Two days later, seeing that Jiang Yan was completely familiar with the place, Moriah prepared to set off for the Dust God's territory.
Since it was Jiang Yan's idea, Morax naturally wanted to bring him along.
Jiang Yan didn't disagree.
He did not intend to stay here for a long time. Since he was going to the area where the Dust God was, he had to search for treasure chests!
He would try to activate the wooden puppet technique as soon as possible!
...
"Earth-shaking!"
A rock pillar rose from the ground and instantly shattered the rock peak in front of him.
It revealed the normal treasure chest inside.
Jiang Yan rushed forward and opened it.
"What kind of good treasures are there in my Kangkang?”
"Yes... According to common sense, treasure chests like this usually did not contain anything good.”
Behind him, Morax sounded helpless.
It had been about a week since he left the tribe, and he had become Jiang Yan's tool.
They broke through the rocky peaks and shattered the rocks that locked the treasure chests.
"You don't understand! Opening a treasure chest was to fill it with the unknown. Before opening it, you wouldn't know what treasure was inside. Only then would it be fun.”
Jiang Yan chuckled as he felt his constitution improve a little. He was filled with joy.
"Yes, as you wish."
Morax had long given up resisting.
Or rather, he was already used to it.
" Help!!!"
When they reached a mountain range, a scream suddenly came from not far away, attracting the attention of Jiang Yan and Morax.
"Let's go take a look!"
Instinctively, Jiang Yan wanted to go and watch the show.
On a winding path, a middle-aged man was running forward in a panic with a child in his arms.
A tilted stone tripped him and caused him to fall to the ground. The bandits behind him surrounded him.
"Hehehehe, that dog runs quite fast. Cut the crap! Hurry up and hand over all your valuables!”
The bandits sneered and surrounded the middle-aged man. The sabers in their hands were cold and sharp.
The middle-aged man hugged his last child tightly, his eyes filled with despair and determination.
There was a dagger hidden in his sleeve. Even if he died, he would drag someone along with him!
"Should I save him?"
Jiang Yan said softly.
"Yes, he has a strange feeling.”
Morax nodded.
"Then let me do it. A few bandits are not worth your time.”
Jiang Yan flexed his wrist and walked forward.
"Hmm? Brat, where did you come from?”
The bandits naturally saw Jiang Yan walking toward them.
Jiang Yan smiled and didn't say anything. He just put his hands together.
Then, his arm slowly reached out to the bandits.
"Say something! Bastard!"
A few of the bandits wanted to surround him.
"Wood Evasion, Cutting Art!"
A few wooden spikes emerged from Jiang Yan's arms and instantly pierced through all the bandits in front of him.
The middle-aged man's face was splattered with blood. He hugged his child and his body kept trembling.
"Who are you?"
The middle-aged man trembled as he looked at Jiang Yan, who was smiling and slaughtering the bandits in front of him, and Morax, who was walking slowly behind him.
He didn't relax. Instead, he became even more nervous. The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Could it be that the oriole was here to enjoy the fruits of his labor?
If it was the bandits from before, he would still have the confidence to resist. However, the two in front of him made him unable to muster up the thought of resisting.
It was too terrifying!
"My name is Jiang Xiaobai. As for him, his name is Zhong Li.”
Jiang Yan said with a smile. Before the two of them set off, they had already planned to set off on a journey.
The two of them gave themselves an alias at the same time.
"What's your name?"
"I... My name is Hu Xing."
Hu Xing's voice was still trembling.
"Surnamed Hu? Interesting."
Morax's voice came from behind. He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with interest and said,
"If you want to seek protection, head southwest.”
"When you reach Tianheng Mountain, ask Liuyun for help. Tell him that Zhong Li sent you there.”
Morax still used his alias. He did not intend to expose his original name.
After saying that, Jiang Yan and Morax left the place.
After they were far away, Jiang Yan turned around and asked,""What are you laughing at?"
Since meeting the middle-aged man surnamed Hu, Morax's smile seemed to have never stopped.
"I picked up a treasure."
Morax said softly, which confused Jiang Yan.
"Just because you met someone with the surname Hu, you met a treasure?”
Morax chuckled and shook his head as he explained.
"That middle-aged man just now has a bloodline that can communicate with the power of the netherworld.”
"The child in his arms has the same feeling.”
The power of the netherworld?
Jiang Yan's eyes widened.
surnamed Hu
Possesses a bloodline that can communicate with the power of the netherworld.
Wasn't this the ancestor of Walnut?
I'll throw! Was it really that coincidental?
Jiang Yan looked at Morax with a complicated expression.
How is this a treasure?
You're clearly looking for a meal ticket for yourself thousands of years later.
"What's with that look?"
Morax felt that there was something wrong with Jiang Yan's gaze.
"It's fine. Let's go."
Suddenly, a violent tremor came from the distance. For a moment, the sky and the earth shook. Jiang Yan staggered and almost fell to the ground.
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