"With such a strong smell of blood, what the hell is going on here?" In a valley, a man dressed in a pale gray robe walked out of another path.

He wore a pale gray turban, a high crown, a bun, and a flute in his hand, frowning, looking at everything in front of him.

As usual, he went down the mountain to buy some necessities in the village below, and this road was the only way for him to pass, although the forest inside was indeed a little spooky, but there were many creatures in it.

So he didn't usually pay much attention to this place, because of his gaze, the thieves in this area did not exist, and this forest was still gloomy and mysterious.

The trees here are so dense that even during the day, they are full of all kinds of darkness, so the people around them don't come here very often, and even if they do, they just cut down a few trees around the area.

So he didn't expect such a thing to happen here at all, and the idea of going down the mountain to buy something was cut off, and if he didn't figure out what was going on here, he probably wouldn't be able to sleep.

Following the smell of blood, he stepped into this dense forest, in fact, the smell of blood was not very much, but it was extremely worrying.

The blood, which was obviously far away, could be so thick when it was scattered here, and he couldn't have known what that meant.

Only when a large number of people have died and their bodies have been brutally dismembered can there be such a strong and sticky smell of blood.

He had been on the battlefields of Toei, and he had seen the war between pirates and civilians, so he was very clear about this taste.

It is precisely because of this consciousness that he is so eager to come here, hoping that time is still in time, and that those who have died can have a good home.

Buddhism pays attention to transcendent afterlife, Taoism pays attention to the reincarnation of heaven and earth, and the concepts between dancers are different, so he does not have the so-called idea of transcending the soul.

Originally, he should belong to the kind of person who is quiet and inactive, and his sect also acts like this, but for some special reasons, everyone hides their identities and is not known to outsiders.

As a cultivator, of course, he can better hide his identity, he is originally a wandering person, pretending to be a wandering Taoist, isn't it beautiful?

He has experienced too many things and seen too many people along the way, so he is tired and tired because of exhaustion, and he can't help but find a treasure land of mountains and rivers to rest.

I thought I could spend the rest of my life, but I didn't expect to encounter some unexpected things, unexpected people, he had no intention of entering the rivers and lakes, but he was repeatedly involved in disputes in the rivers and lakes.

Whether it was those things more than 20 years ago, or the chaos in the rivers and lakes more than ten years ago, or the current catastrophe that swept the entire martial arts, it had nothing to do with him in theory.

But character determines fate, he knows that he is not a person who is willing to be lonely, and the so-called sinking of his heart is just to fulfill some unfulfilled wishes.

Therefore, the Taoist priest only thought about it slightly, then let go of the doubts in his heart, and walked forward quickly, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, which meant that what was happening in front of him was extremely dangerous and terrifying.

The Taoist priest grabbed the flute in his hand, and there was a square jade pendant on the flute, which was fluttering with the wind, and he seemed to care about this jade pendant, tightly tucked it in his hand, and hurried forward.

His walking posture was very strange, obviously he was just rushing briskly, but the speed was unusually fast, his figure seemed to be shuttling through the mountains and forests, dodging one thing after another that might block his progress.

His dodging posture is not like the light skills of the Central Plains, but similar to the light skills used to tread too many waves at sea and avoid those waves.

But such light skills must have been created by a master, and even if he used it on land, it was extremely fast, and he could achieve his goal very quickly.

He followed the smell of blood, but to his surprise, although the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, he didn't see a single corpse along the way.

"Not good!" He had incomparably rich experience in the rivers and lakes, and immediately understood what was happening, and in this case, he didn't even have the ability to escape, so it wasn't a killing.

There must have been a one-sided massacre in the forest ahead, and his pace immediately slowed down, and under the influence of such a strong smell of blood, no one would have survived.

He doesn't even think about the slightest probability, impossible is impossible, ordinary people just think too much about things and have too much hope in their hearts, which will cause so many tragedies.

Of course, he would not make such mistakes, and perhaps he had the opportunity to make such mistakes when he was young and frivolous, but now he is old enough to make himself bear his mistakes, which means that he will not have the backing of his master, and he will not have a second chance to make mistakes.

He slowly touched the place, the muscles on his body became more and more tense, and his steps became lighter and lighter, and if he didn't pay attention to his words, he even thought that it was a breeze blowing the leaves.

Just ahead, when he was about to see something here, the first thing he noticed was a pair of unblinding eyes.

These eyes grew on an extremely strange face, which had no other intact parts of the face except for the eyes, as if it had been torn apart by the devil's claws, and was full of blood and bruises.

The Taoist priest's brows furrowed deeply, such a face, he was very familiar with it, in the first half of their lives, they could often deal with this group of people.

Dongying people, these guys are actually Dongying people, and the blood flowing on this ground is also the blood of these Dongying people.

What's really going on here? He couldn't help but fall into deep doubts, if it was the Central Plains, it would be impossible to cause such a killing here, but if they were all Dongying people, how could they be so ruthless to their own kind?

He still searched cautiously forward, the wisps of blood seeping through the dense bushes, and he was no longer searching for blood, but being buried by blood.

The smell of the layers of blood almost wrapped around him, and at the same time, there were wisps of black mist that he couldn't see.

His brows were rarely furrowed so deeply, and his originally generous and ordinary face became very nervous because of this.

He leaned forward nervously, taking a deep breath, as if to smell something, and as if trying to find out some undetermined information, and the source of this news made him a little uneasy.

(End of chapter)