Countryside Magic Doctor

He continued to chase after Big Yellow for seven or eight miles.    

Hee Feng was surprised to find that there was actually a fire burning in this desolate mountain forest.    

It was about three to five miles ahead of him.    

He quickly raised the sword in his hand and followed behind Big Yellow cautiously.    

When he walked in, he found that there was a military tent in the cleared forest.    

There was a fire outside, and a large aluminum pot was placed on top of it.    

There was meat soup in the aluminum pot.    

Next to the tent, there was a rack with half a frozen wolf hanging on it.    

The fire was burning vigorously.    

The meat soup in the aluminum pot was boiling, emitting waves of fragrance.    

Hee Feng looked at the fire and meat soup, then pierced the tent with his sword.    

The tent was cut open, and there was only a sleeping bag, a pile of snacks, and a laptop inside.    

The TV series of Hanwu Emperor was playing on the laptop.    

It seemed like he hadn't left for long.    

Hee Feng let go of the Spiritual Consciousness and searched everywhere.    

However, he could not find any trace of the person within seven to eight miles of his Spiritual Consciousness.    

It was as if the person had disappeared.    

Hee Feng frowned and asked Big Yellow who was eating the wild wolf on the shelf, "Big Yellow, can you sense where he has gone?"    

Big Yellow shook his head. The frost that was created from his running speed was still there.    

Seeing Big Yellow like this, a disappointed expression appeared on Hee Feng's face. In the end, he still let Big Yellow run away.    

He sat in the remaining tent for a while.    

Hee Feng had no choice but to bring Big Yellow along and leave dejectedly.    

He didn't want to be in danger like Tathagata.    

Hee Feng jumped onto the branches of the forest like a martial arts expert in a movie. He jumped, jumped, and with a swoosh, he left with Big Yellow.    

Just as he returned to Hee Village.    

Under the remnants of the fire, the fire was about to be extinguished. The remaining sparks were still struggling to emit a weak light.    

A figure came out from under the fire.    

The person was charred black by the fire.    

His eyebrows and hair were also burnt.    

However, when a bottle of mineral water was poured on his face from the tent beside him.    

When you wash off the greyish black on your face, you will be surprised to find out.    

There was actually no trace of burns on his face.    

It was as if the flames had no effect on him.    

"You scared me to death." The man poured a bottle of mineral water directly into his mouth and said.    

"Looks like he's a tough guy. I need to call more brothers over." He sat in the tent and waited for a while.    

The man squatted down again and looked around in the fire.    

Then he pulled out a long spear.    

The red embellishment on the spear was still bright. It was obvious that the flames did not harm him at all.    

It was like a child riding a horse with a stick.    

The person who looked to be in his fifties rode on the spear.    

With a swoosh, the spear carried him far away.    

The next day.    

The sky was already bright, but Hee Feng's door was still tightly shut.    

Her son usually did not sleep and always woke up early. Chen Guixiang was puzzled and knocked on the door.    

"Feng Er, get up."    

Hee Feng, who was in the room, was upset and said, "Mom, I will sleep for a while."    

So Chen Guixiang left and went to wake Hee Lingling up.    

Inside the room, Hee Feng was sitting cross-legged on the bed.    

His brows were tightly knitted and twisted into a huge lump.    

"Looks like I'm not the only Cultivator in this world. There should be a lot of them." After a long time, Hee Feng opened his eyes and said faintly.    

His tone was obviously a little disappointed. After all, everyone wanted him to be the one and only superhero.    

Hee Feng didn't know who they were or what organization they were, he thought to himself.    

The Cultivator was not scary. The key was the Cultivator with evil intentions.    

Sighing, Hee Feng got off the bed.    

He thought to himself, 'There must be a way to get to the top of the mountain. I don't think this is a solution. The next time they come, I will stop them and interrogate them.'    

Just as Hee Feng was playing with his sister and eating breakfast.    

In a desert in the northwest of China.    

A place that did not exist on the map. This was the tomb of a certain emperor of Western Xia.    

Now, the barrier that an expert had set up here had become the headquarters of some unknown Cultivator sect in China.    

Setting up a sect in an ancient tomb.    

It was very obvious that it wasn't some good stuff.    

Of course, the little dragon girl's ancient tomb sect was an exception.    

When the sun just rose, the 50-year-old little old man who disappeared from the forest near Hee Village rode his dark red long spear and arrived here.    

Shua!    

Two figures emerged from the ground.    

"You two idiots are still here!" The 50-year-old old man came down from his spear.    

He held his spear as a crutch and came before the two of them.    

The two of them were a man and a woman, giggling as they wore clothing that was completely different from the clothing of ancient China.    

However, they looked extremely gorgeous.    

Mm, you guessed right, this is the corpse of the Empress and Emperor in this mausoleum.    

It's a pity that they were made into puppets by this sect, and were only used as watchdogs for the sect.    

The old man in his fifties kicked the two corpses to the side, and the two corpses clumsily got up from the ground and stood to the side.    

They just didn't have mental thinking ability and only had brute force puppets.    

The old man stood in the middle of an empty space.    

He began to chant an incantation.    

With a swoosh, he disappeared.    

The two puppets once again burrowed into the earth.    

They walked along the long corridor.    

The old man held his spear.    

His feet made a series of sounds as he stepped on the ancient limestone. In this extremely gloomy tomb, it was especially frightening.    

On both sides of the pathway, the lamps that were made of whale oil were still burning.    

This was the flame that had burned from the West Xia to the present.    

It had not been extinguished even after a thousand years.    

There was also a huge whale oil pool at the bottom of West Xia's Imperial Mausoleum.    

It looked like the reserves were burning for thousands of years, so it was not a problem.    

"Venerable One, I heard that you have returned. Sect Master specially sent me to pick you up." At the end of the tunnel, a man in a black robe walked out from behind a rotating stone door. He was wearing a black robe.    

"Lead the way." The old man's voice was gloomy and terrifying.    

"Yes."    

They continued to walk inside.    

The murals on the wall became more and more conspicuous and exquisite. Wang Lin's deepest part was right in front of him.    

The ceiling was inlaid with jewels, and the dozen or so night pearls made this place as bright as day.    

On top of a tall platform, there was a person sitting on top of it like an emperor in the imperial palace. He was holding an item that was not suitable for the time being.    

It formed a sharp contrast with this place.    

In his hand was a brand new tablet made by Huawei, constantly fiddling with it.