Chapter 412: Deep in the Panlong Treasure

"I saw that his child had difficulty walking, so I helped him. You don't have to panic."

Xie Yuchuan paused.

Han Qiguang took a few steps forward, turned around and stared at him in confusion.

"Xie Yuchuan?"

There was doubt in his tone, as well as a hint of inquiry.

Seeing the latter's expression change slightly, Han Qiguang's eyes lit up instantly. He stopped and didn't move. He put his hands into his wide sleeves, waiting to eat the melon.

He could tell at a glance from Xie Yuheng's expression that he was possessed by a spirit!

Han Qiguang was in a state of excitement and paced around him in circles.

After listening to the explanation of the family god, Xie Yuchuan felt relieved.

"Wait a moment, you go back first."

"No rush." ​​Han Qiguang said happily.

He won't leave.

Xie Yuchuan turned around and walked back a few steps, quickly telling his grandmother what the family god meant. After hearing this, Mrs. Xie finally had some idea in her mind.

"So, Rui Ge'er is also a very blessed child. He is blessed with the mercy and care of the family god. His kindness is immeasurable. I don't know how to thank him. Yuchuan, please say a few good words for me."

Xie Yuchuan nodded, time was running out.

The family will be separated for a few days and will meet again after the matter is completed.

Xie Yuchuan and Han Qiguang walked back to the front.

On the way, Han Qiguang couldn't help but ask questions out of curiosity.

"What happened to the household god?"

"The family god is fine."

"Tsk, I'm asking you, is there something wrong with your family?"

Xie Yuchuan didn't want to say it, but...

Sooner or later he would not be able to hide the truth from Han Qiguang, so he told him about his nephew Rui Ge'er.

He thought that Han Qiguang would be as surprised as he was after hearing this.

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Han Qiguang's expression became a little strange, as if he had done something bad behind his back. Xie Yuchuan was furious at the way he seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"Why are you hesitating? Why aren't you talking?"

He rolled his eyes twice, looked at him, and asked, "Besides you, your nephew Rui is the only one in your family who saw the traces of the gods?"

"It's a carriage and horses." Xie Yuchuan corrected.

"What's the difference? Ordinary people ride cattle and horses, while gods ride deer." Han Qiguang often regretted that his mouth was faster than his brain.

Xie Yuchuan squinted at him.

Han Qiguang thought for a moment and asked, "Tell me, is there a possibility that the Xie family's gods will take extra care of those close to you?"

Xie Yuchuan didn't even bother to say a word about this nonsense.

She just stared at him with puzzled eyes, waiting for his next words.

Xie Yuchuan now tells him many secrets, so Han Qiguang would be lying if he says he is unhappy. He also has something on his mind, which he has not yet had time to tell his good brother Xie Yuchuan.

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Han Qiguang pinched the bridge of his nose, then suddenly looked up and said, "Actually, I've also seen the miracles shown by our family god."

"Um."

Xie Yuchuan responded lightly, not taking it too seriously.

After all, the entire Xie family, even Xiong Jiushan, had witnessed the appearance of the family god with their own eyes, so what Han Qiguang said was not surprising.

However, the next sentence suddenly stopped Xie Yuchuan's steady pace of progress.

Han Qiguang said: "The family god once spoke to me by the Erjiang River, writing words in the air."

The tall and straight figure slowly turned around and looked at him under the moonlight...

His dark eyes were slightly narrowed, as if he didn't hear clearly.

"What did you just say?"

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"hiss--"

A gasp suddenly sounded in a dark place.

The sound echoed in the empty inner room, and soon waves of echoes arose.

In the cold and damp cave, a thin layer of frost formed on the walls.

In the darkness, a pair of dark and deep eyes suddenly opened!

The moment consciousness returned, tingling sensations swept over all of his limbs.

A dull hum.

The severe backlash was so painful that it made people want to commit suicide on the spot.

Rapid breathing, ups and downs.

For a moment, Wan Lichun thought he had woken up in front of the King of Hell.

The long sigh barely relieved the needle-like pain between the bones.

After the pain subsided a little, he supported himself by the stone slabs beneath him, and climbed up by grasping the edges and corners between the rocks. He moved step by step with great effort to the innermost part of the cave and crouched down.

In a corner, he picked up some rubble and dug away the soil and rocks on top until half a bluestone brick was exposed underneath.

Holding on to the wall, he took a few deep breaths to catch his breath.

Apply force along the right side of the half bluestone brick, towards the indentation.

There was a loud "boom" beside me.

On the next wall, a stone door half a person's height suddenly opened.

Flames shone through the door.

Wan Lichun's face was gloomy. He stood up with the help of the wall and moved step by step to the stone gate.

He knelt down and kowtowed three times, then bent over and lowered his head as he walked in.

He stepped on the square stone slab on the ground, and the half-person-high stone door behind him closed with a sound.

He covered the wound on his abdomen and struggled to stand up.

Inside the bright cave chamber, you see golden light!

Countless rare treasures and innumerable gold and silver were piled up in front of Wan Lichun as if they were free.

He stared at the wealth in front of him for a long time, and suddenly sneered.

People die for money and birds die for food.

If he does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth.

He dragged his heavy feet, moving step by step to lie down under the "treasure mountain"!

Beneath his body are countless treasures that people all over the world are vying for, and in his hand is the steel knife that will take the life of his enemies.

"Since you are unkind, don't blame me for being unjust."

What about wealth and glory? The pie in the sky painted by others is not as delicious as the one he baked himself!

Every item he picked up was worth a fortune!

Wan Lichun laughed out loud in this secret room where he was the only one there!

Even though the laughter tugged at his wounds, he couldn't control his urge to laugh at everyone's stupidity.

There was a noise outside the stone gate.

Wan Lichun narrowed his eyes and stared at the entrance of the secret room.

He staggered to his feet, supported by the ground, walked to the golden armor beside him, drew out the long sword from it, and slowly dragged it to the door...

The blood from his abdomen dripped onto his feet, but Wanlichun didn't care at all.

He was tense and listened attentively to the noise outside.

The footsteps gradually increased from one or two to four or five, and there were more and more people outside.

Wan Lichun frowned, his heart sinking.

He tore off a long strip from his clothes and quietly wrapped it around the grip of his hand and the long sword.

I don’t know how long it took, but there was a “click” sound outside the stone door.

The moment the half-human-high stone door opened.

Wan Lichun gritted his teeth, raised his long sword high, and chopped off the head of a person who leaned in.

"Someone come! Inside!!!"

Someone outside noticed something unusual and pulled out their dead companion who was stuck at the stone gate.

Without saying anything, he threw in a white cigarette bottle!

Almost in an instant, white smoke filled the secret room where Wan Lichun was.

However, Wanlichun would defend the entrance of the stone gate even if he had to close his eyes.

After killing three or four people in succession, he finally completely blocked the entrance from the inside.

Stumble and look for another exit.

He didn't notice that after the white smoke dissipated, a figure quietly approached behind him.