That's how life is alive every day and every night.

I count the stars, but I don't know how much time has passed.

Wang Zhiyi looked up at the ceiling and wanted to turn over, but was knocked by Wu Ai's head lying on his left, and wanted to turn to the right, but was knocked by Wu Xi's head.

"When?" He sat up gently.

Looking at the faces of the sleeping two, he didn't know what to say, so Zhiyi lifted the quilt that fell from the two of them and covered the two.

"Sleep well. ”

He stood up and walked out of the house.

Looking up, this different piece of heaven didn't know what he was thinking.

The date, which had been recorded since the day I came in, was now engraved with fifteen orthography, and if I thought about it, it was almost seventy-five days, which was just over three months and five days.

For three months, he was thinking about how to get out of here.

However, when he opened his feet and ran into the distance, it was always this village that was waiting for him in front of him, and it was always those people who greeted him with a smile in existence.

It's like a cage, a cage from which you can't escape.

Thinking of his companions in the Academy, he was a little sad but couldn't express that feeling, this day of his nine years of time has now come true, but why did God unjustly harm himself here.

But, he thought about it.

It has never been a paradise, and although the population is small, it still lives in good order and is very well maintained.

Three meals a day, meat at noon, and porridge for dinner.

More than 50 children get together every day, the younger ones listen to the older ones tell stories, and the older children learn from Zhiyi.

Gradually, after he was accepted, he slowly mingled with the children.

His thoughts gradually changed from running away to running away.

It seems to be pretty good!

So, in such a day and day, everything in his head began to become no longer the same as before, but to get by and live every day.

Time also walked with his absurd days.

Until, that day comes.

At this time, it is the golden autumn and the farm work is busy.

Zhiyi was harvesting rice in the field, and Wu Xi and Wu Ai were harvesting malt on the hillside on the other side.

He was bent deep and was cutting the rice one by one.

"Whew, I'm so tired. His muddy hands wiped his forehead, and his hair was covered in mud.

Wu Ai stood next to him, looking at it and smiling.

"Haha, Brother Zhiyi, you have mud all over your head!"

Zhiyi glanced at her, and wiped his forehead inattention, "Ha...... Oh, nothing to do. ”

Wu Xi patted Wu Ai's head, and then threw over a handkerchief, "Wipe it clean." ”

"Okay!"

He smiled, getting used to these kinds of days.

However, the ninth Mako has returned.

He was covered in wounds and very angry.

As soon as he entered the village, he shouted, "What about Wang Zhiyi, bring me Wang Zhiyi!"

Then, Zhiyi rushed over.

When he came to him, he grabbed Zhiyi's collar.

"The ceremony is about to begin, are you ready!"

Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly asked, "No, didn't you say that it will take two years to prepare until the beginning, and it's only been ten months!"

He glanced at the injury on his shoulder, "In this situation, it won't take more than two years, and the mistake will be wrong, and the ritual process can only be advanced!"

After saying that, he flew into the sky with Zhiyi.

At this time, Wang Zhiyi finally knew why he couldn't get out, there was no way out of the ground in this place.

This village is covered by a spiritual barrier, and it is under a cliff, and there is no way out.

There was still blood dripping from the head of the ninth Mako, but he couldn't care so much.

He flew with Zhiyi for a long time before landing on the ground.

Before he could land, he saw a large crowd of people holding torches, like infidels, wearing masks covering their faces.

Behind these men were nine huge stone pillars with many iron chains.

"Welcome back Mako!" everyone shouted when the ninth Mako landed.

The Ninth True Son waved his hand, "Excuse me, now start the ceremony, the final martial sacrifice!"

He threw Zhiyi out.

It was only at this time that Zhiyi understood what was tied to these iron chains.

That's a man, a man who is still alive.

"What are you going to do, what are you going to do!" he felt for the first time.

However, now he does not even have the ability to resist.

As soon as the ninth Mako shook his hand, a beam of lightning hit Zhi Yi's head, and he immediately fainted.

"Continue the ritual, the last power of the exercise!"

He waved his hand, and the heretics below shouted.

"Mako is mighty, the only one in the world!"

Subsequently, under the watchful eyes of many infidels, Zhiyi was chained and tied to the stone pillar.

"Alright, now that the Nine Chosen Ones have been gathered, then, let's start the final ritual!"

From behind him, the nine-colored turntable appeared.

The corners of the Ninth Mako's mouth showed a penetrating smirk, "Huh...... Come, sacrifice the last of your strength to me!"

He pumped his aura and turned it into an iron chain, piercing the chest of everyone who was bound.

"Ah......h

The screams of the tragedy sent chills down the back, and these people who had been impaled through the chest with chains were half dead, enduring the pain of pulling their hearts and bones!

Zhiyi's eyes were indifferent, and his eyes were dull.

"Damn...... Is this going to be the end of it?"

He was praying, praying that something would save him from his life, that something would save his life at the last moment!

But, think too much.

The Ninth Mako absorbed everything he needed through the chains, and then dispersed the chains.

"Oh, that's it!"

He slammed his hands on the canopy with a wave of his palm, and in an instant, the clouds changed suddenly, and black and white were reversed!

"The ultimate power, I'll get it, hahaha!"

Then, with another wave of his hand, the sky turned white to black, and he returned to the night.

When the infidels saw this, they bowed down and worshipped.

"Mako is mighty, the only one in the world!"

Zhiyi's eyes were bloodshot, and he didn't know what he had taken away just now, but at this moment he could already feel that his life was approaching.

"Huhu...... Wu Neng, didn't you say let me go!"

"Hmph, let you go, okay, I'll let you go, look at you now, do you still have the life to go!"

With a wave of his hand, the chains that bound everyone dispersed.

However, after they fell, they were all thrown to the ground and were unable to walk.

The Ninth True Son sighed, "Now that the divine power is over, it's time to avenge the unfinished revenge!"

With that, he rolled up a puff of dust and disappeared with the others.

After leaving, the heart in Zhiyi's chest no longer beats, but he did not die, just a little consciousness remained.

"No...... I can't die yet, at least, I have to live a few!" He looked at his hands and slowly pointed to a person close to him, "Wood Walk...... Ultimate Maple Leaf ......"

The faint blue light slowly flowed with his fingertips until it shone on the man's face.

The blue light was overflowing, and the wound on the man's face gradually healed a little.

He wanted to treat himself, but no matter how much he treated, he couldn't get his heart beating again.

By this time, he had saved the remaining eight people.

Zhiyi weakly touched his pierced chest, only to realize, "Oh roar...... Am I dead?"

Where is there any heart, the chain that pierced his chest just now directly ripped out all the organs of his chest, and there was nothing left.

"Hah...... I'm dead. He took a few steps, then staggered to the ground, his eyes wide open, completely out of breath.

After losing his breath, his body slowly changed.

Roots grew under the body, and slowly, seedlings grew, and gradually grew into a sky-high tree.

The Monkey Tree thrived in this uninhabited place until the day he wanted to wake up.

This disturbing world is filled with gunsmoke.

The pattern of dissension will be provoked by this era.

No one has forgotten, no one has forgotten, in a certain place, at a certain age, there was once a student named Wang Zhiyi, what he looked like, what his family was.

His life is comparable to this fallen leaf, just to return to the roots.

However, his deeds have never been remembered by anyone.

Sometimes, at best, someone will ask such a sentence.

He ...... Who is it?"