Medical mountains and rivers

"Young Master Yin is young, so he probably doesn't know. If you look for the truth in the dark, you will only lose yourself."

Song Chengqing chuckled, and threw the long light in his hand. The burning flame suddenly split into several strands in the air, and flew in all directions.

"Shh-"

The flames were shining brightly, different from the scarlet red of the bronze Jiaonu lamp on the bank of the underground river, it was a kind of almost cold snow white.

Against the backdrop of the white flames, Jiao Nu seemed to have come to life, her gray-green face covered with a faint resentment.

Yin Li took a look, turned his head, and turned his gaze to the front.

The tomb is arc-shaped, stacked on top of each other like a ladder, and each layer is neatly placed with coffins. There are no fewer than two hundred coffins.

Moreover, each coffin is extremely luxurious, and it can be seen that he must have been a high-ranking person during his lifetime.

"Tsk, if it weren't for the fact that your ancestral graves were not hidden so deep, the grave robbers would probably have to kill you." Song Chengqing sighed.

Hidden deep, do you mean those tentacles just now?

Yin Zhi frowned and said, "There's not even the most common dragon oil and poisonous arrows in the tombs here, and there are no tomb guards outside the mountain. How can no one find it for thousands of years?"

Yu Xia has so many capable people and strangers, and even tomb robbing became popular at one time. If it is true as the outside world said, their Yin family occupies an excellent treasure land, how can they not attract half of the thieves?

It's really unreasonable.

"There is a road leading to the real tomb hidden in the underground river. Without the blood of human sacrifices, the underground river cannot be awakened, and naturally the key to it will not be discovered."

Yin Zhi was startled.

Song Chengqing didn't take any action to treat him just now, he was afraid that he would die from blood loss and wound infection, and those "human sacrifices" were thrown into the dirty river after being tortured, would there be any hope of surviving...

He closed his eyes and opened them again, and said with difficulty: "...so, every time we worship ancestors, we are killing people."

Song Chengqing said calmly: "Sacrifices need sacrifices, of course."

It's just that the sacrifices of the Yin family are different.

"But those people...they all have the blood of the Yin family on their bodies!"

This is the reason why he can't accept it. What reason can make brothers and sisters kill each other?

That is a living human life, not a handful of grass or a stone!

Yin Li suddenly remembered Yin Shaoquan's words, and said in a daze, "A traitor has a child... because I, like them, should not be born?"

Song Chengqing finally couldn't bear it when he heard this, and slapped him.

"Snapped!"

There were five clear fingerprints on Yin Zhi's face, he turned his head calmly, pressed his tongue against the root of his tooth, and he really tasted the salty bloody smell.

"Stupid!"

Song Chengqing's hand was still raised in the air, and his palm was slightly numb.

He quickly walked to the nearest coffin, clasped the coffin lid with one hand, inserted five fingers into the gap as big as a needle point, and with a slight force, the extremely heavy coffin lid was lifted off.

"What are you doing?" Yin Zhi frowned and walked over.

"Whip the corpse." Song Chengqing said nonchalantly, reached into the coffin and picked up the corpse inside.

Yin Zhi had already come to him, subconsciously glanced into the coffin, his pupils dilated suddenly.

This is--

"Haven't you seen such a corpse?" Song Chengqing said coolly, "It needs to have a complexion and body hair, which is more vivid than a living person like you."

More than that...

Yin Li took a deep breath. If he hadn't breathed, he would have thought he was alive.

His eyes fell on the arm of the corpse that was grabbed by Song Chengqing, the skin and flesh there had already turned a little red, as if it was swollen from someone's grip.

"...Is this really a dead person?"

"Of course it is." Song Chengqing let go of his hand, and wiped the clothes of the person beside him in disgust. Yin Li just frowned slightly at him, and didn't say anything.

"Yin Li, in your opinion, what exactly is a geomantic treasure land?"

Yin Zhi pondered for a while before answering: "Whether it was before or now, I think it's a marketing tactic, both to elevate oneself and to cater to people's hearts."

"..."

Song Chengqing laughed loudly: "Yes, that's right, you're right."

For the first time, he thought this guy was interesting, so he asked again: "Then how is Xuanmen different from me?"

Yin Zhi looked at him deeply.

"I do not know."

In his eyes, no matter what Xuanmen does, it has its own position and purpose, but Song Chengqing does not.

Although he and Tianzhu pretended to be very similar, there was always a sense of dissociation on his body, as if deliberately drawing a line from everything.

As a human being, but I hold the hostility towards human beings that "If you are not my race, your heart must be different"...