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Suzheng of Tibetan Scriptures, 11, Shan Scriptures, 2 to 6.

Jing Mo saw that inside the cave, an arm was actually exposed from the mud on the east side.

The mud on both sides of his arms still rustled down. In less than a moment, that arm was more than a foot long.

For some reason, there was a dark red colour on the arm.

The setting sun shined upon the arm, making it look like a bloody hand.

What made Jing Mo's heart turn cold was that bloody hand. It was extremely skinny, and extremely similar to his grandfather's, the Jing Laotou's, hand …

Jing Mo became more afraid the more he thought about it, and anxiously retreated a few meters until he could no longer see the bloody hand. Only then did he stop his steps, his heart thumping hard, and the same thought went through his mind: Could it be that great evildoer had taken my grandfather's corpse out of the coffin, and buried it here?

Jing Mo rested for a long time before he recovered slightly. When he raised his head, he saw Lee Yan standing on top of the fallen Pagoda tree, staring unblinkingly at the bloody hand.

Jing Mo swallowed his saliva, and called Lee Yan: "Shitou, are you leaving or not?"

Lee Yan did not answer.

Jing Mo was still not giving up, "Shitou, if you still don't leave, I, I'll really leave."

Lee Yan slowly raised his head, looked at Jing Mo, and said solemnly: "Alright, let's go."

Jing Mo heaved a sigh of relief.

Lee Yan quickly walked down from the locust tree, turned his head to look at the hole, his eyes moved, and immediately after, he ran in front of a locust tree at the side. He pushed forcefully with both of his hands behind the locust tree, and the locust tree that was as thick as a bowl was pushed down obliquely by Lee Yan.

This scene made Jing Mo dumbstruck.

Lee Yan did not stop, he walked around the hole once, and with the force of his hands, he pushed all the locust trees around the hole down. It was not until they had pushed down the twenty-odd locust trees that the trees fell into the hole, their branches and leaves completely covering it.

After Lee Yan finished all of these, he clapped his hands and walked to Jing Mo's side, standing there while feeling satisfied.

Jing Mo had been looking at Lee Yan the whole time, and when Lee Yan used his strength, the muscles on his arms bulged. A nine year old child, the muscles on his arms were not weaker than an adult's. After doing all that, Lee Yan withdrew his strength, and the muscles on his arms calmed down, as if Lee Yan's body was filled with immense power.

Jing Mo forgot about the terror of that blood hand, his curiosity piqued, he couldn't help but reach out to touch Lee Yan's arm.

Lee Yan giggled, and that smile revealed a hint of the innocence and innocence of a youth.

Jing Mo could not help but praise, "Shitou, you're so strong."

Lee Yan arrogantly said, "Of course, I am someone of the Mount Sect, so my strength is naturally not small."

Jing Mo was startled again. "What does Mount Sect mean?"

Lee Yan tilted his head and looked at Jing Mo. "You really don't understand?"

Jing Mo was stunned: "What do I understand?"

Lee Yan laughed: "I said you're a log, but you really are a log."

Jing Mo blushed, not knowing how to answer Lee Yan.

Lee Yan thought for a while, and slowly said: "You don't know about Mount Sect, so this blood … you naturally don't know about the thing below." Pausing for a moment, Lee Yan laughed: "But, since you don't know, that's for the best."

Jing Mo was confused, he did not understand why everything was for the best if he did not know.

Lee Yan said: "Wood, let's go."

Jing Mo acknowledged him, then the two youngsters turned and walked back along the road that the two in the forest came from.

What was even weirder was that with the huge commotion happening in the mountain behind the Jingjia Village, more than twenty locust trees fell down one after another.

It was as if the people from the Jingjia Village had tacitly agreed that the rear mountains was a forbidden ground.

Jing Mo felt that everything around him was extremely strange — the strange stone walking beside him, the strength it had and the amount of knowledge it had. Furthermore, when it spoke, it always spoke some strange words, as if this nine year old youth was actually much older than him, as if this youth had a strange old man inside his head. Otherwise, why would he always look so old and unrestrained when it came to talking?

Forget about that great evildoer, not only was it weird, it was also very mysterious.

Taking a candle in the middle of the night, he went to the back room to look at the coffin. Wasn't that the coffin containing his grandfather's corpse?

Maybe when great evildoer decided to move her grandfather's corpse that night, it was unknown whether —

Jing Mo suddenly thought of something strange with her grandmother Old Lady Jing. Why did she go out in the middle of the night last night? When he woke up in the morning and went out with her grandmother, Jing Mo could clearly see that her grandmother's shoes were covered with mud.

Why was it that when Grandma looked at him, she sometimes had a similar gaze to that great evildoer? They were all so secretive …

Jing Mo sighed, and thought to himself: "Don't think anymore nonsense, that grandfather is a fake grandfather. If I continue to suspect Grandmother, then I'm afraid there won't be any good people in this Jing Family."

However, the Jing Family's Mansion over the past two days had seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog, and everyone seemed to be baffled. Even the Zhu Xiaohua seemed to be a little strange and mysterious.

Jing Mo asked Lee Yan: "Stone, do you think that Zhou Sen and Jiao Dahu were harmed by the strange thing we discovered earlier?"

Lee Yan shook his head: "No, if they met that thing, and that thing is alive, then those two people won't be able to return home, and would be sucked dry of their blood by that thing."

Jing Mo felt cold again, and stuttered: "Does that thing even know how to suck blood? Vampires? "

Lee Yan shook his head, his expression serious: "Not a vampire, but more terrifying than a vampire."

Jing Mo swallowed his saliva. He thought to himself, "Luckily that thing was dead." Suddenly, Jing Mo remembered something and stopped in his tracks to look at Lee Yan.

Lee Yan asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

Jing Mo looked at Lee Yan and a trace of fear suddenly welled up in his heart. After enduring for a while, Jing Mo still asked Lee Yan: "Stone, tell me the coffin in our home that had poison on the lid. It's the poison from that Arrow Poisonous Wood. I thought you lifted the lid. " After saying that, Jing Mo's body retreated a few steps back. He then mentally made his preparations, prepared to escape the moment he sees that the situation isn't good.

After all, the Arrow Poisonous Wood's coffin lid could poison Zhou Sen to death. Why couldn't Jiao Dahu be poisoned? Could it be that the young man in front of him was not a human at all?