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Chapter 159

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It was two gazes. The owners of the gazes were flying in the sky and patrolling the prairie. The two gazes shone with a golden light and illuminated the prairie. They flashed past the small village at the bottom of the hill and went far away.

Qin Mu let out a sigh of relief and opened the door. Raising his head to look at the sky, he saw the two huge stars casting down light pillars which enveloped a radius of six to seven miles as they went further and further away.

"I wonder how Senior Brother Ba Shan is doing …"

He was indeed slightly worried.

The one who had just passed by should be a strong practitioner from the Golden Palace of Loulan, an existence on the level of a shaman king. The green bull didn't leave any traces along the way and this village was hidden in the forest. The villagers were all elderly who slept early and didn't have their lights on, therefore, this shaman king didn't discover this village.

However, this shaman king had flown all the way here to search for them, which meant that Chancellor Ba Shan didn't stop him. It was very possible that Chancellor Ba Shan was already injured or had fallen into a siege.

"Sleep!"

Qin Mu threw a small jade bottle to Ling Yuxiu and said resolutely, "Sister, dragon's saliva has a miraculous effect on the injuries on your body. Apply it on your body first and sleep immediately after you're done. We will immediately set off tomorrow morning! "

Ling Yuxiu nodded her head and went into the house. After a moment, the girl opened the door and popped her head out. Her beautiful black hair hung down in front of her chest, revealing half of her smooth shoulder. The rest of her body was hidden behind the door as she said shyly, "The one that herds cows, there are some places that I can't see so it's not convenient to apply …"

"Let me help you!"

Hu Ling'er ran over excitedly and smiled, "Let me help you apply it, there's no need to trouble young master!"

It was a silent night.

The next day, before the sky was completely bright, Qin Mu had already woken up and stretched his body. The few elders in the village had also woken up. The sound of chickens being fed and the sound of sheep being chased out of the sheepfold could be heard. The greetings from the elders made Qin Mu think that he had returned to Disabled Elderly Village in Great Ruins.

"Little couple, are you awake yet? Breakfast is ready, come to my house to eat! "The voice of the old granny came from outside the door.

Qin Mu acknowledged and woke up Ling Yuxiu and the green bull. He then carried Hu Ling'er out from the blanket and walked out of the dilapidated house.

At this moment, a voice came from outside the village. "There's a village here. Let's go and ask for directions."

"Ask what? I can't possibly get lost! "

A voice filled with anger sneered, "I've been there before and was stuck there for a hundred days. How could I get lost?"

Qin Mu was startled. Disbelief was written all over his face as he hurriedly walked towards the entrance of the village.

"There's no harm in asking for directions. You said you remembered the way, but in the end, you brought me around the grassland for such a long time. I'm not Cripple, that scoundrel, who can run so fast … "

Qin Mu quickly came to the entrance of the village and saw a blind man walking over with a bamboo cane. Beside him was a half-bearded old man with two Pig Slaughtering Knives on his back, looking fiendish.

Qin Mu was surprised and delighted. He hurriedly ran over and hugged the half-bearded old man without any explanation. He then threw the half-bearded old man to one side and hugged the skinny old blind man tightly.

"Butcher, didn't I say we went the wrong way again?"

The blind man immediately turned his head to avoid Qin Mu and struggled to speak to the Butcher who was thrown to the corner with a stupefied expression. "You brought me beyond the Great Wall and what happened in the end? You brought me back to Great Ruins, back to our village! Mu'er, let go, I'm about to be strangled to death by you! Where's Village Chief? Is granny back too? Apothecary, Apothecary, don't hide anymore. I can see you! "

After a moment, Blind and the Butcher greeted the few elders in the village. When the elders in the village saw that they were even older than them and were also crippled, they were filled with admiration and secretly praised them for being strong even though they were old.

Ling Yuxiu walked out of her room and had just finished washing her hair. She jumped in shock when she saw the two elders and hurriedly went back into the house with her heart thumping wildly. "It's the two elders that scared Little General Qin and me on Surging River that day!"

Qin Mu avoided the elders in the village and took out the cloth bag on his waist. He lifted up the bottom of the bag and stretched his hand into the bag to search. After a moment, he pulled out two legs and half a body. "Grandpa Butcher, is this the golden lower body you lost?"

"No. This isn't my body. "

The Butcher examined the golden lower body. After a moment, he used his knife to cut one of the legs and touched the golden blood that flowed out. He said suspiciously, "This body seems to be Grand Shaman's. I fought with this old fellow before so I'm very familiar with his blood. More than half of this lower body is already dead and can't be used anymore. "

Qin Mu also went forward to touch the golden blood. This golden blood was already half congealed but it still contained traces of fire nature. There was even a drop of blood swimming around his fingertip, trying to drill into his body.

Qin Mu immediately executed his vital qi and transformed it into Vermillion Bird Vital Qi to burn it continuously. He spent a lot of effort to burn this drop of blood dry and said, "Since this is Grand Shaman's lower body, Grandpa Butcher's lower body must be on Grand Shaman's body."

"This old fellow admires me to such an extent?"

The Butcher stroked his beard and said proudly, "In that case, is the son he gave birth to his son or mine?"

The stubble on his face was as hard as steel thorns and sizzled when he touched it.

The more he thought about it, the prouder he got and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

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