Heavy footsteps came from outside the back door, Dongfang Ziyan was prostrate under the bed, holding his breath and waiting, and it didn't take long to hear someone pushing the door in, and then the sound of the door closing.

Dongfang Ziyan saw a pair of deerskin boots walking in front of him under the bed, judging from the size of the boots, it should be a man, after the person entered the door, he sat on the sofa opposite the bed, only to hear the squeak of the sofa almost collapsed, it can be seen that it should be a strong man.

This time, Dongfang Ziyan felt that there was nothing to be afraid of, because he could feel that it should be an ordinary person, but he thought that he couldn't just go out like this, wouldn't he become a thief? But he thought again, this is also no way, he rushed out, if it was an ordinary person, he would definitely be startled, if that person was not frightened at all, it means that he is not an ordinary person, it is very likely that he is a demon slave, that is, a person who has been cultivated in the mountains for many years, mixed with humans, for the purpose of sucking the essence and blood of living beings.

Without thinking too much, Dongfang Ziyan rushed out from under the bed and rushed out towards the back door, the moment he rushed out, he looked at the person sitting on the sofa, but he actually saw that the sofa was empty!!

After Dongfang Ziyan rushed out of the back door, he was still looking back, wondering where that person had gone, but at this moment, he suddenly bumped into something, and his footsteps stopped abruptly, and his years of experience gave him a signal of extreme danger, so he reflexively dodged a right dodge on the ground and rolled, and then retreated six or seven steps back, and only stopped after pulling away from the thing he hit.

At this time, Dongfang Ziyan had already pulled out the black gold short knife and looked at the thing that made him feel dangerous, it was actually a tall and strong old man, but a little rickety.

I saw that the old man was covered in a brown coat, wearing a bearskin hat, and holding a long cane like a tree vine in his hand, and his face could not be seen clearly, because his face was half covered by the bearskin hat.

"Demon slave ......" Dongfang Ziyan made a battle posture, and the black gold short knife in his hand turned into the teeth of a poisonous snake at this moment, which could kill people at any time.

Hearing Dongfang Ziyan's words, the old man just smiled, and his voice was a little amiable, and there was no malicious intent in his laughter.