Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 1095 A Mountain

Granny Gu looked at the direction where the light spots dissipated, and a relieved smile appeared on her face. She knew that these light spots were spirit seeds, the core power of the Qinglan Valley's protective formation. Only when Qinglan Valley was in danger would the spirit seeds awaken and look for people who could carry them. "Fortunately, the spirit seeds have awakened, and Qinglan Valley is saved." Granny Gu murmured to herself, and her hanging heart finally settled down. At this time, in the maple forest at the east end of the valley, twelve-year-old A Yan was squatting on the ground, bandaging the wound of an injured little squirrel. A Yan was a tall and thin boy with a healthy wheat-colored skin, short hair, and big, bright eyes, like two black grapes. He was wearing an orange coarse cloth shirt. The cuffs and trouser legs of the clothes were worn out, but still very clean. A Yan has been more heat-resistant than other children since he was a child. In the summer, the temperature in the valley can reach 40 degrees Celsius. Other children hide indoors, afraid to leave, but Ayan can run all day in the sun without a single drop of sweat. In the winter, the valley snows heavily, the ground piled up to his knees. Other children wear thick cotton jackets and hats, but Ayan dares to run barefoot in the snow, his soles unscathed. The villagers say Ayan is the reincarnation of the God of Fire, but Ayan himself disagrees, believing he's simply less susceptible to the heat than others. This morning, while playing in the maple forest, Ayan found this injured little squirrel. Its hind leg had been caught in a hunter's snare, and it was bleeding profusely, looking pitiful. Ayan quickly pulled a clean cloth from his pocket and carefully bandaged the squirrel's wound, moving gently, afraid to hurt it. "Don't be afraid, little squirrel, it'll be all right soon," Ayan said softly, his eyes filled with tenderness. At that moment, a red light descended from the sky, like a flash of red lightning, landing on Ah Yan's palm. Ah Yan felt a burning sensation in his palm, and he instinctively tried to pull his hand back, but the red light, as if alive, penetrated his arm. Instantly, Ah Yan felt a surge of heat all over his body, as if he'd been thrown into a furnace. Blood raced through his veins, and a buzzing sound reached his ears. He couldn't help but close his eyes. After a moment, the burning sensation faded, and he opened his eyes, surprised to find a flame-shaped mark on his left arm. The mark was red, like a burning flame, with a faint red glow around the edges. It felt warm and comfortable to the touch. "What... is this?" Ah Yan stared at the mark in confusion. Just as he was about to reach out to touch it, he heard Grandma Gu's voice in the distance. "Ah Yan, come to the altar. I have something important to discuss with you." He knew that only fire could completely destroy these black-armored soldiers. He stretched out his hands, palms facing the vines. Two balls of flame flew out from his palms and landed on the vines. The vines instantly ignited, transforming into fire vines. The red flames wrapped around the green vines, looking particularly spectacular. The black-armored soldiers were entangled in the fire vines, unable to move at all. The flames burned their bodies, making a sizzling sound. Soon, the black-armored soldiers were burned into a pool of black mud. Like the previous black-armored soldier, they disappeared to the ground. The three looked at the black mud on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief. Ah Cheng wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile, "These black-armored soldiers aren't that impressive. We defeated them anyway." Ah Huang also laughed, "Yes, as long as we unite as one, we can defeat even the most formidable enemy." But just as the three thought they had won, a deep laugh echoed from the black pine forest, filled with disdain and arrogance. "Not bad, a tiny spirit seed can actually defeat my black-armored soldiers. But your luck ends here." As soon as the words had fallen, a massive black shadow flew out of the black pine forest like a bat and landed in front of the three. The shadow stood five meters tall, taller than the surrounding ancient trees. It was enveloped in a black mist that swirled and swirled, as if alive. Its face had no nose or mouth, only a pair of red eyes that gleamed with an evil light. In its hand, it held a black spear with a triangular tip that gleamed coldly and looked exceptionally sharp. "It's the Black Wind Monster!" Ah Yan shouted, his heart tightening. Although he had never seen the Black Wind Monster, from Granny Gu's description, he was certain the shadowy figure before him was the one sealed a hundred years ago. "Hahaha, a hundred years, I'm finally out!" The Black Wind Monster roared with laughter, shaking the surrounding leaves. It raised its spear and lunged at Ah Yan, its speed swift and powerful, leaving no time for reaction. Ah Yan quickly dodged to the side. The spear pierced the ground, leaving a deep dent. Black mist rose around the dent, clearly tainted by demonic energy. "Ah Cheng, use your strength to stop it!" Ah Yan shouted. He knew that while his flames could suppress the demonic energy, the Black Wind Monster's power was too great. Only Ah Cheng could temporarily hold it back. Ah Cheng nodded, took a deep breath, and like an angry calf, charged at the Black Wind Monster. He ran to the Black Wind Monster's side, stretched out his arms, tightly grasped its legs, and pulled back. Ah Cheng's face flushed red, the muscles in his arms tensed, and he used all his strength. But the Black Wind Monster was too strong, Ah Cheng not only failed to pull it, but was kicked away by the Black Wind Monster. Ah Cheng fell heavily on an ancient tree like a cannonball, and the trunk of the ancient tree was shaken, and the leaves fell one after another. Ah Cheng got up from the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face was pale. "Ah Cheng!" Ah Huang and Ah Yan ran over and helped Ah Cheng up. Ah Huang took out a red herb from his pocket and stuffed it into Ah Cheng's mouth: "This is hemostatic grass, you hold it in your mouth, it can relieve the pain." Ah Cheng shook his head and pushed their hands away: "I'm fine, don't worry about me, stop the Black Wind Monster!" Although he was in pain, he still struggled to stand up and continue fighting. The Black Wind Monster looked at the three people and smiled triumphantly: "You three are the only ones who want to stop me? You are really overestimating yourself!" Its voice was full of sarcasm, "A hundred years ago, your predecessors tried their best to seal me, and now you, a few young boys, want to stop me?" "Today I will suck the spiritual energy of Qinglan Valley dry and make the entire valley my territory! By then, all living beings will submit to me, and whoever dares to resist, I will turn him into a black-armored soldier to serve me forever!" After the Black Wind Monster finished speaking, it opened its mouth, and a black mist spurted out of its mouth and was sucked towards the three people. Ah Yan felt as if his body was being pulled by a powerful force. The spiritual energy in his body was rapidly dissipating, and the flame mark on his arm became darker and darker.