Ball Ball Cultivation

Rong Ci carried Zhang Langzhi on his back and said through gritted teeth, "Then let's go to this Ghost Valley, also known as the Tomb of the Living Dead."

Song Ruizhi wiped his tears and made up his mind: "Okay."

Rong Ci carried the poisoned and unconscious Lang Zhi with difficulty and followed Rui. The girl wiped her tears and followed closely.

Rong Ci glanced at her and said, "Your life was saved by your cousin. He also fed you his only detoxification pill. Your life is very valuable. Don't die easily." He often distracted himself to see if she fell behind.

Two days later, the view was no longer of weeds and gravel. Instead, a small stream appeared in the mountain stream, with a suspension bridge across it that was only wide enough for one person to pass.

Qiuqiu's teaching on survival in the wild was not in vain. He knew no less than five ways to get water from a distance. After identifying that it was non-toxic, the four of them drank it happily. They also caught fish and barbecued them under the existing conditions, which was completely disrespectful to the reputation of Tomb of the Living Dead.

The aroma of grilled fish spread to the valley, and a little girl about eleven or twelve years old with two pigtails, accompanied by a group of fierce-looking adults, surrounded the four people.

A tall, muscular man with a red face and a bloody mouth walked out and reported loudly: "Reporting to the Valley Master, the four trespassers have been detained. Should we throw them to the Cannibal Valley to provide some nutrition for the little treasures?"

The little girl pointed at Song Ruizhi and Rong Ci and said, "Leave these two to me as slaves. This half-dead one and this woman, throw them to the Cannibal Valley."

Upon hearing this, Song Ruizhi and Rong Ci stepped forward to fight. The two had been traveling for nearly two years and could barely be considered third-rate masters. They could still handle these people for a while.

Song Ruizhi's body was covered in wounds, and both sides were furious. Just as the dagger in his hand was about to plunge into the heart of the little girl in the lead, two elderly people, a man and a woman, flew out of the valley and shouted, "Wait, spare her life, we can save your companion."

Song Ruizhi realized the importance of the little girl under the knife, so he would not let her go. He quickly negotiated the terms: "Cure her and let us go."

The woman sternly refused: "No, this is a tomb of the living dead. How can anyone alive walk out of it?"

Song Ruizhi moved his dagger closer, and blood flowed from the little girl's neck.

The man repeatedly stopped him: "Be careful with your men. If Yueyue is hurt, none of you will be able to leave."

Song Ruizhi resisted silently and refused to compromise.

The girl Langzhi saved opened her innocent eyes and asked curiously, "Your name is Yueyue too. What month are you? I'm Sanyue. I have two older brothers. I was born on the third day of the third month, so I'm called Sanyue. What's yours?"

The original panic of the little girl who was being controlled had disappeared. "I am September. My birthday is September 9th. Humph, if you dare to hurt me, wait for my little darling to eat you all up bite by bite."

March asked back, "Is your little darling very powerful? Where is it?"

Jiu Yue let out a low hissing sound, and a small flat-headed snake with gold and silver stripes, the length of a palm, swam over from somewhere.

Rong Ci exclaimed, "Golden and silver ring snake, I wonder if this will work."

He took out a packet of animal repellent powder and smeared it on Ruizhi, then Langzhi, and finally himself. As for Sanyue, who was so bold as to chat with the hostages about their names, he didn't care at all.

As expected, the golden and silver ring snake circled around the few people, but did not come forward to bite them.

Song Ruizhi knew that stalemate was not a solution, so he cut Jiu Yue's right arm with the dagger and then moved it closer to her neck.

The man was really anxious and threatened: "If you touch Yueyue again, I will kill your companions first."

Rong Ci was not afraid of death and risked everything: "Come on, since we entered this Tomb of the Living Dead, we never thought of returning alive. Anyway, she will be buried with us, so our death will not be in vain."

Song Ruizhi immediately cooperated, gripped the scimitar tightly, and was about to stab Jiu Yue's other arm.

At this time, an old man in red clothes flew out of the valley, spinning a folding fan in his hand rapidly.

Song Ruizhi: "Cousin, hide behind me. That handsome man in red is poisoning me with his folding fan."

The old man in red grinned: "Boy, you have good taste. Not only can you see that I am a handsome man, but you can also see that I am poisoned. Haha, I can't bear to kill you."

Song Ruizhi just said it casually. After all, there is a younger brother Song Lizhi at home who is a mysophobia and loves to show off. His clothes and accessories are even more exquisite than his younger sister's.

Doesn't he often praise his younger brother? Is he used to it?

"Senior, what will it take for you to let us go?"

The middle-aged woman said, "Uncle Hong, we cannot break the rules of Ghost Valley for Yueyue. Please leave us a way out."

Uncle Hong used the most gentle voice to say the cruelest words: "According to the clan rules, if a clan member wants to leave Ghost Valley, he only needs to pass through the Three Tribulations Mountain.

Although they are not from our tribe and have been stranded here by accident, if we let them cross the Three Tribulations Mountain and give them a chance to survive, we can also allow Yueyue to survive. Isn't that the best of both worlds? "

Yueyue's parents didn't know what they were thinking about, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble.

Uncle Hong looked at Song Ci and said, "I've pointed out the way for you, do you want to go through it?

Oh, it's been a while since I've seen anything fun! You four have nice skins, so it's best if you can leave them intact when you pass the level. The human skin lantern outside my room needs a new one. Hehe..."

"Ouch, there's another one who's almost dead. It won't be fun now that he's dead."

As he spoke, a dark red pill popped out from between his fingers and entered Zhang Langzhi's mouth.

Song Ruizhi asked back: "Do you keep your word?"

Uncle Hong didn't even look at the four people. He said to the couple, "Take them to Sanjie Mountain. If they damage my lantern, I will use Xiao Yueyue's skin instead."

Yueyue's parents trembled as they respectfully bid farewell to Uncle Hong:

"Come with me. I'll take you to Sanjie Mountain, which is the only way to leave Ghost Valley."

After kidnapping Yueyue to the entrance of Sanjie Mountain, Rongci used Yueyue as a hostage in exchange for five days of food and drinking water.

Qiuqiu and Zhu Wanwan were preparing to leave Niangzi Pass. As soon as they walked out of the city gate, they saw the bounty portrait at the city gate.

From a distance, although the portraits only resembled the adopted eldest sons by a third, it was enough for Qiuqiu to recognize that the "criminals" being pursued were Zhang Langzhi, Song Ruizhi and Rong Ci.

Qiuqiu thought of the corner of the future he saw through the power of time and space, in which Song Ruizhi died of miasma. He felt panic in his heart and could not leave Lingnan with peace of mind.

Qiuqiu took Zhu Wanwan's hand and asked softly, "Wanwan, what kind of industry does our family have in Border Town? How many people can we mobilize?"

Zhu Wanwan thought for a moment and said, "There are hotels, carriage shops, and branches of escort agencies in the border town. The total number of clerks, guards, and escorts is less than 200.

As for my eldest sister's medicine shop, there is a large pharmaceutical factory here, and it has also opened branches. Including those underground people who go down to collect medicinal materials, there are more than 300 people."

Qiuqiu tapped the table lightly, his mind full of thoughts. Many feasible plans came to his mind, and he would definitely find his son and nephew.