"Of course, those are just old names, and there is no way to verify them." Boss Zhao took a hard puff of cigarette and swallowed it into his lungs.

"According to some ancient classics, Xiuzhen is also called Xiuxian, and there were a large number of young people cultivating immortals in the pre-civilization period." Boss Zhao spoke slowly.

"Oh?" Ye Kong was stunned.

"They don't care about sleep every night in order to cultivate the immortal method, and they are not afraid of sudden death, this kind of perseverance is admirable."

"Even, according to the words that came out, there is a sixteen-year-old girl who has cultivated to the realm of the primordial infant, which is terrifying!" Boss Zhao said with a little excitement, obviously yearning for everything.

"Hmm...... Ahem...... "Ye Kong coughed dryly, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Without waiting for him to continue to speak, Boss Zhao smiled and said, "Don't be too yearning, the things of the former civilization, after all, the past is already the dust of history."

"Yes, Uncle Zhao." Ye Kong nodded, and suddenly his brows furrowed, there seemed to be a close connection between the wasteland and the earth.

"I joined that special team back then, the leader of the squad is a spiritual cultivator, with extraordinary powers, he once got drunk and revealed to us that there are nine levels of spiritual path, and spiritual path 9 is the lowest, and he is a criminal law master of the jurist spiritual path 8."

Jurist Lingtu 8? Criminal lawyer? Ye Kong secretly wrote it down.

"He also said that he met a giant of the Ancient Divine Spirit Path 9 back then, and even though he was one level lower than him, he still never fought anyone and broke off an arm." Boss Zhao's tone was slightly vicissitudes.

"Then Uncle Zhao is a spiritual cultivator of the spiritual path." Ye Kong asked with some curiosity.

"Me?" Boss Zhao smiled self-deprecatingly, "I am a loser, in the promotion of the War Spirit Path 9 'Warrior', I almost lost control, but fortunately, the elixir was not completely digested, and I was saved by a big man." ”

"Hehe, the path of spiritual cultivation is nine deaths and one life, otherwise, the spiritual cultivators will run all over the ground."

Boss Zhao said at the end, looking at Ye Kong a little playfully, "Are you sure you want to go?" ”

Ye Kong took a deep breath and said lightly: "Sure." ”

In his previous life, he liked to look through some ancient Taoist books and exercises, and tried to cultivate, but it didn't work.

"Hehe, too, how many people can withstand the temptation of extraordinary power?" Boss Zhao smiled, with self-deprecation in his tone.

"Listening to Uncle Zhao, there seem to be many types of spiritual paths, what other spiritual paths does Uncle Zhao know?"

"Basically, it's gone, these are the secrets of the highest levels of humanity." Boss Zhao pondered for a while, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly said, "Do you remember that zombie yesterday?" I vaguely heard the captain mention that the Spirit Path 9 corpse chasers of the Hell Spirit Path are good at manipulating corpses. ”

Hell Spiritual Path 9? Corpse chaser?

"Hey, I didn't hear of mysterious events at that time, and recently, there was a big man in the shelter who revealed ......" Boss Zhao deliberately lowered his voice, "There have been a lot of supernatural events in major market towns, and I don't think it's a coincidence." ”

"Huh?" Ye Kong's eyes froze.

"Hehe, I heard that recently in the No. 2 market town, every night, there will not be an old lady with cat milk, on the roof of your house, lifting the tiles, and secretly watching you." Boss Zhao said quietly.

"Oh? What does she want to see? Peeking at a handsome guy like me taking a shower? Ye said.

"Young man, don't take it seriously, in short, be careful lately." Boss Zhao admonished.

While! While! While!

The bell rings three times, which means that it is 6 o'clock in the evening.

Twilight is approaching, the sun is about to set, and the wasteland is about to usher in a heavy night.

Yes!

At this time, the little fat man's scream suddenly came from outside the yard.

Boss Zhao quickly ran out, and Ye Kong followed.

I saw the little fat man crying and running over, and when he saw his father, he hurriedly shouted: "Dad, Aunt Wang beat me." ”

The little fat man had five slap prints on his face in bright red.

Ye Kong was happy when he saw the little fat man's tearful appearance, and asked, "Why did Aunt Wang beat you?" ”

I only heard the little fat man choke up and said: "Didn't my big flower pants save the beauty, did the crotch crack?" Then I just went to find Mei and asked her to sew it for me! ”

"So Aunt Wang thinks you've gone too far and slapped you?"

"No, it's not! Wang Meili was very good to me, she took out a needle and thread on the spot and sewed it, and I also stood up to sew it for her, but when she finished sewing and bit off the thread with her mouth, Aunt Wang came in! ”

Tut.

Ye Kong: "......"

Boss Zhao: "......! ”

……

As night fell, Ye Kong returned home.

A candle was lit in the living room, and Ye Jia was sitting by the candle reading a book, the candlelight flickering, casting a layer of mystery on her cheeks.

"Sister, rest early, it's cold outside." Ye Kong mentioned it, and he found that the door of the house had been repaired by his sister.

"Hmm." Ye Jia nodded quietly.

Ye Kong sniffed, there was a faint fragrance in the air, and he didn't know what it was. He closed the door and lay down on his cot.

This is the second night of Ye Kong's visit to the wasteland, he grinds the lines of his palm, slowly sorting out the memories of the original owner and the events of the past two days.

"The secret of the ritual has not been solved, why the hell did the crow come to life?"

"Who planted that sunflower in the yard, is it my sister?"

"Why did I fall asleep so soon last night and dream of that red sachet?"

All kinds of questions have been echoing in Ye Kong's mind, and he feels like he has overlooked something important, but he can't remember it.

The moonlight was faint tonight, and there were no clouds streaking through it, obscuring the thin rays of light.

Sleeping in this dark world is like sleeping in a coffin in a tomb, which can always evoke some hidden thoughts in people's hearts.

"You must hurry up and become a 'spiritual cultivator', you can do anything."

After all these things, he is still an ordinary person, which makes him very insecure.

"The compass has become like this, can you fight for qi and help me calculate where there is an elixir formula?"

Ye Kong muttered, but there was no change in his palm.

At this time, there seemed to be a soft singing voice in his ears, like a lullaby, which gradually pulled Ye Kong's consciousness into the darkness.

He felt a thick exhaustion coming, his eyelids were heavy, and he was about to fall asleep in the next second.

Dada!

Outside the window, there was a sound of footsteps in the street.

It's the Guard!

"Please pay attention, there are fugitives wandering into Market Town 8, please pay attention!"

"Please close the doors and windows, and call for help as soon as you find a stranger!"

There were guards shouting with loudspeakers, and searchlights flashed white lights, dividing the blurry night.

Ye Kong suddenly came to his senses, subconsciously held the dagger on the side, quietly got out of bed, stuck to the side of the bed, and began to observe.

There were about 100 people in the guards, all with guns, what level of fugitives could make the guards so aggressive?

Are you a spiritual cultivator?

Ye Kong licked his lips, and he felt his cold blood slowly begin to boil again.

Hehe.

I want to check it out.

Ye Kong walked towards the door.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out from the other side!

Desert Eagle!

"It's Boss Zhao." Ye Kong's eyes flickered, and something seemed to be wrong on Boss Zhao's side.

Ye Kong no longer hesitated, and slammed open the door.

It would be better if he could pull Boss Zhao into the water, he has a gun after all!

As soon as he opened the door, under the faint moonlight, Ye Kong suddenly found that there was a pool of blood similar to paint sprinkled outside his yard.

"Who?!" Ye Kong turned his head to look at the utility room and burst into applause.

The figure in the utility room slowly walked out, it was Ye Jia, but her face was as pale as paper at this time.

"Sister, it's you, you go back to the room first, I'll go outside and have a look." Ye Kong said in a deep voice, his eyes flashing invisibly.

He turned his head and walked slowly outside, but Ye Jia didn't say a word, walking as if there was no sound, and followed him.

The faint moonlight sprinkled like water, Ye Jia's face was like pus in the moonlight, and her nose and eyes slowly squirmed, and finally became an ugly cat face......