In the middle of the night, dark clouds shrouded the deep mountains of Xiangxi.

I hugged Xiao Yue, who was almost frightened and sluggish in my arms, and ran desperately in the dark.

It wasn't until he was out of breath that he couldn't run, so he sat on the ground and leaned against the huge tree trunk, looking back behind him from time to time.

It wasn't until I was sure that nothing was coming with me that I let go of the tense nerves in my heart a little bit.

The bruised tendons on his forehead and even on his face had not subsided, and he kept panting with his eyes wide open.

"Xiao Yue..., Xiao Yue."

I desperately called the name of Xiaoyue in my arms, but found that her breath was weak, as if even her nerves were trembling.

“… How so, how so. ”

I panicked for a moment, and kept patting Xiao Yue's face in the hope that she would be able to turn back a little conscious.

It was only when a sharp hatchet knife landed on my neck that I suddenly realized that I had become a turtle in an urn.

Behind them and even in the surrounding jungle were densely packed with figures, wearing black cloaks and holding firewood knives, and they could faintly see half of the ancient gray material exposed at the sleeves of their coats.

It looks like the plainly dressed Miao people in the mountains of Xiangxi.

I don't remember anything about the rest.

But when I woke up, my body was covered with a thin quilt made of coarse cloth, and the huge room was only a broken wooden table and half a pot of tea, like a cage.

"Shhhhh

The pain from the old wounds on my body made me gasp.

Looking at the cracked floor under his feet, he vaguely realized that this was also a Miao hanging building, but it was cleaned and tidy, far from the dilapidated wooden house at the beginning.

I thought I would be put under house arrest by the men in the black cloak, but I didn't think about pushing the door open tentatively.

A soft ray of sunlight bathed my face, instantly dispelling all the haze and exhaustion.

The streets that greeted the eye were very bustling, and many plainly dressed Miao Jiang people wore gray cloth hats and carried their shoulders on the road.

It's just that when I look at their faces, I can't see them, and they seem to be covered by a thin black veil.

In any case, I never thought that there was such a hidden soil in the mountains of Xiangxi that had not been disturbed by the world, and even the air was fresh.

When I took a sip, I didn't feel the pain on my body, but I was full of energy.

It wasn't until someone behind me suddenly tapped me on the shoulder that I knew that the "main master" of this group of people had finally begun to appear.

They must have been hostile and strange to uninvited guests like me, and it just so happened that I also wanted to meet the leader of the Miao people who lived in seclusion.

All the doubts in my heart seem to have found a breakthrough, and they are frantically pouring into my mind.

Until my eyes were covered with a black cloth, I neither struggled nor feared, but just followed the two people in front of me and behind me carefully on the steep hill road by feeling.

I know that even though they have lived in seclusion in the mountains for many years and have long been forgotten by the market, there is still the royal law deeply rooted in their hearts.

So they categorically will not treat us two "foreigners" what to do.

Until the black cloth in front of him was suddenly lifted, and a man in a black cloak stood in the empty room in front of him.

I distinctly remember that the guy was holding a knife on my neck, and vaguely seemed to see the blue-gray tattoo on that hand.

It's just that the hands of the mysterious person in front of him are covered by loose black robes, and no skin is exposed at all.

"TM..., what I hate the most in my life is that someone puts a knife on my neck, and you are the first person..."

"And the last one..., because everyone else is dead."

I faced his figure, and after saying these two words, I closed my eyes and sat down on a wooden chair unceremoniously.

Forcibly enduring the pain from the old wounds on his body, the cold sweat on his forehead couldn't help but flow down his cheeks.

The two cruel words I said at this moment are not to prove that I am a "ruthless character", but completely for self-preservation.

But the mysterious man in the black robe in front of him seemed unmoved, neither irritated nor surprised by my words.

Just standing there motionless, like a tree stump, the posture is very strange.

"TM's, if you want to kill, you can kill, if you want to chop, you can chop."

This time, I was directly angry, and I couldn't help but relax the muscles and muscles of my body, ready to face a fierce battle at any time.

"Dumb... Or deaf? ”

A little two or three minutes passed, and I had a premonition that something was unexpected.

This guy isn't just a wooden stake?

I thought about the guess in my heart for dozens of seconds, but I vaguely realized that this guy was not an ordinary person, but a very unusual "practitioner".

Wu Laogou once told me about his experience when he was younger, and in the years when he was about to fall into the grass, various warlords poured into power.

Among them, there are many peerless tricks left by the ancestors.

And the most led is a group of old Taoists from Wutai Mountain, following all forces to join forces to resist Japan.

In that lonely and dark era, those who practiced martial arts finally had a place to use in the troubled times.

Although the qigong vajra covered iron cloth shirt can't stop the bullets of foreign guns, the masters who really know how to fight can't be suppressed without dozens of people together.

The leader of Miao Jiang in front of him, who was wearing a black cloak, seemed to be also a master of qi training.

"If you don't block the wind, you can't stand unlucky" is a metaphor for the master who practices internal qigong.

When you walk, the wind blowing in front of you is separated by the aura emitted by yourself, and even if you run, there will be no resistance at all, just like walking like flying.

And "standing unlucky" is exactly what the deeply hidden qigong practitioner in front of him performed, standing motionless on the ground when he paused, like a wooden stake.

Even if you are half a meter away from him, you will not feel the slightest vitality, and if a master of this kind of kung fu wants to assassinate someone, it is almost easy.

I knew that what I met in front of me must be a "ruthless character" hidden in the mountains, and then I gradually dispelled the stupid idea of wanting to fight hard.

If the enemy does not move, I will not move.

With this belief, I have been in a stalemate with him all the time.

It wasn't until half an hour later that I was lying in my chair and almost gasped, when I suddenly noticed that the mysterious man in front of me, who was facing away from me, seemed to move his fingers slightly.

A faint shaded wind blew through the window into the room and straight to my door.

"Boom..."

Suddenly, a thunderclap rang out, and the entire sky was instantly covered in dark clouds.

It was still a clear sky just a second, but at this moment, it suddenly entered a rainy day, and people couldn't help but feel a chill down their spines.

I hurriedly cheered up and couldn't help clenching my fists, but the next second I saw the mysterious person in front of me wearing a black cloak slowly turn around.

Reflecting the cloudy and rainy day in front of him, the mask on his face flashed with black black light, and his empty eyes were pitch black and full of weirdness.

Naturally, he took off his black cloak and hung it on the chair next to him.

As I stared at the mask on his face, I felt my thoughts roll, as if I had suddenly returned to the time when I was a member of the Spirit Slayer team more than a decade ago.

In the strange fortifications deep 800 meters underground, the scene of Wu Laogou wearing an ancient sacrificial robe and holding a flower drum and drumstick is still vivid.

"Godfather...?"

The black iron mask on the face of the person in front of me was almost exactly the same as the decoration that Wu Laogou used to scare me at the beginning, and even the weird patterns outlined on it were exactly the same.

The mysterious man couldn't help but be stunned when he heard me subconsciously shout the word "godfather", and his empty eyes were dark.

It's as if the weird experiences of more than ten years ago are still flashing in my mind one by one, and I can't help but shiver.

My mind became more and more confused, and I even couldn't help it, trying to hold my head with a splitting head and stop thinking.

I just suddenly remembered that the mask worn by Wu Laogou was golden.

However, the mysterious person in front of him was wearing a utensil, but it emitted a black light, like a finely polished silverware.

"You..., don't play any tricks with me, bring something out of the general's tomb."

The hoarse voice was clear to my ears, it was the first time I had heard him speak since I arrived here, and it was a little hoarse and difficult to hear, which was not what I expected.

It's just that the sentences he pronounces are very similar to those of babies when they learn to speak, and it seems that every word they bite off is very difficult.

"I..., TM's old man thought you were a mute."

I thought to myself, naturally I didn't dare to say this.

Just looking at the gray clothes and coarse cloth that he revealed after taking off his black cloak, it seemed that there was no difference between the dress of those Miao Jiang people outside.

He also wore a coarse gray cloth towel around his head, but he wore an extra mask on his face than others, making it difficult to see his face.

"TM, as the saying goes, those who don't dare to show their true faces are extremely weak-hearted."

It wouldn't be good for the person in front of me to bring me here, but now that I've become a prisoner of other people, I have to resign everything to fate.

"Only..., a gold medal?"

He wore a mask on his head and made a hoarse voice, and he couldn't help but feel a little disdain as I looked at the gold medal I pulled out of my arms.

"Only this gold medal was brought out alive by Lao Tzu after nine deaths, if you are rare, take it."

I had a serious expression and saw that he didn't reply for a long time after receiving the gold medal, and I couldn't help but look around.

It didn't matter if he looked at it, but he suddenly found Xiao Yue lying on the bed with a pale face.

Her eyes were wrapped in gauze, and her whole body had been replaced with clean clothes, and she was motionless in the gauze tent at the moment, which was really worrying.

"If you want to kill or chop, come at Lao Tzu, she is just a child!"

I turned around and stared at the mysterious masked man in front of me with wide eyes, an irrepressible flame burning in my heart.

I don't know what's wrong with me, since I walked with her, my personality has become indecisive, and it's really a bit like going back to the old way of cowardice more than ten years ago.

"Don't worry, she's fine".

The masked man whispered in response, as if to soothe my emotions.

I took a deep breath and thought that this group of people would not do anything to her, but when I gradually stabilized my mood, a thunderclap outside the window instantly tore the sky.

"Boom..."

The torrential rain never seems to stop here, but the people here have become accustomed to it.

The silent street scene outside the window is still the same, and no one will speed up and avoid the sudden raindrops.

"I'd love to know..., what did you see there? What happened..."

The mysterious man in the mask suddenly asked a barrage of questions, which immediately overwhelmed me.

I thought he was referring to what happened in the tomb, but he just wanted to make up some nonsense to prevaricate the past.

But he suddenly realized that he was not referring to the various experiences in the tomb, but to the night of staying in the old and uninhabited Hangzi Tower.

In an instant, my face turned pale, and my mind seemed to be filled with blood-red images, and I couldn't help but shudder when I recalled the scene when I looked at the bottom of the well.

Suddenly, I realized why Xiaoyue was injured much less than me, but she hadn't woken up until now.

The key is in that old well.