Chapter 1369: Disciple on the Move

"I am... a zombie!"

As Mu Yunxi finished her words, she laughed sweetly, and along with it came a man's scream of pain.

But in just a moment, the man's scream stopped abruptly, and Mu Yunxi's long nails pierced directly into the man's head. His head, like a watermelon, was crushed by Mu Yunxi.

"Brother!"

The other two shouted in unison, and then they all took out their guns and aimed at Mu Yunxi tremblingly.

"You... want to die too?" Mu Yunxi threw the corpse out like a dead dog, and then stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked the blood on his nails.

"You, you, you really are... a zongzi?" The two were already scared silly, and they could hardly hold the guns in their hands, and they kept shaking.

"Zongzi?" Mu Yunxi raised her eyebrows and waved her hand at the two men.

Instantly, the rolling corpse gas was like a tidal wave, blowing the two men away directly.

"That's enough." Seeing Mu Yunxi full of murderous aura, I hurriedly called her and said, "Don't kill them all, I still have something to ask them."

Hearing this, Mu Yunxi snorted coldly, then turned around and left in dismay.

"Big, big brother, don't kill us, the things, all the things are for you..."

As he said this, one of them threw the backpack on his back at my feet with a "clang".

I didn't look at the backpack under my feet, but looked at the two people and asked: "I ask you, which dynasty's tomb is below?"

"This...we don't know either." The two people swallowed their saliva with a 'gulp' sound, and said tremblingly: "We, we are just doing the hard work of digging the hole, and we don't know anything else. Brother, we didn't lie to you."

I frowned: "Then how did you find this ancient tomb?"

It is not easy to locate a tomb, and the two people in front of me obviously don't have this ability.

"Yes, Wang Laoqi brought us here." A man said.

"Wang Laoqi?" I raised my eyebrows, remembering what several people said in the cave, "Did you kill him?"

"Yes..." One of them nodded tremblingly.

"Why?"

"We, we got a lot of good things. Wang Laoqi is only one person, but, but there are three of us, and we just want to..."

"You just want to keep

it all for yourself?" "We deserve to die, we deserve to die, we shouldn't have killed Wang Laoqi, brother, we were wrong, please let us go!"

The two of them were scared silly after seeing Mu Yunxi's methods. At this moment, they were crying and snotting, begging for mercy from me, and they were almost kowtowing to me.

I shook my head and said, "Your murder has nothing to do with me, but I am very interested in this tomb. It's a pity that you killed the only person who knew the details of this tomb."

"Brother, Wang Laoqi... may not be dead!" One person's eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly said, "When we threw Wang Laoqi back into the tomb, Wang Laoqi was still breathing. We, we can re-enter the tomb and take Wang Laoqi out for you. Brother, you see..."

Before the two of them finished their words, a weak voice suddenly came from the thief hole.

"No need, I came out by myself."

After hearing this voice, the two men were immediately shocked and trembled all over. One of them even shouted: "Wang Laoqi? Aren't you fucking dead? Is it... a ghost?"

"Dead? Do you think I can die so easily?"

As the voice fell, a middle-aged man with a pale face crawled out of the thief hole.

He crawled very hard. After his upper body came out of the thief hole, he had no strength left. He lay on the edge of the thief hole and gasped for breath.

"You three bastards, when you killed me, did you ever think that there would be a time when you would be killed by someone?" The man lay at the entrance of the thief hole, gritting his teeth, and cursed at the two men with hatred.

"I've traveled thousands of miles to bring you here to make a fortune, and you three bastards actually want to kill me? Damn it, you deserve to die!"

After saying that, the man turned his head and looked at me, clasped his fists to me, and said, "I'm a disciple of the Northeastern Chuma, Ma Zizai, brother Lao Jia, can you give me a hand?"

"Disciple of Chuma?" I narrowed my eyes.

In the martial arts world, there has always been a saying.

That is Nan Mao Bei Ma.

It refers to the Maoshan Sect and Chuma disciples.

Maoshan and Chuma disciples are first-class in their methods of suppressing evil spirits, and they are very famous among the people.

However, famous sects like Maoshan have always been low-key, so later, it was changed to Nan Kunlun and Bei Chuma.

However, this reputation is well-known in the martial arts world, but I have been walking in the martial arts world for more than a year, but I have never seen a disciple who can perform rituals. I didn't expect to see one in this barren yellow land.

I slowly got up and walked to the thief's cave, stretched out my hand and pulled the man out.

"Thank you, brother. May I ask your name?" The man sat paralyzed on the ground and asked with a smile.

Although there was a smile on the man's face, one of his hands was tightly covering his abdomen. Strings of blood were constantly flowing out of his abdomen, and even his entire pants were almost stained with blood.

"Zhang Baiyu." I said lightly.

"Thank you, brother Zhang, for saving me. Otherwise, I might really fall into the hands of these three bastards." Ma Zizai said with a smile.

"I was just passing by, it's just a small favor." I said lightly, and then deliberately took two steps back.

This is the feud between Ma Zizai and the three brothers, and I don't want to intervene.

And I can see that Ma Zizai should have some skills. The reason why he was almost killed by the three brothers is probably because the other party had a gun and suddenly killed him when he was not prepared.

"You two bastards, come here!" Ma Zizai gritted his teeth and said viciously to the two men.

The two looked at each other, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in their eyes, but perhaps because I was by their side, the two brothers did not continue to attack Ma Zizai, but trembled and climbed up, and slowly walked in front of Ma Zizai.

With a 'thump' sound, the two men knelt straight in front of Ma Zizai.

"Ma, Brother Ma, we were wrong, we shouldn't have attacked you. My elder brother is already dead. Can you spare our lives for the sake of my elder brother's death? As long as you spare our lives, then our two brothers..."

With a 'thump' sound, hot blood gushed out from the necks of the two men.

Ma Zizai swung the dagger in his hand and cursed: "Spared you? Why didn't you think of bypassing me just now? Bastards, I helped you make a fortune and you are still not satisfied. You want to kill me? If I let you see the sun tomorrow, I will be ashamed of my ancestors!"