achine explode I don't think Lin looks like someone who knows how to cook.”I secretly twisted him: "This is for my brother to taste, we're just along for the ride. Later, no matter how it turns out, w..."No, no, no, I'm not going in," I quickly waved my hands. "I'll just stay outside the tomb, even with the door separating us. I don't dare go inside!"

Long Xiaoge frowned, his stray hair across his forehead making his eyes look somewhat sinister.

He must be upset.

"I hastily explained, "Because the memory passed down from the Witch King City is fragmented, the old monster deliberately erased some things before. The Gu King hasn't been cultivated for so many years, and Mu Wanchen has a male gu planted on him, but there is no change... Da Shi Wang has achieved the Corpse Immortal Dao and lived for a long time. He should have heard some rumors, right I just want to ask for advice, without any disrespect."

Long Xiaogē shook his head: "The tomb is only opened to the outside during sacrificial ceremonies. You must have fallen in due to special circumstances, and in the past two years, Mu Xia Qiao and they broke through the anger of the Great Corpse King once. The Great Corpse King has gradually gathered his spiritual body over the past two years. His true form is in the heavily guarded tombs behind, and there are many Corpse Kings guarding him. If you fell into the inside, you would have been torn to pieces by the Corpse Kings long ago. Would you even want to go in again"

I wiped the sweat from my brow: "Well, I guess I'm one lucky guy..."

"A corpse king with a clear mind and a gentle disposition isn't something you see often. If you truly wish to make a plea, perhaps he will sense it." Long Xiaoge furrowed his brow, tossing me a sentence.

He didn't flatly refuse my request.

Of course I can sincerely beseech him. I'll prepare offerings every day and go to the altar in the cave outside his mausoleum to pay my respects. Surely, one day, the Great Corpse King will feel my devotion

If you say so, then do it. After all, you need to collect information on tens of thousands of families and create simple files for each one, which will take some time.

As I finalized the table and formatting, I also assigned responsibilities to each person.

With so many households, I couldn't possibly register each one individually. So, I emulated the old "Baojia system" and divided them into "responsibility areas" based on their temporary residences.

Ten households formed a "jia" (class), with a "jiazhang" (headman) appointed. Ten "jia" formed a "bao" (district), with a "baozhang" (district head) appointed. Ten "bao" formed a "shengchandui" (production team), with a "duizhang" (team leader) appointed.

"Production team What does that even mean" Mu Wanchen was taken aback.

"That's a socialist-era term! Don't worry about it, just call it the production team. It'll come in handy for dividing up the town when we build it..." I lowered my head and continued drawing tables.

I'm also drawing samples and sending them out with paper. Once that's done, I'm free to go. I'll take Mu Wanchen hiking and pay respects at the ancestral tomb of the Miao Kings.

The mountains were towering and majestic, layer upon layer.

In these places where mountains and waters are intertwined, burial practices are also relatively simple.

Whether it's the suspended coffins or the cave burials, Miao Wang City is imbued with a unique atmosphere.

Outside the tomb was a mountain crevice, with vines and trees obscuring the entrance. Two guards were stationed here.

Now, even the guards at Miao Wang City are scarce. Such an important place only has two guards. Before we went up the mountain with Long Xiaoge, he had already sounded the whistle and used the secret code. The guards respectfully saluted Long Xiaoge and questioned him in dialect.

Long Xiaoge gave us a few instructions and led us inside to place the offerings.

There was a spacious cave in the mountain cleft, with some black streaks on the protruding rocks on the ground. I casually asked, “Are there ore deposits inside”

"What kind of ore" Long Xiao turned his head to look at the ground I was pointing at, and frowned slightly. "That's what a traitor threw in before."

"What kind of animal" I didn't react.

"It was a body, peeled and bleeding... animal, human... stained with the color of blood."

"Damn it... I quickly pulled my hand back, wiping at the corner of my clothes furtively, and looked at Mu Wanchen. "

Mú Wǎnchén shook his head. "Don't be so curious, some ancient places have stories in every brick and tile. Don't offend the ancestors."

Long Xiaoge let out a barely perceptible sigh: "Forget it, compared to women who are eating inside and out, this isn't much of an offense. The altar is right here."

The so-called altar was also very simple, compared to the magnificent altar of the Shaman King's City, it was like an ordinary rural mountain cave temple, half natural and half artificial.

The mountain wall was covered with countless indecipherable characters. Dust and sand had buried many of the carvings. Long Xiaogē knelt beneath the altar, reciting words of sacrifice.

In a moment, I felt a wave of goosebumps rise on my back, until my scalp went numb.

I turned back, and in the shadowy depths of the cave, a mist seemed to rise. The light was being consumed little by little, and a bone-chilling cold emanated from the unseen depths below.

"This… This is the Great Corpse King reacting"

A faint and distant chill spread, accompanied by a dangerous and violent aura.

Long Xiaoge's face was solemn. He spoke in a low voice, "You wait here. I'll go into the main hall of the mausoleum and take a look."

"Will it be dangerous" I asked nervously, "Perhaps... perhaps we should leave and not disturb the Great Corpse King."

No matter how much the Corpse King cares for his descendants, he is still a terrifying presence.

To proactively approach such a monster, isn't that, isn't that a bit inappropriate

"When the Corpse King goes mad, I've even entered the main tomb. It's no big deal..." Long Xiaoge said as he prepared to walk into the crevice deeper into the cave.

"Wait." Mu Wanchen suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm, "I feel something's not right."

“I also feel something is wrong.” Long Xiao glanced at him, frowned and said, “I must go in and have a look.”

"I'll go with you." Mu Wanchen didn't stop him, but instead proactively offered to go with him.

Before I could even ask, "What about me" Mu Wanchen turned back to look at me and said, "You wait outside the cave, Gu Ling will bring it."

The weasel I shook my wrist, the jade tube hidden in my sleeve.

"Wait outside, we'll go in and take a look. If there's nothing unusual, we'll come get you." Mu Wanchen reached out to touch my cheek, making me obedient.

I had no choice but to agree. In order not to cause them trouble, I walked out of the cave and stood beside a guard.

The guards looked at me with some confusion and asked, “Your Highness, what brings you here It’s been a long time since you last visited. Is there something in particular”

The guard's dialect sounded kind of funny. I've dealt with people from around here before, so I imitated their accent and replied, "Nothing much, just here to pay respects to the old immortal."

When I mentioned the old immortal, their faces lit up with pride.

This is probably the driving force behind their willingness to remain steadfast in the green mountains. As times change, there will always be some people who remain devout.

"Have any traitors emerged from here" I whispered, gossiping, "Those bloodstains on the stones inside..."

The guard's face darkened, and he whispered to me, "A few years ago, the future wife of our Miao King got together with a man to betray our Great Corpse King..."

Oh, I see.

"Is the Great Corpse King behaving abnormally now I suddenly felt a chill from inside just now."

The guards looked at each other in bewilderment, shaking their heads and saying, "What's the matter We're here guarding all day long." of years!"This old man is well thought out.Jiang Qiyun sneered and said with disdain, "Trying to stop a chariot with one's arms, like an ant trying to shake a tree."My elder brother stroked his chin...