly: "He is injured."

"I'm fine, really okay, don't believe it, look." Dashan danced his arm again. This time, maybe Zhuo Xiong was sewing it very strongly, and his wound did not explode...

Cha Wenbin never looked at the mound of soil again. He looked straight ahead. Perhaps, at this moment, he had really abandoned those pasts.

The most difficult thing for those who enter the Tao is to give up. Who among those who have achieved great Tao in ancient and modern times has not experienced inhuman twists and turns. Only by suffering all the sufferings in the world can you achieve great Tao? How can the word "Tao" be clear and clear?

Who built this house? Who knows the horoscope of his whole family? All this is still what Cha Wenbin wants to know. There is only one way here, either in or out. If you want to know, then stand up your chest. Since you have prepared a coffin for yourself, what are you afraid of?

Northwest Zhejiang was once an ancient ocean. It is known as the bottom of the pot in the crust structure and has the most stable geological structure. The underground world here can maintain the most primitive structure over millions of years of changes. Looking at the rocks above the head and under the feet, Cha Wenbin thought, this place would be an artificial building, where did that adobe house come from?

When I felt a change in my ear for the first time, the coolness instantly made people's pores begin to relax and then contract. Cha Wenbin knew that the place he wanted was finally coming.

This world is born from chaos and is divided into yin and yang. Yin and yang are originally like being uninterrupted but standing opposite each other. They are mutually reborn and accompany each other, seemingly the same but are solemn.

A lake, a huge lake, a huge lake with no source.

The level here is incredible. A huge stone tablet stands quietly on the lake shore in the distance, and a majestic hall is on the other side of the lake.

There is light here!

When they first arrived at the lake from the dark road, their eyes did not become difficult to adapt because of the light. It was natural, like a grand dance party waiting for the arrival of the VIP, everything was so reasonable.

When Cha Wenbin chose to look back, he saw that the darkness behind him also became brighter, as if it was dawn overnight, but the sun was hiding in the thick clouds.

There are no clouds here, and there is not even the sky at all. Looking up, there are endless rocks, but the coolness around them is not windy.

This light is definitely not sunshine!

Cha Wenbin reached out to block the two of them behind him. He scanned everything here, such a similar scene. He could still remember everything except the hall. From here, in his dream, he ran desperately until the edge of the stone tablet, fell down, shouted and woke up.

"Did you smell it?" Cha Wenbin asked softly.

"What?" "Smell."

Zhuo Xiong was still shocked and did not recover, "No, what's the smell?"

Cha Wenbin smiled faintly, and a talisman paper flew out from his hand, "The smell of death."
Chapter completed!