In the distant shadow of the trees, Wan Rentu heard the term tree burial and was obviously stunned for a moment.

Although many outsiders believe he is a reckless brute, and indeed he didn't have the slightest academic insight over the years, in reality, he has tumbled around the Ancient God Realm for many years, accumulating considerable experience, no less than those so-called archaeology experts.

The difference is, he can't fully summarize and organize what he knows.

If Chen Bojun were here, he could accurately explain the historical origin of tree burial, the principles of this bizarre live burial ceremony, and tell you why it's dangerous and how to avoid it.

But Wan Rentu could only say four words: Holy shit, run!

But he knew that little brat from the Gu Family was right.

"Not bad."

He muttered, "Even recognize tree burial, no wonder he's so cocky."

Although unwilling, he still took out a small booklet, listing the names of the rescue team.

He ticked off Gu Jianlin's name.

Just like in kindergarten, where good performance by a child would be rewarded with candy.

In the end, after the mission, merits would be awarded based on this.

"Let's see what you guys do later."

The next moment, he once again revealed a crazed, madman-like expression.

Sometimes sneering, sometimes numb, sometimes hideous.

Clearly, none of the team members present had ever heard of the term tree burial, and their expressions were all very bewildered.

Gu Jianlin wasn't intentionally trying to show off.

But wanted to let Old Gu play some of his rightful role.

Can't let the paper money burn in vain.

"Tree burial?"

Nightmare's expression slightly changed, questioning, "How come I've never heard of it? How do you know about it? Profile alone wouldn't accurately name this type of burial, unless you..."

He didn't dare to finish his sentence because he feared getting cut.

But before he finished speaking, a cold iron sword was already placed on his neck.

"Do you really want to be the brainless villain getting face-slapped in a novel? If you're finding faults, at least find something decent. Since you're already a Fifth Rank Prophet, why not divine the truth yourself?"

Somehow, Tang Ling's frosty white hair turned flaming red, eyes filled with arrogance and disdain, chin up as she said, "I'm the leader of this operation, don't provoke trouble."

Gu Jianlin was a bit surprised; he found this girl seemed to change not because she needed to fight.

Her reason for changing color was actually her temper!

White hair turns red instantly, and she becomes a raging elder sister, ready to draw her sword at teammates for a minor disagreement.

The crowd, seeing this red hair, fell silent like cicadas in winter.

No one dared to say anything sarcastic.

"Hmm... I understand."

Nightmare cleared his throat and awkwardly took a step back.

Tang Ling still didn't let go, pointing her sword at him, "Hmm?"

Nightmare looked at the peculiar eyes of his teammates around him, face turning beet red.

Then he took a deep breath: "Sorry, Team Leader! I was wrong!"

Tang Ling squinted her vermillion eyes, "Hmm?"

Nightmare looked extremely uncomfortable, bowed deeply: "Team Leader, Vice Leader, I'm sorry, I was wrong!"

Tang Ling satisfactorily sheathed her iron sword, saying calmly: "Be careful next time."

The other rescue team members seemed to take this scene as routine.

Gu Jianlin whispered, "Is she always like this?"

The team members looked at each other, and surprisingly no one dared to discuss this raging elder sister privately.

In the end, it was Dawn, the usually good guy, who said: "Little brother, how do you think she got into the first echelon? It's because she beat everyone below the top ten, making no one in the top ten accept her challenge anymore, just like you stepped over the Little Princess into the second echelon. Otherwise, how could people acknowledge?"

Ji Xiaoyu next to them was so angry she bit her handkerchief; in her eyes, they were just a pair of shameless lovers.

The hatred level reached unprecedented heights.

Tang Ling was fine, just needed intense resistance, and she couldn't do anything to you.

Sword Sect, Ghost Slayer, Ancient Martial.

These three Inheritance Paths had no ability other than fighting and were called the three great illusionary gods.

Gu Jianlin, on the other hand, was rather terrifying. He was a damn Divine, able to drain you to paralysis, surprisingly mastering the absurd Breathing Technique of the Realm of Freedom, making you completely powerless to resist.

Then you'd be strung up on a lamp post.

The key is this guy was patient; the more you resisted, the harsher he beat you.

And he enjoyed it tirelessly.

With the Little Princess' intelligence, how could she know this young man was using her as a living target for practice?

"Focus your attention and keep away from the surrounding trees."

Tang Ling ordered.

Gu Jianlin glanced at her, casually asked, "Is it necessary to be so fierce?"

Tang Ling glanced at him, but didn't seem as fierce as before, and said calmly: "This mission still calculates merits at the end. You don't have a growth-type Mythical Weapon yet, do you?"

Gu Jianlin thought, so that's how it is.

This woman actually looked out for him.

The next things were simple; since discovering ancient relics, it was just one word.

Move!

Everything buried here was valuable, and maybe it could uncover history about the Ancient God Clan.

Among these people, Tang Ling was surprisingly most interested in these burial items, packing them all up.