Strongest Guard

In the night that was sparse in the moonlight, the grave of an ownerless grave suddenly started to shake.    

    

Anyone who saw this scene wouldn't feel an indescribable sense of nervousness.    

    

It wasn't impossible for a timid person to be scared to death on the spot.    

    

The sudden appearance of Shen Qingwu just now scared away Old Man Wang's eldest son.    

    

After Yang Xiao and Shen Qingwu said that sentence, they returned to the Great Elder's side to listen to the explanation of the "White Tiger Ouroboros".    

    

During this time, no one paid any attention to Old Man Wang.    

    

The old man cursed at his son for being disappointing and worried about his grandson that was still in Daughter-in-law's stomach. He felt that he could no longer trouble the deities to dig his grave for him.    

    

Thus, gritting his teeth and hardening his heart, he picked up the hoe that had fallen to the ground and walked over to the grave.    

    

It was just a matter of digging out the soil and catching a few bugs.    

    

It's no big deal.    

    

Impressive, after catching bugs, Old Man Wang would pay for the person buried here and buy a good cemetery at Qingshan's funeral home as compensation.    

    

He believed that the dead man would know and would understand his desire to save others.    

    

Thinking of this, Old Man Wang used all of his strength and swung the hoe in his hand.    

    

He swung his arms down and hacked his head on the top of the grave.    

    

However, he never would have thought that the loose soil layer would actually be forcefully stuck on the hoe's metal head. No matter what, Old Man Wang wouldn't be able to pull it away.    

    

When he encountered such a strange matter, the courage that he had gathered with great difficulty dissipated in an instant.    

    

The next thing he saw was the entire mound, starting from the bottom and continuing to arch upwards.    

    

The dirt on top of the grave fell down.    

    

Old Man Wang, who could no longer bear the fear in his heart, would definitely be rolling and crawling to find the protection of the elderly deity.    

    

Thus, the few people present saw something crawling out from the ground.    

    

"A corpse?"    

    

At this moment, the words "Great Elder", "Yang Xiao" and "Shen Qingwu" popped up in their minds at the same time.    

    

Without saying anything, Lao'er picked up Old Man Wang, who was under his feet, and casually threw him backwards.    

    

That old man seemed to have a temper as he rolled far away and landed at the edge of the tomb.    

    

After which, the Head Elder acted as if he had met a great enemy, and all the muscles on his body tensed up.    

    

The Great Clan Elder had immersed himself in the art of Profound Sect for many years, and he had more or less understood the path of corpses and ghosts.    

    

Forcing a corpse had always been a common phenomenon.    

    

But if he were to say that this was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes, of course he would have to face it seriously.    

    

If necessary, immediately bring the king away from this land of conflict.    

    

After all, the items that could be used to extort corpses had already exceeded the scope of human understanding. No one could guarantee how high the value of that thing's martial power was.    

    

Compared to the Great Elder's nervous attitude, Yang Xiao's reaction was much calmer.    

    

In this world, there was nothing that could frighten the great King Xuanyuan. His only feeling was excitement.    

    

There was no other way.    

    

Most of his life, was spent in a place as isolated as Flame Valley, so boredom had already become the norm.    

    

This led to Yang Xiao sometimes having psychological distortions and treating tormenting others as a pleasure.    

    

It had been a long time since he had tortured anyone, and as the joy of life had lessened, he would naturally be overjoyed to encounter such a rare scene of a corpse being extorted.    

    

Shen Qingwu, who was standing beside him, had a change of heart.    

    

She had heard of swindling corpses before, so she wasn't as excited as Yang Xiao.    

    

More importantly, she knew that a person had just fallen into the grave.    

    

That person was Lee Nanfang, who was said to have a dragon hidden inside his body. No matter who dies, he will not die.    

    

Could the thing he was trying to climb out of now be that scumbag?    

    

The three of them stood shoulder to shoulder as they fought. All of them stared at the grave that was shaking unceasingly, each of them having their own thoughts.    

    

In the midst of endless silence, there was a clang.    

    

The hoe that Old Man Wang just hacked on the grave fell.    

    

Along with the sound, the mound suddenly opened up.    

    

A figure that was clearly several times wider than a normal human flew up from the ground, followed by countless black beetles that began to spew out from the ground like gushing spring water.    

    

Those little bugs were obviously greatly frightened.    

    

They fled in all directions, not knowing where to go.    

    

The Head Elder frowned slightly. With a wave of his long sleeves, many of the bugs that had chosen to flee towards them were caught up in the tornado, spinning a few times in the air before falling down on their bellies.    

    

The short legs stomped back and forth, unable to turn over.    

    

He could only turn into the figure that came out from underground, the stepping stone after landing.    

    

Ten meters apart.    

    

Even Yang Xiao and the others felt an irresistible chill.    

    

Think about it.    

    

As the Sect Master of Fructus, Shen Qingwu had learned some special martial arts since childhood and was able to easily subdue Lee Nanfang in his normal state.    

    

Yang Xiao's skills were well-known. Even the world's best fighter, Hu Mietang, would find it difficult to face him head on.    

    

With Great Elder's skill, it was impossible to estimate that back then, when they were at Flame Valley, he could have subdued Yang Xiao with a single hand and made him kneel in front of the Xuanyuan Deity.    

    

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the three of them together could exterminate an entire army.    

    

The figure that had appeared from underground simultaneously felt extremely nervous.    

    

What kind of monster could produce such power?    

    

The three of them stared straight at the black shadow.    

    

The creature stood on the spot, its upper body heaving intensely. The faint sound of heavy breathing could be heard.    

    

Before they could understand why a dead body could breathe, the shadow suddenly split into two, transforming into two heads and four feet.    

    

Then one of the heads fell over and the other slowly lowered.    

    

The scene --    

    

No matter how you looked at it, it looked like one person had the other person lying flat on the ground.    

    

What kind of scene was this?    

    

Even the knowledgeable and knowledgeable Great Elder had no idea about the situation in front of him.    

    

At this moment, Old Man Wang, who was at the side of the grave, rolled around and grabbed the flashlight that had just landed beside him. He raised his hand and shone it over.    

    

The face of the black shadow immediately appeared under the light pillar.    

    

Shen Qingwu and Yang Xiao were both stunned for a moment before they exclaimed, "Lee Nanfang!"    

    

That's right, the thing that flew out from the ground was Lee Nanfang.    

    

Boss Lee's life was always accompanied by all kinds of strange encounters.    

    

This time was no exception.    

    

He had just used a ghost story to scare Shen Qingwu, so it was convenient for him to take advantage of her.    

    

Miss Shen kicked him into the grave.    

    

If it was an ordinary grave, it would have been fine. At most, it would have just hit the coffin and hurt the butt.    

    

However, there was something different about Old Man Wang's family tomb.    

    

The tomb of his great-grandfather alone had set up a rare "well of gold" art.    

    

In ancient China, burial was always a very important ceremony.    

    

For ordinary people, they would just casually dig a hole and bury their faces in it.    

    

There were poor families, and there were even people who threw their corpses into the wilderness.    

    

However, rich people were different. That was to ask Feng Shui to find a Feng Shui treasure land and bury it according to some complicated procedures.    

    

To what extent are these processes complicated?    

    

Even when he was filling a coffin, he had to pay attention to how much earth he picked up from the ground and how many jins he put in each time.    

    

The higher the level of nobility, the more incredible it was. Their tomb was no longer a pit, but a cave.    

    

There were several hundred acres of land occupied by a single person, so it was not a small number.    

    

As for the royal family, they were even more unspeakable. They were just a group of tombs.    

    

Why did he spend so much effort to create a place for the dead to be buried?    

    

This was because these people all had their own burial items.    

    

Those who had the ability to bring their burial items to the grave would naturally have the money to hire Feng Shui Masters to set up a few secret traps in their tombs to prevent others from stealing their tombs.    

    

These organs had a very wide reputation in the field of Feng Shui Graveyard.    

    

The "Metal Well Technique" was one of them.    

    

A golden well, as the name implies, was to open a well under a coffin and throw in something that the tomb master had loved before death, or something as priceless as a piece of gold, silver, or jewelry.    

    

This well can't be too big.    

    

After arranging the precious items and fixing the soil, only an opening as thick as a baby's arm was left behind.    

    

The cold wind from the underground could be felt through the metal well, bringing with it the aura of treasure, blowing all the way up.    

    

Coincidentally, the upper layer of the coffin was placed right at the back of the deceased's head.    

    

Meaning: "Long golden silver energy, ten thousand years of peace."    

    

According to legend, after the last year of the Qing dynasty, when Empress Dowager Cixi died, there was a golden well at the back of her tomb coffin, filled with countless gold and silver treasures.    

    

Anyone who didn't believe him could go and take a look.    

    

Of course, no one knew what would happen after looking at it.    

    

No matter what, the place where the Golden Well Art existed would definitely be the tomb of a supreme noble.    

    

But this great-grandfather of Xiliang Village's chief, Old Man Wang, who was considered a noble?    

    

They were all old farmers who had been farming for generations. It would be an incredible thing if they could be buried with a few copper coins in their hands. Why would they put a golden well under the coffin?    

    

Lee Nanfang didn't understand.    

    

In addition, he did not even know what the Golden Well Art was, so how could he possibly explain it clearly?    

    

He only knew that there was a hole under the coffin that was crooked. It was large enough to allow him to go down through a tunnel.    

    

In the blink of an eye, he landed on top of the other coffin.    

    

Beneath the coffin.    

    

That's right.    

    

Under the golden well of Old Man Wang's great-grandfather's tomb, what was buried was not some gold and silver treasure, but another tomb.    

    

If the Great Elder had been with Lee Nanfang, he would have been even more surprised.    

    

Since ancient times, the most taboo thing when choosing a Yin Residence was to dig a new grave in someone else's tomb.    

    

Regardless of the identity of the person who was buried, they would all die the same way after death.    

    

Why are you sleeping on top of someone else's head?    

    

The direct result of this situation was to stimulate the growth of the suppressed tomb, causing the grievances of the dead to rise, forming a murderous aura.    

    

Destroying the feng shui here and then affecting the descendants of the family above.    

    

If the person in the tomb below was someone easy to talk to, or if someone from the Starseeker Clan saw his idol on top of him, this would definitely not happen.    

    

The Star Chaser clan would only happily climb up every night and run upstairs. They would hug their idol and gnaw on it non-stop. How could they have the time to form a killing aura for them?    

    

However, if it was a pair of enemies living together, that would be troublesome.    

    

None of the descendants of the family above could be any better off.    

    

If they didn't want you to lose all your descendants, they would only want you to be a male thief and a female prostitute for generations to come.    

    

Given the different circumstances, it would be impossible to explain the situation clearly for an entire day.    

    

Just by saying that Lee Nanfang encountered this.    

    

He did not know who the coffin above him belonged to, nor did he know who the guy below him was.    

    

He only cared if he could climb up.    

    

Perhaps, if he were to fall down this time, he would be able to gain something unexpected.    

    

The opening above his head was only three meters above the ground. To Boss Lee, climbing back should not be a problem.    

    

Thus, it was better for him to look at the object before him.    

    

Thinking of this, he took out his lighter and lit it up.    

    

His gaze fell on the coffin beside him.