Mornings always come earlier in the woods than in the towns, and most insects and beasts have been living this way for millions of years, just to survive longer. Therefore, Lang Hatian is always quarreled with various voices every day.

"Alas, I'm so tired, I really hope to get to Leigang Mountain soon."

He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and then habitually reached out to his side.

"Old man Liang, hurry up, it's time for you to get breakfast today!"

But everywhere his hand touched, it was cold. Lang hated the sky and turned around suddenly, there was nothing in front of him, where was Liang Ping's shadow!

The little sleepiness left on his body was fleeting, and he jumped up from the stone at once, looking left and right, thinking that Liang Ping had just gotten up earlier than himself.

But his wish was disappointed, there was no trace of Liang Ping around, and even a horse remained. Lang hated Tian had a bad premonition in his heart. Suddenly, his gaze met a stone on the ground, and a piece of cloth was pressed underneath it.

Lang hated the sky and picked it up, looking at the scribbled handwriting on it.

"Xiaotian, when you see this, I have already walked away."

What Lang hated to fear the most in his heart really happened, and he continued to read down.

"I have some personal matters to deal with, the reason why I want you to memorize the journey to Lei Gang Mountain every day these days is also for this moment, you have made great progress recently, which makes me happy, remember not to forget to cultivate because of playfulness. You go to Lei Gang Mountain first, don't worry about me, see you there. ”

It's just that these few sentences made Lang hattian read too much.

Liang Ping has a personal matter, what can he do in the northwest hinterland of the Ten Chaos Mountains that are inaccessible?

Why didn't he bring himself with him?

Why didn't he tell himself directly when he left?

All kinds of questions came to his mind, and he looked at the palm-sized cloth in his hand and clenched it tightly. Lang Hatian quickly packed up his things and found that Liang Ping had only taken his long sword.

This made him feel even more that things were not so simple. Liang Ping walked on a horse, but obviously, the other party didn't want him to follow, so he tried to pick a rocky place to walk, and after Lang hattian chased the horseshoe prints for a distance, he couldn't find a trace anymore.

He raised his head and looked at this reckless mountain forest, the scenery was the same from near and far, where should he find it?

Lang hated Tian didn't give up, he spent the whole day looking for Liang Ping, and even ate hastily, only sleeping for a short time a day. Finally, thanks to his unremitting efforts, at noon that day, Lang Hatian found the embers of a bonfire in a cave.

Although the embers had lost their temperature, they were still dry and had not yet been soaked by the humid mountain air.

"He must not be far from here."

Lang hated the sky and believed that the other party was nearby. The wind in the mountains rose again, and on this sunny afternoon, it actually made people feel cold, and Lang hated God to know, it was not because the temperature had dropped, but because this gust of wind, inexplicably revealed an evil aura, which made his tired body instantly alert.

He looked up and looked around, not noticing anything unusual, just a few ordinary peaks, sitting quietly beside them.

The cool breeze was blowing, the green ocean was rippling, and only the rustle of the leaves echoed in his ears, and Lang Hatian only noticed at this time that there was not even a single insect beast chirping nearby. He was very strange, but the top priority was to find Liang Ping first, Lang hated the sky and closed his eyes, quietly sensing the other party's breath.

After a few breaths, Lang opened his eyes and looked into the col between the two mountains in front of him, and looked at the third mountain in the distance.

"That's it, there's the breath of Grandpa Liang."

Although the fluctuation was very weak, he was sure that he couldn't be wrong, in the past few days, Lang Hatian felt that his soul power had increased a lot, if it was before, he would not have been able to find it. But there was still a long way to go from here to that mountain, and through the dense forest, and the horse had to lay down, so he tied the horse to the tree, and carried his baggage, and went that way.

At the same time, at the other end of Lang Hattian's sight, Liang Ping had already reached the foot of the third mountain. He looked up at the mountain, which was not very tall, but felt that it was so majestic that it was overwhelming.

"It's been more than 20 years。。。。。。" Liang Ping sighed to himself.

There are some places around here that have changed, but Liang Ping knows that he is not looking for the wrong place, and the wisps of terror that linger in the air have never changed, as they did then.

He took a long breath and began to take his first steps upward. Originally, this mountain looked ordinary from the outside, but after Liang Ping climbed a distance, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, where was the densely vegetated mountain bag, and now what appeared in front of him was clearly a bare stone mountain, occasionally some tall trees could be seen, scattered on the mountainside, and the rest were weeds that were not even enough to cover the instep.

This re-emerging stone mountain is several times taller than the previous one, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is towering into the sky. Liang Ping was determined in his heart, swallowed a mouthful of saliva in his throat, and then climbed up. From the moment he stepped into the confines of this mountain, a voice seemed to echo in his ears.

"Come on, Liang Ping, come to me。。。。。。"

He wondered if it was because he was too nervous, or if it was really the guy in the dark who was doing it. But he has to move forward no matter what, even for the more than 20 years he has lived, for the irreparable mistake he made at that time, twenty years ago, he left the most important thing in his life here, its name is courage.

Liang Ping knew that he couldn't back down anymore, this was his fate.

Finally, after more than an hour of climbing with all his might, he stood in front of a cave in the mountainside.

In Liang Ping's opinion, this moment of time seems to have returned to twenty years ago, the entrance of the cave is still the same hole, but the stone wall is stained with some cobweb dust, the cave is pitch black, the light from the outside cannot penetrate inside, he holds a three-foot long sword in his hand, and walks in without looking back.

Liang Ping had been walking for a long time, he remembered that this hole was not so deep at that time, but he didn't care about this, this hole was not terrible, what was terrible was the monster inside, the monster with only a pair of blood-red giant pupils. Liang Ping's surroundings became completely dark, without a trace of light, but the hole still had no end.

Until a contemptuous laugh sounded in front of Liang Ping.

Liang Ping stopped, and subconsciously tightened the sword in his hand a little tighter. But he had nothing in front of him.

"I didn't expect you to come back, you coward."

The voice of male and female indistinguishable came from inside the cave, and almost at the same time, Liang Ping felt a gust of wind blowing around him, and something rushed in front of him. Just when he was so scared in his heart that he didn't know how to respond, in front of him, the blood-colored giant eyes that had plagued him for many years instantly lit up.

Each of the other party's eyes was the size of a sea bowl, and there were rising blood-red flames in them, and Liang Ping was so shocked that he couldn't speak. The pair of blood pupils looked him up and down, and the voice sounded again: "You're the only one?"

Liang Ping's inner fear was somewhat suppressed by himself, he raised his head and looked at the other party, looking at him with four eyes.

"Yes, it's just me."

There was silence in the cave for a moment, and suddenly there was a loud laugh.

"Hahahaha。。。。。。"

This burst of laughter alone had incomparable power, almost knocking Liang Ping to the ground, and he hurriedly stabilized his body with his sword, only to find that his legs were already shaking involuntarily.

"It's funny, what are you doing here, sending you to death? Twenty years ago, you escaped with your life, why are you back here today? Lei Yunling tried his best to protect you, but you didn't know how to cherish it, you really failed him! ”

Liang Ping listened to its words, bowed his head and was silent for a long time, and the pair of blood pupils kept staring at Liang Ping, as if to condemn his soul to be humbler than dust.

Time passed little by little, as if centuries had passed, and Liang Ping's body, at that moment, suddenly stopped trembling.

He slowly raised his head, his otherwise evasive gaze becoming firm.

"I have come to atone for my sins." His voice was calm, "I'm here for a young man who has made a mistake that has lasted for more than twenty years, and it's time to be corrected." ”