We couldn't help but gasp. According to the description on the stone carvings and murals, Wen Mo and the old lama should be mortal enemies!

Sure enough, Wen Mo's eyes changed instantly as soon as he saw the symbol on the old lama's shoulder. This was the first time I saw Wen Mo's originally clear and deep eyes full of coldness and murderous aura!

I was secretly complaining in my heart that I quickly stepped forward to persuade Wenmo first, but before I got closer, Wenmo had moved and instantly passed by me. I was hit by his shoulder. The force was very strong, and I was staggered by the impact, and I took two steps back and fell to the ground.

When Kong Xue saw me falling to the ground, he hurried to help me. I immediately went to see Wenmo. At this time, he held a short knife in his hand and pressed it against the old lama's neck.

Yuanxiao was also stunned. It was the first time we saw Wen Mo in this state. Yuanxiao stayed for several seconds before reacting, "Boss, what are you doing? Don't be excited first, say something slowly!"

Wen Mo said coldly to the old lama: "Tell me where is my father!!"

The old lama was pressed by Wen Mo's short knife, but he was still calm. He clasped his hands together, "Mr. Hong is no longer here, he only hopes you protect these secrets."

"Mr. Hong?" I was surprised to hear it, "Mr. Hong isn't the one we met in the Hundred Thousand Mountains?"

"No!" Wen Mo interrupted me, "I said he is not the real Mr. Hong! The real Mr. Hong is my father."

I do remember Wen Mo once told us that the so-called "Mr. Hong" was not the real Mr. Hong. I couldn't understand it at that time. Now I finally understand that the truth of the matter turned out to be like this.

I thought for a while and said to Wen Mo, "Boss, I think what the master is saying is not a lie. You put down the knife first and let's talk about it slowly."

"Is he really gone?" Wen Mo's hand trembled and slowly put down the knife in his hand. "Let me keep the secret? But I don't remember it at all. I have even forgotten what my father looks like."

The old lama slowly reached out and pressed Wenmo's forehead, "Poor child, this is not what your father wants to see, and he doesn't know that things will turn out like this. I hope you don't blame him."

Wen Mo lowered his head and said nothing. After a while, he raised his head in a daze again, "What should I do?"

The old lama looked into the depths of the river, "Just follow your father's last wish."

Wen Mo frowned slightly, and the confusion in his eyes disappeared in an instant, replaced by depth and perseverance. He turned his head and glanced at us, finally landed his eyes on me, and then said to me: "I will wait for you there!"

Before I could understand what it meant, Wen Mo had already jumped off the plank road and landed lightly in the river. He fired a flashlight and ran towards the depths of the river, and soon disappeared into the darkness.

All of us were stunned. After a while, Lanxiao said, "What's going on? Master, why did you fool our boss away?!"

I tidied up my equipment and said, "Let's go, let's follow you and have a look."

The old lama reached out to stop me, "No! Wen Mo's skills are very good than ordinary people. I'm sorry for my words and presumptuous words. At this moment, Wen Mo can walk on this river, but you can't walk on you."

When Lanxiao heard this, she was a little dissatisfied, "Master, don't underestimate us. We also went up to the sword mountain and the sea of ​​fire with Wenmo. Although we are not as good as him, it is definitely not bad."

I raised my hand and looked at the time. It was getting late now and the sun was about to set. I knew the situation here. Once it got dark, the water level of the dark river would soar. If we did not walk out of the river, the surging river water would send us to the west!

I took a photo of the Lantern Festival, "Master is for our own benefit. It's getting late and the river is about to rise. We'd better leave first."

Wen Mo nodded with some understanding, "Will Wen Mo be in danger?"

I shook my head and said, "It's probably not our turn to worry about Wen Mo."

"Let's go." The old lama turned around and prepared to walk back.

At this time, Kong Xue shone a flashlight not far ahead, and found a stone platform not far away, but it was indeed empty. Kong Xue asked strangely, "Master, what is this for?"

The old lama said: "There was a particularly magical thing here. It's a pity that it has been lost."

"What's the magical thing?" Yuanxiao became interested when she heard it, "What is it?"

The old lama pondered for a moment and said, "This thing can be said to be the concreteness of that power. It is difficult to express it in words. If you have the chance to meet it, I think you will definitely recognize it, although you have never seen it." The old lama's words made us a little surprised.

Yuanxiao sighed, "Okay, then let's withdraw first."

As I walked back, I asked the old lama: "Master, what does the stone carvings and murals below mean?"

The old lama nodded, "This matter is long. It was in the middle and late stages of the Western Zhou Dynasty. With the redirection of Tuya Dark River and other factors, the ancient Shanhuan Kingdom gradually declined. In the end, the Ming people of the Shanhuan Kingdom decided to leave. However, there were two attitudes about the secret hidden by the ancient Shanhuan Kingdom. One was the main war. This part of the Ming people wanted to reuse this power, just like the Jiuli tribe who returned to the Central Plains. The other attitude was the main peace, because no one could control the consequences it caused. The debate between the two forces became more and more intense, and eventually evolved into a civil war, which was the content displayed on the stone carvings and murals. At that time, I was just talking about it, and the specific situation was probably only known to the parties involved at that time."

"What happened later?" I asked curiously.

The old lama continued, "At the time, the Lord and the Nether tribes had the upper hand and hid the power again. Later, the ancient king city of Shanhuan was set on fire, and all the remains of the Nether tribes there were turned into ashes. All the Nether tribes left, but in the next few hundred years, the two remaining Nether tribe forces were still fighting openly and secretly for the hidden power. As time went by, fewer Nether tribes in the world, and finally became a rare existence. The battle at this time lost its meaning."

Speaking of this, the old lama smiled bitterly, "As a member of the Underworld like me, my ancestors have left such a mark on me, but I no longer want to find any power, nor do I want to use it to do anything."

I let out a long sigh and it turned out that this world had such unknown things. We were like living on the surface of a calm sea. The occasional wind and waves had made us unable to take care of ourselves, but we didn't know what kind of earth-shaking changes had happened in the depths that the sea could not explore. How many things were there in this world that we had no way of knowing.

I said to the old lama with some emotion: "The master cares about the world and cares about the people, which is admirable!" The old lama bowed slightly and folded his hands together, and I also bent down to return the favor.

I was still thinking about the symbol, so I asked the old lama: "Master, what does that symbol represent?"
Chapter completed!