Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures Chapter 367: Yellow Dragon Stream

"The old man I wrote five place names on the table just now, four of which have nothing to do with my old man. But this Huanglongjian alone is different. Do you know why?" After laughing and looking at the place where Tian Yongming disappeared, he pointed to his chin and continued: "The person who presided over the construction of this place was the old man and I..."

"Xu Fu is also really blind." Wu Mian finally understood why he was confident about returning or not. With this old guy's character, he would definitely leave a backdoor in Huanglongjian that only he knew.

Guibugui laughed and said again: "When Xu Fu asked the old man to build the Yellow Dragon Stream, he said the words "seal the demons underground and imprison people on the ground". This sentence scared my old man a bit. At that time, he usually showed signs of dissatisfaction with the old man. Then he had to leave a way out. Once the construction of Huanglongjian was completed, my old man was the first batch of people imprisoned there. Do you think I am wronged?"

Speaking of this, Guibugui paused for a while. While drawing a bizarre map on the table with wine again, he continued to say to Wu Mian: "At that time, the old man quietly changed the map, leaving a secret passage that no one could find. This is also God's will, who would have thought Guangren actually chose this place as his prison. It is extremely difficult for others to get in, and it is no different for the old man to go in and go home.”

"God's will?" Wu Mian smiled mockingly, and then continued: "Knowing that Huanglongjian is your handwriting, Guangren still chose the prisoner's address there. Saying that he is not plotting against you, you yourself Can't believe it?"

"Because all the alchemists at that time thought that Huanglongjian was built under the supervision of Xu Fu himself." After answering Wu Mian in one sentence, Gui Bugui said in detail: "Back then, that old guy Xu Fu wanted to supervise it himself. The man who built the Yellow Dragon Stream, but just after the sketch came out, he was entangled by other things. At that time, thousands of civilians and over a hundred alchemists were waiting for him. In desperation, the old guy asked me to change into his. From the beginning to the end, except for the old guy himself, no one could see that the grand master at that time was the old man who I pretended to be."

"I thought this was built by his master himself, so Guangren chose this place for the prisoners." After the last sentence for Guibugui, Wu Mian's mouth turned up and squeezed out a trace After a sarcastic smile, a strange light suddenly flashed in his eyes when he looked at the old guy: "Finally there is a small problem, as you said just now, Huang Longjian is going to seal a monster that is not easy to provoke. At the beginning, Xu Fu planned to supervise the construction of this place by himself, and what kind of monsters were sealed in the place where he could work Dafang Master himself to supervise the construction?"

"If the old man had imprisoned the old man a few years later, this question can be answered for you now." Gui Bugui gave a wry smile and continued: "But according to the old man, I don't think the demon has been sealed here. The reason why Guangren dares to imprison here is that there are no monsters sealed here. But there is one more thing I want to make clear in advance. The Yellow Dragon Stream has been built for more than 200 years, and it may have been remodeled by Guangren. My old man is only responsible for going in, and the rest of the things are for my own good luck, be careful that you can’t go in and out, and it is not impossible for Guangren to stay in it for a long time.”

"It's good to have a place to manage meals." After Wu Mian finished speaking, he hugged Xiao Ren San, who had already drunk himself, and then sat at another table facing him, still reuniting with him. The sullen Bai Wuqiu said: "Don't be as knowledgeable as your father, you said it yourself, he won't live for a few days..."

Seven days later, at the foot of Jianglong Mountain, 70 miles outside Liangzhou City. The three strong men dressed as hunters walked up the mountain along the mountain path. When they reached the mountainside, they had already caught a lot of harvest. There were five dead rabbits hanging from the waists of the three of them, and a dead snake that had been gutted alive in a basket behind one of them. The baskets of the other two also contained dozens of herbs that had just been picked, and a pheasant that had just been shot to death by a bow and arrow.

The three hunters found traces of wild boars on the mountainside, and all three suddenly became excited. If you can kill a wild boar, today's trip is not in vain. If you're lucky, you can hit two pheasants and hares on the way down the mountain. Today, all the harvest will be sold to the wine shops or big families down the mountain, and the money will be enough for the three of them to chew on the valley for a month.

However, the wild boars can't rely on their bows and hunting forks. At the moment, the three people began to bury several iron clips for trapping at the places where the wild boars were suspected to be passing by. After everything was sorted out, the three hunters began to use their own bows and arrows, and then carefully walked towards the front. As long as the wild boar is found, he shoots it with a bow and arrow, and even if the wild boar is not killed, it angers it. Afterwards, as long as the three people led it back to the position where the iron clip was buried, it was caught by the iron clip of more than ten kilograms, and the beast did not run away.

The three hunters had just walked a few dozen feet when they suddenly heard a 'Xixi Susuo' sound from the grass. Just when the three of them were about to release their arrows at any time, a voice came from the grass: "Who asked you to go up the mountain? Don't you know this Jianglong Mountain is private property? There is a mountain master card at the foot of the mountain, roll down to see it. Look what it says on the sign!"

"What's the matter? What if it's private property? Which king's law is going to the mountain to hunt a rabbit?" One of the hunters said with a strong foreign accent. He pointed his bow and arrow at the place where he was talking in the grass, stared at him and continued: "The man has no good fortune to study, and he can't understand what is written on the sign at the foot of the mountain? If you are convenient, my friend, today's prey will be hunted. It's your share. If you have to tear your face, don't say that the man's hand shakes, and you will not look good if it hurts you again."

"In the first place, since you are all out-of-towners who don't know the rules, I don't intend to have the same knowledge as you. But since you shouted and killed, don't blame the alchemist for being ruthless." As he spoke, the grass A middle-aged man dressed as an alchemist walked out slowly. The man pointed to his chest and said to the three hunters: "Shoot here, but don't blame the alchemist for not reminding you. When the arrow is shot, the three of you will be accountable..."

Before the alchemist finished speaking, he heard a "whoosh!", and one of the hunters released his hand and shot a sharp arrow at the middle-aged alchemist. The alchemist didn't expect that someone would actually dare to attack him, and in a hurry, he fell to the ground and rolled, only to avoid the arrow.

At the moment, the alchemist also has red eyes. With his backhand, he pulled out a jute talisman paper from his clothes. With a flick of his wrist, he hit the talisman at the three people. The instant the talisman was shot, it turned into a fist-sized fireball, and flew towards the three hunters like lightning.

However, the three hunters were also slick and ruthless. After seeing that the alchemist was not killed by one arrow, the three turned around and ran down the mountain. Although the fireball was fast, it was only empty. Looking at the backs of the three hunters, the alchemist was furious, and immediately chased down the backs of the three.

The alchemist just ran a few steps when he heard someone behind him say: "Senior brother, a few hunters, just scare them away. Master Dafang ordered you and me to guard this place and not move."

"They didn't shoot you just now, so you just pretended to be a good person, right?" When the middle-aged alchemist spoke, the person had already chased after the backs of the three hunters. Before leaving, he did not forget to remind his fellow disciples behind him: "Take a good look at this place and come back after I have taught the three hunters a lesson. Don't tell the master..." When he said the last few words, the middle-aged alchemist had disappeared. trace.

After a while, I saw the middle-aged alchemist limping back, and saw that his ankle was full of blood, and there were several blood holes wounded by sharp weapons. Before waiting for the little alchemist hiding in the dark to speak, the middle-aged alchemist grinned and said, "Hurry up and help, my blood is almost drained."