Chapter 1982

In the cave, ye QingHan grabbed it in vain and directly raised several lower level mole ants.

Click!

The invisible big hand forcibly broke several lower level necks, and the three bodies fell to the ground like a pool of mud.

Only a dozen tortured women were still awake in the cave, looking at ye QingHan and Sanskrit in fear.

"Go down the mountain and find a good family. From then on, there will be no bandits in Langguan." Sanskrit whispered.

More than ten curled up women were black and blue and naked. Ye QingHan silently turned away his head. Although he had desire, he was not everyone's color.

Sanskrit sprinkled divine power to help these poor people heal their wounds.

Ye QingHan took out some money and threw it to them. These people took money and picked a few clothes from a person, put them on, and left with gratitude.

Ye QingHan looked down the cave and said curiously, "a group of stupid thieves know how to enjoy it, but they don't know what they have saved for so many years and where they put it."

Most of the treasure houses of mountain bandits are very secret. They guard against outsiders and their own people. Be careful everywhere, so ye QingHan glanced at them and really didn't find the treasure Pavilion.

"Divine bird, it's your turn. Is there any treasure hiding place nearby?" ye QingHan forced the divine bird out and asked.

The divine bird lay vaguely on ye QingHan's shoulder, glanced around and said discontentedly, "what treasure can there be in the place where the bird doesn't shit? It's just delaying Ben's sleep."

"This is the den of mountain bandits. At least you should have some faith in money. Did you sleep silly? You even lost your talents and abilities?" ye QingHan asked with a stare.

Mountain bandit's nest?

The divine bird had a series of question marks in his mind. He opened his sleepy eyes, looked at the corpses on the ground and muttered, "it's cruel. He doesn't even keep a living mouth. Otherwise, where can I use this divine bird?"

"There's so much nonsense. Why do you want you? It's just treasure hunting! If I don't even use you for treasure hunting, won't you be useless? I'm thinking of you. I don't want you to feel too inferior and think you're too useless, so I killed them." ye QingHan argued cunningly, but I really regret it in my heart. At least I'll get the money and kill these people again.

The divine bird rolled its eyes and was speechless.

Sanskrit Yin looked at a pair of wonderful flowers and secretly covered his small mouth and smiled,

The divine bird couldn't argue with ye QingHan, so he could only fly out to look for the treasure, but after looking around, there was no place to hide the treasure. The only place was strange. It was in this deep pit. It looked very strange and its aura overflowed. I'm afraid it wasn't as simple as it looked. There might be a treasure.

Ye QingHan followed the divine bird to the pit and looked down at the pit. He felt like looking at hell.

"In this deep pit? I can't hide my baby here. These mole ants can do it?" ye QingHan asked suspiciously.

The divine bird replied, "not very sure, but one thing is very sure, that is, there is absolutely no treasure hiding place within a hundred miles. The treasure hiding place of the mountain bandits is either in this deep pit or a group of poor people. They have robbed for so many years, but they don't even have any savings."

After hearing this, ye QingHan reached out his hand to catch the body on the wooden bridge and threw it directly into the pit. He only heard the echo, but there was no sound of landing. Until the echo dissipated, the body didn't fall to the ground.

"What a deep pit, how can these people hide their treasure here?" Sanskrit asked suspiciously.

"Maybe there's another cave, but we didn't find the mechanism." ye QingHan thought for a moment and said.

Ye QingHan thought silently about how to find the mechanism. After about a incense burning time, he finally heard a slight roar from the pit, but followed by a fierce beast's roar, which seemed to come from hell and a terrible beast in the primitive age!

Roar!!

The roar of the beast echoed continuously in the deep pit, low and thick. It was still powerful from the bottom of the pit. It can be imagined that the size and power of this giant beast are absolutely terrible.

Sanskrit sound and ye QingHan looked at each other, especially Sanskrit sound. She was well-informed. She had seen almost all the giant animals from the ancient famine to today. Even if they were extinct, she had seen them in historical records, and the old man of tongtianjiao also spoke to her, but she had never heard such a voice.

"This cry is strange. Forget it. Don't risk a little money." Sanskrit said warily.

"It should be all right. These mountain bandits have come here for so many years. There must be no danger here. The giant beast may not come up, otherwise it would have come up." ye QingHan said flatly.

The Sanskrit voice was very vigilant and said in a deep voice, "I don't think so. This deep pit gives me a sense of crisis. The strength of these mountain thieves is too poor, otherwise it can't be used as a den of thieves."

The stronger the strength, the stronger the inspiration, especially for the sense of crisis. Experts can clearly perceive something that threatens their lives.

Ye QingHan is also very strong, but it is not as strong as Sanskrit after all. At this moment, he just wants to take a risk to see what kind of world is at the bottom of the pit and why there are giants, but he has no sense of crisis, only curiosity.

"Let's go, let's stop. I really feel that this place is very dangerous, especially this pit. It's like a bottomless abyss, with demons calling." instead, the Sanskrit's heart beat faster and reminded in a deep voice.

Ye QingHan pulled out the corners of his mouth, touched the tip of his nose and showed his eyes. He suddenly said, "wait for me, just for a moment, I control a corpse to go down and have a look. Even if the giant beast under the abyss is powerful, it can't kill me through a wisp of divine consciousness?"

Sanskrit couldn't stand it and could only nod.

Ye QingHan pressed his fingers between his forehead and controlled the wind wolf's body with his mind. A wisp of soul split and controlled his body to slowly soar into the air and quickly fall down. After falling 100 meters into the pit, there was a thick white fog without poison gas, but it could cover his divine consciousness and eyes and could not see what was below.

Ye QingHan, an expert in art, is brave. He drives the corpse to fall rapidly, faster and faster. In the twinkling of an eye, there is only a whistling wind in his ear, but he can't see anything.

"How? Haven't you finished yet?" Sanskrit asked nervously.

Ye QingHan's forehead is full of cold sweat. His fingers are pressed between his forehead and control the body of the wind wolf. If he is not careful, the body will fall into the abyss and his soul will collapse. Although it has little impact, it will definitely hurt himself. It can't be repaired in a few months.

"Wait..." ye QingHan replied hoarsely.

"What can you see?" Sanskrit asked nervously.

"There is a thick white fog. You can't see your fingers. You can feel the wind and cold..." ye QingHan said slowly.