Yang Lan'er felt distressed when she thought of those sects' classics and China's heritage. Emma, ​​these foreign forces were too abominable. Even if they couldn't practice, they had to bear the consequences themselves, lest China develop rapidly and overwhelm them directly.

Humph, let’s make a note of this first. Yang Lan’er feels that there is no rush for this matter. Once the time is right, she might have some ideas. However, she has to consider it carefully.

"Then why did you stay in the valley for so long?" Yang Lan'er suppressed the thoughts in her mind and continued to ask about the inside story.

"The records of the sect's secret collection have been lost, and the Church only has the map and key to this valley, nothing else. It seems that there are many mechanisms in the secret collection, and I have to slowly explore before I can get in." The ghost master was annoyed, and then his facial features became excited: "However, after three years of exploration, I can almost get in. As long as I have the key, I can open the secret collection and reorganize my Five Poison Sect. However, I was just a little short of it, and the base was destroyed."

"It's good this way. Even though the base is destroyed, the key is still there. I had a lot of trouble getting it. The sect's secret treasure is now mine. Hehe, the Five Poison Sect will definitely be revived in my hands and restore the glory of our ancestors." The Ghost Master spoke too excitedly. His old face began to twist. He had probably never had such an expressive look before, so his facial muscles were a little on strike.

"..." Yang Lan'er was silent to the fanatic in front of her: "Will the Holy See help you get the secret treasure for nothing?"

"Of course not. The old Pope just wants to use me to open the secret treasure. No matter how long their people study, they can't open it." Ghost Master said disdainfully: "We agreed to each take half, so naturally I will choose first."

Yang Lan'er was stunned: "That was left by your ancestor, and you actually gave half of it to a foreigner? Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to explain to your ancestor in the future?"

"Humph, I naturally don't want to, but I can't compete with the Holy See now, and if I don't agree, I won't get the map and the key. It's better to hand over half and at least get half back." The Ghost Master said this angrily, as if he could do nothing about it. The power of the Holy See is comparable to that of a country, and currently no country dares to touch its tiger's whiskers, so he naturally can't do anything alone.

The most important thing is that the Pope’s strength is unknown. In the overall ranking of the dark world, he is always in the top three, and currently no one dares to give it a try.

"In that case, aren't you afraid that after the secret treasure is opened, the Holy See will directly kill people to silence them?" Yang Lan'er felt that this ghost master's thoughts were very weird. Sometimes he was very vicious, and sometimes he was very upright. He was simply a combination of contradictions. She probably felt that he was also very conflicted about this, and his thoughts were always complicated.

"They dare!" Ghost Master glared with murderous intent in his eyes. He probably had never thought about this situation.

All I can say is that this old man who is half a step away from innateness is sometimes very insightful and sometimes just very "stupid". I don't know how he has been living these years. It's a miracle that he can still live until now.

Yang Lan'er was speechless for a long while: "Why not? There are so many superpowers and masters in the Holy See, and the Pope is the third-ranked mysterious master in the dark world. You are only half a step away from the innate, how can you escape?"

When the Ghost Master was asked, he was unable to answer and his expression became even more distorted, as if the hatred, unwillingness and anger in his heart were about to break through the shackles.

Seeing this, Yang Lan'er no longer wanted to ask any more questions. This guy has a brain problem and can't get his head around certain things. Could it be that his skills are incomplete and he has become stupid from practicing?

"Where is the key?" Yang Lan'er asked directly. She didn't want to save the Ghost Master. Such a person was really not worth it.

No wonder China's dark world is extremely xenophobic and hostile to foreign forces. It should be related to the lost classics in the Dark Ages. However, the Ghost Master knew this and still cooperated with the Vatican, which in itself violated a taboo.

No matter what his reason was, it was not worthy of forgiveness. I believe that the ancestors of the Five Poison Sect would rather break the inheritance than want the things they left to the younger generation to fall into the hands of foreigners! After all, if the things were left in a secret place, someone would find them in the future and naturally reorganize the Five Poison Sect instead of cooperating with foreigners in this way of trading.

A ghost master serves his own heart more than his sect.

When Yang Lan'er saw the ghost master take out the key woodenly, she took it directly and turned and left.

She did not take action against the Ghost Master. The golden snake venom in him had already broken through the acupuncture points and spread throughout his body. It wouldn't be long before he would die from the poison, and she just watched him die without helping him.

If the Ghost Master really developed the Five Poison Sect in this way, he would be suppressed by his peers in China, because others did not know whether he was a minion or a local stronghold supported by the Holy See. Over the years, even if the dark world was not strong, it would guard its own country tightly. Even though the Holy See spread some beliefs in China on the surface, it actually failed to develop at all.

Passing by the bowl glowing green, Yang Lan'er looked at it curiously, then put on a pair of rubber gloves and put the bowl into the space. She intuitively felt that this thing was not simple and might be the inherited treasure of the Five Poison Sect.

The so-called key was the jade pendant that Jack mentioned. The ghost master took it out, saving her a lot of effort.

Yang Lan'er swept the valley again with her spiritual consciousness, still puzzled and found nothing. She was thinking about whether she should go back and ask the ghost master where the secret place was, when she saw the golden and silver snakes on his shoulders hissing, jumping to the ground and swimming towards one place.

Seeing this, Yang Lan'er raised her eyebrows and suddenly realized that these two golden and silver snakes must have been discovered by the ghost master in the secret treasure and he managed to awaken them, so the two snakes must be aware of their nest.

Immediately putting the so-called ghost master behind her mind, Yang Lan'er followed the golden and silver snakes.

It has to be admitted that she was indeed curious about the secrets of the Five Poison Sect, but Yang Lan'er had no intention of taking them for herself. After all, no matter how powerful the Five Poison Sect was, it was only a legacy of warriors. At most, she would take a look at it and maybe find a suitable disciple to pass it on to the Five Poison Sect.

At worst, the secret treasure should be completely restored, or changed so that it still exists there, waiting for its owner to appear. Even if the Holy See still wants to come, it can't open it with the map in hand, and the key is now in her hand.

Yang Lan'er was very interested in the Five Poison Sect's technique of raising poisonous insects, so she wanted to read the classics. If it was not possible, she would not regret it.

I followed the golden and silver snakes to a very inconspicuous grassland in the corner of the valley. There was nothing special but grass all around.

But I saw the golden and silver snakes swimming around a piece of square inch of land. After circling a few times, it seemed that some mechanism was triggered. Only a slight click was heard, and the square inch of land was like a sliding door lying down, and it shrank from one side to make a hole only big enough for one person to pass through.