Tomb raiding: Intercepting Yin Xinyue and building a family of immortals

The next day.

The jeep stopped at the foot of Guanyin Mountain, and Su Chen and his group breathed a sigh of relief after getting out of the car.

The next part of the journey is a mountain road, which cars cannot drive on; you will need to get out and walk.

Although it's slower, at least you don't have to suffer from the bumpy ride.

In the distance lies Guanyin Mountain. From afar, this mountain range, stretching for dozens of miles, resembles a giant dragon lying across the land.

Bang!

Zhang Qishan closed the car door, walked to Su Chen's side and explained, "A few miles ahead there is a mountain valley, and Pingyun Village is inside. Let's go in and explore first."

As they were talking, Zhang, the adjutant, took out several sets of traveling merchant clothes from under the jeep seat and distributed them to everyone.

“Mr. Su, the Miao people are xenophobic, so it will be easier to do things if we change into these clothes.”

Although the Miao people live in seclusion, they are not completely disconnected from the Han people of the Central Plains.

Traveling merchants selling needles and thread or salt merchants could freely enter and leave various Miao villages.

After all, the Miao people are also human beings, and salt is an essential commodity for them as well.

Su Chen nodded, then turned and instructed the three men, including Black-backed Old Six, to stay behind. He then changed into the clothes of traveling merchants along with Zhang Qishan, Zhang Rishan, and Wu Jizong.

Zhang Rishan changed his clothes, then took a basket containing a knife sharpening rack from the military truck, and held a small rattle in his hand.

While shaking a rattle drum, he shouted, "Sharpening scissors, sharpening knives!"

After saying that, he smiled confidently at everyone.

"Brother Wu, how was it? Did I act well?"

Wu Jizong smiled contemptuously and took a load of goods off the truck.

He shouldered the load and walked with incredible speed!

"Needle, thread, little silver hairpin, red ribbon, little match. Hey, dong, hey, dong..."

Watching Wu Jizong gradually disappear into the distance, he seemed perfectly at ease as a peddler.

Zhang Rishan was stunned for a moment before he finally scoffed and said, "Brother Wu was a peddler?!"

"The Third Master of the Wu family is proficient in all walks of life. Not to mention Changsha City, he is also very famous among the Southern Unloading Ridge Bandits."

Zhang Qishan patted Zhang Rishan on the shoulder, making a rare joke, and winked at him.

"Lieutenant Zhang, learn more..."

The four separated from the main group and continued along the rugged mountain path.

As the saying goes, "Looking at a mountain makes your horse run itself to death!"

Guanyin Mountain seemed close at hand, but it took the four of them more than an hour to reach Pingyun Village in the mountain valley, which was still some distance from Guanyin Mountain.

Pingyun Village is the largest Miao village in the vicinity, with more than two thousand Miao people living there.

Moreover, according to Zhang Qishan, the chief of Pingyun Village is also the chief of seventeen or eighteen Miao villages in several nearby counties. He is a well-known Miao leader in the province. Even Zhang Qishan's superior, the military governor of the province, has to give the chief of Pingyun Village some face.

As expected, Zhang Rishan and Wu Jizong, disguised as peddlers, quickly attracted a large crowd of Miao villagers.

"Peddler, how much are your needles and thread?"

"Three big ones..."

"too expensive!"

Several Miao people, speaking broken Mandarin, shook their heads and left.

Fortunately, Wu Jizong wasn't really there to sell goods. After dealing with some Miao people who came to look at the goods, the group successfully entered the Miao village.

Wu Jizong lowered his voice and whispered, "These Miao people are very fierce. You all wait here while I go in and bring the guide out."

Before arriving at Pingyun Village, Wu Jizong had already arranged for a local guide.

Guanyin Mountain is not small, and it's easy to get lost without a guide.

Zhang Qishan nodded, telling Wu Jizong to be careful.

The group stayed at the entrance of Pingyun Village, watching the Miao people around them with a hint of wariness.

Most of these Miao people looked at them with curious and scrutinizing eyes.

Peddlers were their only way to contact the Han Chinese in the Central Plains, but they only came once or twice a year.

For many young Miao people, everything about the Han people from the Central Plains is new and exciting.

Zhang Rishan saw a five- or six-year-old Miao child sucking on his fingers as he looked at the malt candy in the basket. He smiled, broke off a piece, and handed it to the child.

"Here you go, kid."

Before the words were even finished, a Miao person stepped forward and took the child back.

Zhang Rishan reluctantly withdrew his hand.

The three waited for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, but Wu Jizong still hadn't returned.

Zhang Rishan was somewhat worried and asked in a low voice.

"Why has Uncle Wu been gone for so long?"

Not only was he puzzled, but Zhang Qishan also had a bad feeling.

Looking at the gazes of the Miao people around me, especially seeing them seemingly exchanging hand gestures and signals with each other.

His expression changed, and he lowered his voice, saying, "Something's not right!"

Su Chen also noticed that the Miao people around him had changed; the children and women were all gone, replaced by strong Miao men.

"Don't make a sound, let's go outside first and talk."

Upon hearing the sound, Zhang Rishan felt a chill run down his spine, but pretended to be nonchalant and started shaking a rattle drum.

With that, the group turned to leave the village.

Just then, dozens of Miao people wielding machetes suddenly emerged from Pingyun Village.

The Miao leader spoke a few words in Miao language. The surrounding Miao people immediately surrounded Su Chen and his companions.

Seeing that things were not going well, Zhang Qishan stopped pretending and pulled out a dagger from under Zhang Rishan's basket.

"Brother Su, let's charge out together!"

Before the words were finished, the Miao leader gave an order, and hundreds of Miao people rushed over, with a team of woodcutters bringing up the rear, each with a hostile look in their eyes.

In this situation, reasoning won't work.

Su Chen lunged forward, striking first, and together with Zhang Qishan, they attacked the Miao people from the left and right.

Zhang Qishan was a skilled martial artist; three or five ordinary people could not get close to him.

A dagger flashed in his hand, and in no time, more than a dozen Miao people were rendered incapable of fighting.

However, he acted with great restraint and did not actually kill anyone.

This is the sphere of influence of the Miao village. The head of Pingyun Village can easily gather tens of thousands of Miao people and thousands of guns.

If someone is killed, then it will be a fight to the death.

Seeing that Su Chen and Zhang Qishan had dealt with most of the Miao people in one fell swoop, Zhang Rishan could only stand there and cheer loudly.

He originally thought that Zhang Qishan was already skilled and invincible.

But when he saw Su Chen on the other side, his eyes widened instantly.

Su Chen descended the mountain like a tiger, and although he had no weapon, he was proficient in all kinds of fists, palms, legs and feet.

Each punch and kick was accompanied by a strong gust of wind, making a whooshing sound.

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, nearly sixty Miao people lay on the ground, wailing in pain.

After Zhang Qishan dealt with the last enemy in front of him, he turned around and found that Su Chen was even more exaggerated than himself.

He single-handedly defeated 70% of the enemies, and that was all with his bare hands!

"Brother Su, impressive skills!"

Su Chen's face didn't turn red, and he wasn't out of breath, as if he had only done something insignificant.

If you don't draw the Phoenix bloodline, you might have a hard time facing hundreds of Miao people.

But with the blessing of the phoenix bloodline, his physical fitness improved several times over!

Light alone has already surpassed the limits of human power.

The current situation is a result of him holding back. If he had really wanted to kill, one punch could have crippled three or five Miao people.