The next thing went smoothly. The three of them found a water stream and followed. In the middle of the afternoon, they finally walked down the mountain and happened to return to the wooden houses.

Du Yong was in a very comfortable mood as he listened to the sound of the river and looked at the normal green of the plants and trees by the river: "It's all more comfortable at the foot of the mountain, and he felt a little more relaxed."

Yang Jin stood with his hands behind his back, his head slightly raised, and a gratifying smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He looked at the scenery across the river from afar, sighing: "I can't stay in the mountains for a long time. I always feel extremely depressed, as if someone is staring at me anytime and anywhere."

Mr. Zhao San didn't feel that much emotion and asked, "Are we going back to the detour or from the swamp?"

"A detour, a detour must be a detour!"

Du Yong and Yang Jin shouted in unison, obviously having a lot of opinions about the swamp. If it weren't for the swamp, this tomb-exploring trip would not have ended so bleakly. The most annoying thing is that a big black snake had already been killed, but the big ant was cheaper.

Grandpa Zhao San laughed.

Yang Jin looked at the sun that had already set in the west: "Although you don't have to spend the night in Youmang Mountain tonight, you still have to sleep in the wild."

The detour is quite long, and there is not enough time today, so obviously I can't go back to the town I came here.

Du Yong was more optimistic: "You don't have to sleep in the wild, maybe there are people hunting on the way."

Yang Jin smiled bitterly: "Even if there are hunting families, do you have silver notes?"

At this time, the three people were all in tattered bodies, and they were not enough to describe them as tattered. They were just bare butts, not to mention silver notes, and even a copper plate could not be found.

They had brought some silver notes, but unfortunately they fought and fled in the mountains. They shuttled through various bushes, and the silver notes were scraped by branches and spikes.

Du Yong smiled and said, "I just stayed overnight and probably won't charge us money, right?"

"I'm not that optimistic!"

Yang Jin shook his head and said lightly: "If you just don't have money, it's okay, but if you carry a green-ringed bird and two large Ganoderma lucidum, can they still be free after seeing it? They may even have a murderous intention. There are many simple mountain people, but there are also many unruly people. Although unruly people are hateful, we can't kill them directly, right?"

Master Zhao San nodded deeply: "The wealth is touching, so don't sleep casually, just sleep in the open."

After saying that, he raised his foot and led the way.

Du Yong suddenly remembered something: "Brother Yang, haven't we said before that we should let Xiao Luzi be buried in peace?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Jin immediately patted his forehead: "I almost forgot about this. Old man, it doesn't matter if I delay a little time? Let's fulfill the promise that night."

Master Zhao San was easy to talk to: "No problem!"

Crossing the river from the wooden bridge, wandering downwards, and soon arrived at the fracture. The water level had completely retreated, and the bodies of Xiao Luzi and the two robbers were still there.

The weather is hot, and the corpse has begun to rot and emits an unpleasant odor.

Yang Jin walked over, kicked the corpses of the two robbers into the swamp.

Du Yong looked at the surrounding terrain: "It is definitely not possible to dig a hole on the river bank. It only takes a heavy rain to be washed away and can only be buried in Youmang Mountain!"

Yang Jin smiled: "Youmang Mountain is Youmang Mountain, just take him over, it won't cost much anyway."

Grandpa Zhao San reminded: "It is not good to swim over, so it is best to get a stretcher and carry it over from the bridge. Don't contact directly, so as not to get any poisonous insects."

Yang Jin remembered the poisoning experience that night and nodded quickly: "What the old man said is."

The stretcher is easy to get, and there are a lot of willow trees and rattans by the river, just cut them out.

When the sun was about to set, Xiao Luzi finally got buried in peace and buried not far from the wooden houses. The environment was good and there were many beautiful flowers and plants next to it.

Du Yong looked at the little earthbow and sighed: "It's dangerous to walk around the world. It disappeared quietly. He didn't even leave his name, only the words Xiao Luzi."

Grandpa Zhao San chuckled and said, "It is of course dangerous to go around the world, but he is still lucky. At least he can be buried in peace. Many people are exposed to their bodies in the wilderness."

Yang Jin did not express his opinion, looked at the wooden house next to him and suggested: "It's a bit late today, so why not do this. Let's just stay here for another night, get up early tomorrow, and go all out. Maybe we can arrive at the town when we arrived, which is worse than sleeping in the wild. If we are lucky, we might be able to wait for Lianghe and the others."

Both Du Yong and Zhao San's Grandpa agreed.

…………

Dawn.

Without waiting for Lianghe, the three of them did not delay. After crossing the river, they rushed to the full speed.

Sure enough, I met several hunters on the road. They were brothers and they all looked quite simple. After seeing the fat bird in Du Yong's hand, they all showed a faint look of greed in their eyes.

However, Yang Jin and Zhao San's Grandpa looked even harder to mess with, so these hunters did not dare to do anything out of the ordinary.

Master Zhao San took the opportunity to ask for directions. The hunter pointed out the shortcut and asked back: "How did you catch this green-ring bird? We have been hunting for more than 20 years and have never caught it alive. Sometimes, although we can catch it, we either struggle to die or are bitten to death by other things, and the price is greatly reduced."

Du Yong smiled faintly: "We rarely catch any live ones, this time we have good luck."

The hunter said oh, then looked at the leaf bag in Du Yong's hand, and sniffed.

Du Yong explained: "Big mushrooms, about thirty miles into the mountain. I smelled it very fragrant in the grass on the black mud, so I picked two big ones casually."

The hunter was stunned: "Are there many?"

Du Yong humbled: "The larger ones are relatively small, and the smaller ones are a little faster. It should grow faster on rainy days."

The hunter bowed and smiled: "Thank you for your advice, brother. We rarely pick mushrooms and have not studied them much, but the prices of big mushrooms in recent years are very good. You have made a fortune this time!"

Du Yong shook his head: "You have been awarded for the award. After several days of entering the mountain, you have done these things. It's still a chance to collide with Youmang Mountain."

The hunter nodded deeply, paused, and invited, "I think you are all very tired. Do you want to go to our brothers' homes to take a rest? Not far from here."

Yang Jin smiled and said, "Thank you, brother, we still have to hurry up, there will be a date later!"

The hunter didn't care and said goodbye.

After walking a distance, Du Yong snorted coldly: "These old guys are definitely not good people."

Grandpa Zhao San smiled and said, "Their eyes are indeed terrible, but they are mostly curious, so they dare not take action. They have been with them for so many years and must have a vision and know that they can't beat us."

Yang Jin nodded: "These hunters are all old birds and will not do anything casually."

Du Yong asked, "Can they take the shortcut?"

Grandpa Zhao San asked back: "Are you still afraid?"

Du Yong thrust his waist: "Who is afraid? Are you afraid that you are suffering from the old man?"

Grandpa Zhao San chuckled.

Keep rushing.

There is no problem with the shortcut. By mid afternoon, the three of them successfully returned to the town they came.

The town is still so lively. Even if the sun is so full, there are still many street stalls on the street. The sellers all come from Youmang Mountain, and bargaining is endless.

Mr. Zhao San set aside a distance: "There may be teammates in the inn, so it's the same rule, I'll follow you secretly."

Du Yong and Yang Jin nodded in agreement. As soon as they reached the corner of the street, a group of sharp-eyed people surrounded them. They did not care about Du Yong and Yang Jin's embarrassing appearance, but looked at Du Yong, who was staring at him, with envy in his eyes.

"Boss, you actually caught a living Qinghuan. It's about ten pounds. Are you so amazing? Will you sell it?"

"Boss, there is Ganoderma lucidum in the leaves. The smell is so good. Open it and take a look."

"This little boss, please offer a price, I will give you a free gift."

"What kind of bag? You can just pack this kind of good product if you want? Have you brought enough silver notes?"

"I bring more than you."

"It's a big deal, the boss hasn't said whether to sell it or not."

Du Yong was surrounded, listening to the chirping sounds, his mind was messed up.

Yang Jin quickly protected Du Yong, pushed away the crowd that was crowded, and bowed: "Dear friends, thank you for your concern. These things were ordered by others. I hope you can give it a good deal and cooperate again if you have the opportunity to do it in the future."

Seeing that Yang Jin was so decent and his momentum was extraordinary, everyone could only say that it was okay, and then they dispersed.

Du Yong said, "Brother Yang, I feel that there are more second-hand dealers than people entering the mountain."

Yang Jin took it for granted: "This kind of second-trafficking dealer makes a lot of money, and there is no danger."

Du Yong suddenly asked, "The people who come and go in this small town are either rich or noble... I mean, these two elements have a lot of silver notes in their pockets, why isn't anyone here to grab money?"

Yang Jin laughed and said, "You must have some support for your daring to run around with a lot of silver notes. Or, there are potential rules in this place. If you make trouble, you will attack them, just like the black market."

Du Yong nodded thoughtfully.

Speaking of the black market, Du Yong thought of Lao Song again. He looked back at Grandpa Zhao San and found that he was far away. He was walking around the street stall. He lowered his voice and said, "Brother Yang, Lao Song was slaughtered by me!"

"ah?"

With Yang Jin's calmness, he was still shocked, his eyes widened and his expression of incredibleness.

Du Yong roughly explained the process of the pursuit.

Yang Jin was frightened: "Good him, Old Song, he is indeed not a good person. You must not give up on this matter. Even if he dies, we will still ask his family to collect debts, his grandmother."

Du Yong shook his head: "Forget it. I promised him not to mess with his family. In exchange, he told me some secrets. Now it is not the time to discuss in detail. I will tell you again when I go back to Beijing."

Yang Jin was still a little indignant, but Du Yong had already made a promise, so he didn't have to say much.

"Does it have anything to do with Lianghe?" Yang Jin asked.

"It shouldn't be. Lao Song deliberately got separated from Lianghe." Du Yong explained.

"That's good." Yang Jin said in a deep voice, paused, and instructed: "Next, you must remain calm and not show any flaws in your words or eyes."

"Don't worry!" Du Yong responded.

Stepping into the gate of the inn, the waiter just came up to meet him, and He Laosan's excited voice sounded: "Young Master Du, Brother Yang!"
To be continued...