C53 (1/2)

”Here, look at this dragon vein. It's filled with wind and water. Wind and water are not ordinary. Look at this dragon vein …” Mao Tou stood on top of a huge rock on the mountain ridge with one hand on his waist and the other pointing towards the vast mountains.

My mind was completely blank. It was as if there was a red-hot iron rod repeatedly stabbing into my throat. My legs seemed to have become like iron plates. Every step of mine was filled with intense pain.

This mountain forest is just as Mao Tou had said. All kinds of small paths, covered forests, coasts, and deep valleys formed a deep and unfathomable maze, and every single place looked to be extremely familiar, as if we had just arrived at a place. If we didn't find the marks that we had made in advance, I would have thought that Mao Tou was leading us in a circle.

San Mao and the Daoist Priest were also not in a good mood. Although San Mao's outer appearance was mighty and he was a police officer, this fellow had never run past 500 meters since he started working. Adding to that the food he ate and drank all year round and his irregular life, his body had long since disappeared. I looked at the fat on his back, which was completely drenched in sweat, bulging out one after another as he walked.

The Daoist looked even worse. His complexion was ashen, but at this moment, his face was flushed red. He was panting like a farm tractor with a broken exhaust pipe. His skinny body was like a tree branch that was about to be broken at any time.

Only Mao Tou was exceptionally excited, his short legs jumping around like a pet dog that had seen its master leave home a long time ago.

Don't just look at how poor this place is, we've also been born in the royal palace, so it's not strange for there to be an ancient tomb in this mountain!” Mao Tou took out the ripped pirated version of ”Ghost Blows Out the Light”, pointed at it and said: ”This book says — Dragon Veins, from the perspective, there are also Immersed Dragons, Hidden Dragons, Flying Dragons, Soaring Dragon Mao Tou gestured with his finger, ”It is clearly a wyvern!

The three of us have a lack of oxygen in our brains, so we don't have the strength to talk. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, San Mao jumped down from the stone and landed soundlessly.

”I say, you guys should let me know, whose tomb are you going to dig?” Are the black donkey's hooves ready? What about Luoyang Shovel? ”

I was as tired as a wild dog in the hot sun. I put my hands on my knees, stuck out my tongue, and gasped for breath.

”Digging your mother! What about the military base you were talking about? You aren't f * * king messing with us, are you? ”

”Not far, not far …” ”We'll be there after this mountain.” Mao Tou used his hands and feet to climb up, like a small beast that lived in the forest to begin with.

”Oh …” ”I got it …” Mao Tou suddenly stopped and turned to look at me: ”That place is an ancient tomb, right? The government was already digging, right? ”No wonder they chased us away. They want to surround us and dig us out!”

I was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. I could only weakly wave my hand to signal for him to leave.

Fortunately, our destination was just as Mao Tou had said. After going over this mountain ridge, Mao Tou finally stopped and said in a small voice:

”We're right in front of you …”

”You're f * * king messing with me!” I looked at the impenetrable forest in front of me. There was not a trace of man-made buildings.

”Void …!” Mao Tou put his index finger to his lips and made a silent gesture. Then, he waved his hand, cut off the vines around a tall maple and entered it.

The three of us looked at each other, and in the end, San Mao shrugged and followed along. The Taoist and I had to follow.

These vines climbed up on top of every tree, the leaves densely packed together, covering the entire sky in layers. The sunlight was like sparks that were about to be extinguished, and in the middle of the leaves hung purple flowers, looking like a fairy tale.

”This is Kudo Vine, an invasive plant …” As if the Taoist knew my doubts, he suddenly opened his mouth and said, ”This thing used to be good stuff. Kudo can eat it, and flowers can make medicine, and vines can also take hemp cloth …” ”It's a pity that everyone is rich now, and no one is going to suffer any more, running up the mountain to dig and chop. Then, it's like this, the whole mountain is covered with grass, its leaves are too lush, blocking out the sun, causing other plants in the forest to be unable to grow …”

I looked down and saw that there was not a single blade of grass growing under my feet.

”It's a loss when the moon is full. It's not good to overdo anything …” The Taoist began to shake his head.

”Who said that? You're not afraid of too much money! ” San Mao turned and said.

The Taoist was stunned and nodded. ”That's true …”

”Shh …” ”We're here!” Mao Tou suddenly squatted and said.

”Where?” San Mao looked left and right.

Mao Tou laughed complacently and tilted his head. Looking in his direction, there was a thick layer of Ge Teng's waterfall that looked like it was being covered by a blanket.

Mao Tou was like a pangolin, digging through the layers of leaves and entering into the cave, behind him, a round green hole appeared. After a while, a ray of sunlight suddenly shone through the hole.