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The team was still the same team, Zhang Qiling, Wu Xie, Wu Sanxing, Pan Zi, and A Kui. Except for Zhang Qiling, the others were quite talkative. Wang Ping'an also followed the plot and boarded the long-distance bus to the Seven Star Lu Palace with everyone. Not long after, he became familiar with Wu Xie and the others.

Of course, in comparison, Wu Xie was the one who talked the most. Since Wu Sansheng talked about some of Wang Ping'an's loyal deeds, Wu Xie became more and more curious about Wang Ping'an, and put Zhang Qiling aside.

"Brother Wang, have you ever fought a lot?"

"Brother Wang, are there any rice dumplings in the bucket?"

'Brother Wang, how did you get into this business?'

Of course, Wang Ping'an didn't know how to answer Wu Xie's question and could only deal with it casually. God knows that he had never been to the tomb, and his identity was just made up by the system.

Fortunately, as time passed, everyone in the car gradually quieted down. Long-distance buses, short-distance minibuses, and ox carts—even Wang Pingan had gotten over the novelty of the journey until, as the plot suggests, everyone gathered around a dog by the river to discuss things.

Wang Ping'an just remembered this scene.

Corpse cave.

At this time, everyone was still studying the stench of corpse on the local dog. Wu Xie even called Wang Pingan over to smell it with a look of disbelief.

Wang Ping'an finally couldn't help it. Looking at the wretched old man beside him, a nail flashed in his hand and he threw it at the old man's shoulder.

This happened too suddenly and everyone didn't even have time to react. They saw a cold light shooting out from Wang Ping'an's hand. The next moment, the old man fell down while covering his left shoulder and howling in pain.

After all, Wang Ping'an had killed more than a dozen people and had long lost his initial compassion. He also understood that this old man was not a good person at all and was in the business of killing people, so he naturally would not show mercy.

'Hey, brother, what are you doing...'

Before Pan Zi could finish speaking, Wu Sansheng had already grabbed Pan Zi and looked at Wang Ping'an with a serious expression, as if waiting to see what Wang Ping'an would do next.

Wang Ping'an was not polite either. He walked towards the old man lying on the ground, stepped on the pierced shoulder, and asked coldly.

'Say, another way, how do we go?'

When the old man saw the coldness in Wang Ping'an's eyes, his whole body shuddered, and even the pain in his wound seemed to be a little weaker.

He had killed people before, so he naturally knew what a murderous look looked like.

'Uncle, uncle, misunderstanding, misunderstanding.'

'Without waiting for the old man to finish speaking, Wang Pingan threw another cold light in his hand at the old man's other arm and spoke again.

"Let us go through this corpse cave. You have committed murder and robbery. It is time for you to receive retribution. Tell me the other way. If you lie to me, you will die here today!"

The old man shuddered again when he heard this and spoke hurriedly.

"Yes, yes, sir, please spare my life. I said, there's a road over there, about two miles away, that can go around. There are cars that can go there, there are cars that can go there!"

After hearing this, Wang Ping'an decided not to continue to torture the old man. It was obviously unwise to kill him at this time. He was just a little afraid of ghosts. He really didn't want to leave this corpse cave. It was of no use anyway. If he could stay, he would!

When Pan Zi heard this, he said angrily: "Damn it, Shidong, this old man lied to us!"

A Kui even stepped forward and was about to kick the half-dead old man, but Wang Pingan took the initiative to stop him.

"There's no need. Killing him would mean taking someone's life. Besides, he knows where we're going!"

Upon hearing this, Agui nodded, spat at the old man, and turned back to carry his luggage.

However, Wu Sansheng looked at Wang Ping'an with some confusion at this time.

Wang Pingan also explained directly.

"Ask him where we're going. Don't worry, he knows the way. If he doesn't take us there, I'll break both of his legs."

Although Wu Sansheng was confused when he heard this, he still went to the old man and asked.

Sure enough, the old man seemed to be frightened by Wang Ping'an, and told everything he knew almost like pouring beans.

Finally, Wu Sansheng simply bandaged the old man's injuries and asked the old man to lead the way for everyone.

After the disaster of the corpse cave, everyone was able to cross the mountain smoothly. They even went straight to the Seven Star Lu Palace without asking anyone else.

Wu Xie seemed very confused as to why Wang Ping'an could tell that the old man was lying, and even knew so much about it, so he kept chasing after Wang Ping'an and asking questions.

Wang Ping'an naturally couldn't say that he was a prophet, so he could only find an excuse to get rid of Wu Xie.

A day later, led by the old man, everyone finally arrived at the destination of the battle.

After that, Wang Ping'an was completely ignored. Together with Zhang Qiling, he followed behind the team, watching everyone study the location and prepare to dig a tunnel.

However, Wang Ping'an walked towards a place not far away as if he had thought of something.

Sure enough, not far from the camp, there was a crack on the ground. Wang Ping'an knew that the crack was the location of the Hydra cypress, and it was also the place where Wu Xie and others finally escaped.

Wang Ping'an was actually a little afraid of this snake cypress. This thing was beyond his understanding and was one of the strangest things. Not to mention his current skills, even if he had a gun, it would be useless.

Inside, it seemed that in addition to the snake cypress, there were also countless corpse-bugs and blood corpses. Thinking of this, Wang Pingan had an urge not to go down to the tomb.

"If, according to the novel's plot, Aning shouldn't appear, then it's okay if I don't go down, right?"

After thinking about it, Wang Pingan finally sighed. He decided to deal with Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling at the Qixing Lu Palace. Only in this way could he complete the task in the most time-saving way.

Thinking that there was nothing to do, Wu Sansheng was leading people to dig a tunnel over there, and Wang Pingan casually came to Zhang Qiling who had been leaning against the roots of a tree.

Zhang Qiling is a slender young man, about 1.8 meters tall, with a well-proportioned body. Although he is extremely handsome with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, his face is slightly pale. At this moment, carrying the black gold ancient sword on his back, he has a unique temperament.

Wang Ping'an is very familiar with Zhang Qiling. Once, when he was reading Grave Robbers' Chronicles, Zhang Qiling was his idol in his imagination.

Thinking of this, Wang Ping'an also sat next to Zhang Qiling and greeted him with a smile.

"Hello, little brother!"

Zhang Qiling didn't understand why Wang Ping'an sat next to him, but he still glanced at Wang Ping'an, then moved his butt slightly to the side and ignored Wang Ping'an.

Wang Ping'an didn't mind Zhang Qiling's attitude and just spoke casually.

"Zhang Qiling, do you know your life story? I know!"