Bureau of Psychic Creatures Investigation

Yan Rushi directly poured the powder into the mouth of the old patriarch.

This medicinal powder is a treasure that Yan Ru keeps on her body all year round.

He knew that the old patriarch was nothing more than being angry for a while, and then he was so angry that he suddenly fainted.

And this medicine powder can calm the mind and has the effect of promoting blood circulation and dispersing qi.

This was when he was fighting back then, because many team members often fainted from fright, which led him to develop such a prescription.

Unexpectedly, the medicine is surprisingly effective!
After a while, the old patriarch coughed up two puddles of blood and slowly opened his eyes.

"Old Patriarch!"

"Patriarch, you are awake!"

The old patriarch was so angry that he looked at the people in front of him, and he was even more angry.

"Old patriarch, you were only angry and bloody just now, you can't get angry anymore, otherwise, the gods will not be able to save you."

Yan Ru hastily whispered.

The old patriarch nodded.

"Pour water! What are you still doing!"

Sanqing yelled angrily, and several people immediately went to pour water for the old patriarch.

"Sanqing...you...you bastard!"

Na Sanqing lowered his head and said nothing.

"This... this is a distinguished guest of my Kowloon Walled, you actually... unexpectedly... When did our Kowloon Walled treat a distinguished guest like this, you are disrespectful! The mountain god, please forgive me..."

The old patriarch broke free from Fu Kuan, and fell to the ground, tears streaming down his face.

"Mountain God... You bless me, Jiulongzhai, everlasting, but today, I let you down!"

Sanqing was shocked.

He had no idea what kind of ecstasy soup Fu Kuan had poured into his patriarch.

"Samcheong!"

"Patriarch, you order."

"go out."

"This……"

Fu Kuan stared at Sanqing with killing intent on his face.

"Yes……"

That Sanqing was full of unwillingness, but faced his patriarch, he still softened.

How could he have the ability to fight against his patriarch!

"Sorry, I made you two laugh."

"It's okay, old patriarch, this is the medicine I carry with me. There is something wrong with your body. You should be fine after a few days of recuperation as I said."

"This……"

The old patriarch wiped away his tears.

"Where can I put my old face!"

Fu Kuan smiled slightly: "Old patriarch, it should be our fault for coming rashly this time. After all, it is my fault for disturbing the normal life of you and the people."

"No, no, no... that's fine, you two have taught me a lesson. Our Kowloon Walled has been closed for many years. Over the years, we have never communicated with the outside world. It seems that it is the rules of our Kowloon Walled that cannot keep up. It's time..."

"Patriarch, in fact, with the changes of the times, the rules of the clan still have to be changed, such as offering sacrifices to mountain gods."

When Fu Kuan said this, he also smiled helplessly.

He was almost set on fire!
"I understand...I understand."

"Kowloon Walled thousands of years ago, maybe it was just to avoid wars and resist foreign enemies, and stick to this place to prevent the ethnic groups from interacting with foreigners, but now, the thousand years have passed, and the Sri Lankan people have passed away. It is not a bad idea to look at the outside world more. Not a good thing..."

Fu Kuan talked a lot, and the old patriarch also had a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Today you just rest for a day, tomorrow, let's go on the road."

"Row!"

No sleep for one night.

The next day, Fu Kuan was woken up by the sound of a rooster crowing.

He didn't know how long he hadn't heard this sound.

Looking out the window, the sky is not bright yet.

"You're awake!"

Wan Lin put a cup of milk tea and pastries beside Fu Kuan.

"Really, you...didn't sleep?"

"Hey... This is the first time I have left the village since I was a child, and I can't sleep."

Fu Kuan looked at the honest young man in front of him and smiled.

The milk tea is mellow and the pastries are delicious.

This breakfast can be said to be the most comfortable meal Fu Kuan has eaten in this world.

"These are the food on our way, and I have them all ready."

"Okay, let's go then."

Fu Kuan kicked Yan Rushi awake and got out of bed.

Yan Ru rubbed her sleepy eyes with a look of reluctance.

"This is me... Where am I?"

"Brother, try our pastries from Kowloon Walled."

Yan Rushi looked at Wan Lin who was smiling all over her face, and scratched her head in embarrassment.

"Hurry up, try to save a little time."

"Got it!"

The two of them were dumbfounded as soon as they walked out of the room after washing up.

Outside the attic, people from the Kowloon Walled stood there.

Old and young, those who can almost walk on the ground, are all here...

It also includes a few people who had a little unpleasant experience yesterday.

The old patriarch was full of energy and just stood at the front of the crowd.

Wan Lin was carrying a thick backpack with a look of reluctance on his face.

"You two are awake."

"Patriarch, you are..."

"You two, I've been thinking about it all night, and I finally figured it out."

Fu Kuan was puzzled.

"You are not immortals."

Fu Kuan smiled and nodded.

"Also, take this book."

Fu Kuan took the broken ancient book and frowned.

He looked down and opened a page of the cover.

In an instant, he froze in place.

This is the Nine Dragon Gu Art...

"Old patriarch... this... you... I can't have this, I can't break the rules of Kowloon Walled!"

Fu Kuan directly stuffed the ancient book back into the hands of the old patriarch.

"You accept it! We are all descendants of Yan and Huang. If the country is in trouble, of course I cannot do without Jiulongzhai. Although we can't fulfill our obligations, this is a little bit of our Jiulongzhai's heart."

Wan Lin smiled so much that he showed two rows of white teeth, and nodded.

"This... old patriarch, we already have Wanlin, and we really don't need this book."

Fu Kuan still pushed this ancient book to the patriarch.

"No, you have to accept it!"

The old patriarch was determined to give this ancient book to Fu Kuan.

"This is the meaning of the mountain god."

Fu Kuan and the old patriarch looked at each other and laughed heartily.

"Okay, Wan Lin, come back and have a look if you have time, A Cui, I will take good care of you!"

"elder brother!"

A girl with a ponytail rushed over and hugged Wan Lin tightly.

All the ethnic groups bid farewell to Wan Lin one after another, and then the three of them set off and rushed out of the mountain.

Along the way, Wan Lin was worried and couldn't be happy.

"Kid, be happy, you will see a different world when you come out of the mountain this time."

"I heard... there are many good-looking girls outside the mountain!"

Fu Kuan smiled.

"More than a lot, you will feast your eyes."

"This……"

"Transportation outside the mountain, food, everything you can think of, and everything you can't think of."

"Really?"

"real."

"You're younger than me, so just call me Brother Fu from now on. This old boy's surname is Yan."

"Brother Fu! Brother Yan!"

Hearing Wan Lin's hearty laughter.

Even Fu Kuan and Yan Rushi have temporarily forgotten the existence of supernatural things...