Changsheng: Peak at the Beginning

When the three of them surfaced again, they did not come to the cliff where they had gone into the water before. It looked like there was a road on the other side that they had abandoned. There was a winding plank road on the cliff, so everyone hurried to go ashore.

With Jiang Xinxin's water-repellent charm, no one got their clothes wet, but the dead water floating on the water always made people feel uncomfortable. Jiang Jiuri walked for a long time in silence until he could no longer see the dead water floating below. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the ground, pointed to a fairly spacious stone platform not far ahead, and said, "It's getting dark outside anyway, why don't we rest there for a night. Otherwise, we can go there to eat something, and then continue on our way and rest for a night on the top of the mountain."

There is a magnificent palace on the top of the mountain, just as described in the tomb-suppressing map that everyone had seen on the lid of the high priest's coffin. However, the mountain is the tomb of King Xian, and everyone is not stupid. Of course, they know that the magnificent palace on the mountain may not be a good place, so they will not go up there overnight.

Unable to start a fire, Jiang Xinxin took out a few talismans for keeping warm and distributed them. She also carefully used the breath-suppressing talisman and the isolation talisman. The things kept in the dead bodies in the water at the foot of the mountain might be stimulated to come out by the breath of living people.

They spent the night in peace like this, and the three were awakened by screams coming from the foot of the mountain. Jiang Xiaoguan judged that the group of people below were not the foreigners who had entered the mountain before, but should be the local natives who came in later to check the situation.

Jiang Jiuri carefully identified the people below and determined that the people below were more likely to be local natives. He also saw that the dead drift had disappeared, and it was replaced by a grayish-white humanoid monster. They moved like monkeys and seemed to have sharp claws.

The three decided to go down to help and immediately used the rope. The people below were indeed local natives. The youngest son of the village chief, who had secretly sent them a lot of information before, was also among them.

As soon as the youngest child saw Jiang Xinxin and the other two, he quickly asked for help: "Please take a look at my dad, his hand was broken by those evil people!"

Jiang Xinxin had a lot of elixirs and spells in her hands. Jiang Jiuri and Jiang Xiaoguan went to help others, so she followed the youngest to see his father. The old man's left hand was cut off diagonally from an inch above the wrist. Although the wound was neat, the palm was gone, and the black color of the wound was still spreading along the blood vessels to the arm.

Jiang Xinxin looked at the old village chief's dark face and black lips, and quickly cast two talismans to help him get rid of the Yin energy that had entered his body. She then took detoxification pills and nourishing pills in succession. When the dark blue color on his arm had completely faded and the blood from the wound had turned a normal red, she bandaged the arm, sprinkled hemostatic powder on it, and helped the old village chief bandage his broken arm.

When the youngest son saw that his father was alive, he could not help but burst into tears. After the old village chief came to himself, he looked at the youngest son crying beside him, and suddenly remembered that the eldest son was pierced in the chest by the monster in order to protect him. He was so anxious that he gasped for breath and almost fainted.

When everyone woke up, Jiang Xinxin went over to help kill the evildoer. She had no time to argue with the old village chief and the youngest son. What's more, they were talking in the local dialect, and Jiang Xinxin couldn't understand a word.

Things like evil spirits should not exist. When the villagers saw that Jiang Xinxin and the other two were killing enthusiastically, they slowly withdrew from the battlefield, resting while being on guard. They just relaxed their minds, thinking about their relatives and friends who fell along the way. Their eyes were fierce, and they rushed up again after resting enough.

The bloodstains all over the floor made Jiang Xinxin feel very uncomfortable, but now was not the time to be picky. She reluctantly picked a place that was considered clean, and Jiang Xinxin quickly sat down and recited scriptures for the salvation of the soul.

Although no one knows how these evil men are made, one thing is very clear to everyone, that is, for every evil man, at least two living people must be tortured and killed, because the evil men come out of the stomachs of the pale dead creatures floating on the water. The dead creatures are just containers for catalysts and cultivation. Obviously, the real evil men have to go through greater pain.

The villagers were not quite sure what Jiang Xinxin and the others were reciting, but they could all feel that as Jiang Xinxin and the other two moved, the bone-chilling coldness in the cave gradually faded. When Jiang Xinxin and the other two stood up again, the old village chief asked everyone to talk together for a while, and then the youngest one came over holding a pitch-black box.

The youngest one handed the box forward and stuffed it into Jiang Jiuri's arms, then turned to Jiang Xinxin and said, "We picked this up on the way here. It looks like the insects that were crushed over there before were brought with them. It must be something useful."

Jiang Xinxin took a glance and saw that there was a faint spirituality sealed in the box. The aura was similar to the lingering aura in the first mountain temple they encountered before. She nodded and signaled Jiang Jiuri to keep it. She also took out two packets of hemostatic powder and two packets of detoxifying powder and asked the youngest to share some with everyone.

The youngest one hesitated for a long time, and seeing that the seven or eight surviving tribesmen were all injured, he gritted his teeth and accepted Jiang Xinxin's things. He turned around and kowtowed to Jiang Xinxin three times, which scared Jiang Xinxin.

The youngest took the powder back and told the old village chief, who took the rest of the tribesmen a few steps forward and kowtowed. Jiang Xiaoguan couldn't stand this, so he quietly dodged and pushed Jiang Jiuri to the front. Jiang Jiuri didn't expect that he would be stabbed in the back by Jiang Xiaoguan, so he forced a smile and went forward to help these people up one by one.

It would be difficult to explain these people when they return, and the surrounding villages are isolated from the outside world. Life there seems to be comfortable, but most of the dead are strong laborers in the family, which will definitely affect the future lives of the living.

Jiang Xinxin sighed and said to the youngest, "You are quite capable to be here. There is a magnificent palace up there, so there must be a lot of gold, silver and treasures. If you are willing, you can bring the others with you and bring back some treasures to share with the families of the deceased, which will be a comfort."

The youngest one understood that Jiang Xinxin was thinking entirely for them, so he hurried back to explain the situation to everyone. Everyone expressed their desire to go up together, after all, money can move people's hearts.

Jiang Xinxin and the other two took out the food from their backpacks and divided it up. After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, they started to move. The old village chief looked the most seriously injured, but he had taken some Yuan-boosting Pills, and exercising now was just the right time to help him digest the effects of the medicine. He didn't make a sound and didn't fall behind along the way.

The palace with layers of Qin bricks and Han tiles and purple pillars and golden beams appeared before everyone as they climbed over a few stone steps.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the orange sunlight was not very warm, but the reflected splendor shocked the villagers and made their heartbeats quicken.

The old village chief and the youngest son couldn't help being a little dazed, but they quickly came to their senses as they thought of their relatives, friends and clansmen who had died along the way. They had no time to appreciate this magnificent palace that looked like a heavenly palace. They just wanted to get the treasure quickly so they could go back and give an explanation to everyone.