thing in the mountains, what was the most evil, it wasn't tigers or leopards. Almost all the answers from many veteran hunters were consistent.MandrillThis thing is also called a mountain spirit or m..."Come on, wake up! Let's go once the effects wear off. It'll be about half past this time, but let's wait a bit longer just to be safe."

After finishing his words, Sun Lao San carefully retracted the bottle of medicinal powder.

"Third Brother, this thing is pretty impressive. Did you borrow it from a friend on the street What kind of friend" I asked curiously.

Old Sun San shook his head. "This thing, it was borrowed from the Eight Great Weird Crippled Monk's incense. Fortunately, I was well-prepared."

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Many people have heard of a term called "mihunxiang" (**香). In ancient TV dramas, there would be villains who would poke a hole in the paper on a window and use an empty bamboo tube to blow smoke inside.

This is not unfounded, it's just that the scent from the underground palace has lingered for thousands of years, which is quite amazing.

Before the Republic of China, those who roamed the rivers and lakes were categorized into various schools: the Eight Schools of Righteousness, the Eight Schools of the Unorthodox, and the Seven Schools of Darkness. Among them, the Heavenly Bridge Eight Eccentrics were particularly notable.

What are the Eight Eccentrics of Tianqiao

Golden skin, fragrant willow from the judges' panel.

What San Ge said about the crippled smoker is the eighth wonder, ranked second to last. His status is above Liu Men, who is known as Yao Jie and engages in the flesh trade.

It takes half an hour for the medicine's effects to wear off. I was curious about his Eight Eccentrics, so I took the opportunity to learn more.

Sān gē said that the descendants of the Eight Eccentrics are still alive, while some have disappeared, just like the Mò Jīn Xiè Lǐng and Bān Shān Fā Chū in tomb robbery, which have already vanished.

These kinds of people had nicknames in the Jianghu back then, "One Incense Stick of Soul-Entrancing Cripple" is just one of them, there are many other strange individuals.

Each of them is a master.

At that time, being a lowly tomb robber was considered disgraceful, and there were very few who could even be named.

I secretly jotted down these names, thinking that if the opportunity arose in the future, I would meet these extraordinary figures of the martial world.

"Lao San, how big is this underground palace How big is Flying Moth Mountain anyway" Feeling the effects of the drug wearing off, he asked with a heavy heart.

Sun Lao San shook his head helplessly, "I don't know, let's take it one step at a time."

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"Yun Feng, big brother, the medicine's effect should be wearing off. Let's continue forward. This Western Zhou Dynasty underground palace, if we don't figure it out, all our hard work these past few months will be for nothing."

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After getting their fill, several people continued walking forward.

After walking for about ten minutes, we came across another very special building.

In the center of the underground palace, there was a dried-up circular pit. The pit's walls were smooth, and three headless statues clad in robes stood inside it. Only their bodies remained.

Looking at the neatly cut break on the stone sculpture's neck, we speculate that it was intentionally left headless when it was created. If the sculpture had been deliberately destroyed, the break on its neck would certainly not be so smooth.

This depression in the dungeon looks a lot like a water storage pool. It's obvious that someone dug it out deliberately in the past.

"Huh, there are so many holes here. What are they for" A mole suddenly discovered something by the edge of the pond.

I saw it too, just as a mole said, there are many small holes arranged by the edge of this concave pond, I don't know what they are for.

Sān gē is bold. He was the first to jump down.

Walking to the middle of the pond, he frowned at the three headless stone carvings.

"What's up, Lao San What did you find" Then we all jumped into the pool.

"Brother, look here," Sun Lao San pointed to the headless stone sculpture's chest.

I also saw it. His stone man's chest had a slight indentation, not very noticeable at first glance but clearly visible if you got closer.

"Lao San, don't move!"

It was still too late.

Almost at the same time, Sun Lao San pressed down with his right hand. Big Brother spoke a few seconds late.

Seeing the stone man's chest cave in, we all stood there, not daring to breathe.bottom that sent chills down my spine.Supporting my injured left arm, I hid the blade in my palm. I tiptoed, trying my best to be silent, and carefully crept out.From the geographical structure of my...