After leaving Fucheng, Mu Shi'an walked to a small town.

This town seems to be the junction of the two worlds, but it is not far from Fucheng, so she guesses that this should still be the junction of the demon world and the human world.

In fact, she wasn't wrong in her guess.

A teahouse was full of people, and everyone's faces were full of unprecedented seriousness, and at the front of the teahouse, a gray-haired old man started a new round of stories.

This was discovered by Mu Shi'an by chance, and the old man in this teahouse always told stories that were not found in the books outside.

No one knows where the old man came from, how old he is, and no one can even see through the old man's cultivation.

Those who come to the teahouse to listen to the story can be a heinous devil or an ordinary person who has no cultivation, as long as they don't make trouble, they will be treated equally.

Thanks to this rule, Mu Shi'an was able to come here to listen to the story. However, she came with a veil, and she didn't want to be hunted down.

People affectionately called the old man "Mu Lao", which surprised Mu Shi'an for a long time, it turned out that this old man was also surnamed Mu.

"Mu Lao, what is the story today?"

In the crowd, I don't know who asked.

Mu Lao smiled, his tone was a little vicissitudes, "Today, the story to be told is the story of the divine beast that appeared some time ago. ”

As soon as his words fell, Mu Shi'an felt that the Qibai body in his arms stiffened, and the originally buried head was raised. Luckily, she used dye, so others didn't recognize her.

Seeing the strong emotion in Qi Bai's eyes, Mu Shi'an couldn't help but be a little curious about what story Mu Lao would say today.

In the crowd, there was originally some noise, but when they heard Mu Lao say this, they all fell silent. Perhaps, I am also interested in the story of the mythical beast.

In the silence, Qibai's story slowly appeared in front of Mu Shi'an's eyes.

Thousands of years ago, the divine beast Blood Marten was the patron saint of the gods on the other side, and it was born to protect the spirit girl of the gods on the other side. Later, the other side of the Protoss violated the rules of the Five Realms and was destroyed by the Immortal Realm Immortal General Beihan. The fire on the entire island burned for three days and three nights.

And the divine beast, with the spirit girl who was rescued by the northern cold, left the other side of the island and has been protecting the spirit girl.

But as a member of the other side of the clan, how could the spirit girl escape the pursuit of the people of the Five Realms, in order to save her, Bei Han reached a consensus with the Five Realms, as long as the netherworld that has plagued everyone for many years is sealed, the spirit girl will be spared.

Although they agreed on the surface, people secretly harmed Beihan, so that Beihan couldn't get out after sealing the Netherworld. And he was corrupted by ten thousand ghosts.

"Ten thousand ghosts erode ......," Mu Shi'an muttered, his eyes glazed.

She gently touched her white hair, and her heart seemed to hurt a little.

The Northern Cold fell, and the spirit girl was also put on a fire pit by everyone, and the fire burned her, but she was rescued by someone and sealed her for a thousand years.

Thousands of years later, Bei Han was reincarnated and became an ordinary person, in the immortal sect, everyone bullied, and after the spirit girl woke up, she found him.

This time, Qi Bai saw the reincarnation of Beihan and the spirit girl die in front of it, and also saw the person who saved the spirit girl piercing his heart with ten thousand arrows.

"Woo......"

Qi Bai's voice, Mu Shi'an looked down at it, its eyes were full of anticipation, pain, and a lot of emotions that she couldn't see.

A red liquid that slides down the blackened hair.

Tears......

Mu Shi'an froze, his hands at a loss. My cheeks were a little wet, I don't know if it was because of this story or because of Qi Bai. She reached out to touch the cold tears, and then looked up at Mu Lao.

"Who are you?" She muttered to herself, but the voice reached Mu Lao's ears, and the originally kind face was instantly replaced by shock, and his eyes looked at Mu Shi'an.

Familiar.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Mu Shi'an looked at him blankly, relatively speechless.

"Who the hell are you?" She spoke quietly, staring at Mu Lao.

Qibai stretched out his paw and grabbed her hand, and the emotion in his eyes was gone. Mu Shi'an looked down at it, stunned.

My emotions also disappeared in an instant. Looking up at the old man again, the inexplicable sense of familiarity disappeared.

"Seven White ......"

"Master, it doesn't matter." Qibai interrupted her, and she didn't listen to a word of the next story.

Once, she just felt that because she wasn't good enough, others hated her. But now it seems that this is not the case.

Out of the teahouse, she went to Yicheng again.

That, she just got out of the place where Qingqiu was staying.

She had too many doubts about who she was and what her identity was. I always felt that Luo Xian didn't tell me everything.

Along the way, Qibai didn't say anything, but followed her quietly, I don't know if it was her delusion, she always felt that Qibai seemed to have something on her mind. And following herself, Qibai seems to have a heart knot that has not been opened, so he falls asleep many times and does not talk to her.

Yicheng is some distance from where she is, so it took her a whole month just to get to Yicheng.

Because Yicheng was slaughtered, no one wanted to come to Yicheng, and the entire Yicheng became an empty city.

Even if she hadn't entered Yicheng yet, she could still feel that the entire Yicheng was enveloped in the aura of death.

"Master, something is wrong here." Qibai didn't know when he woke up, maybe he sensed danger, so he opened his mouth to warn.

In fact, even if it doesn't remind him, Mu Shi'an can feel it.

That breath of death is not an illusion, but a real one.

"Your Excellency."

On the tower of Yicheng, a man wearing a mask knelt on the ground and looked respectfully at the man in front of him.

The man also wears a mask, but the color of the mask is different from that of the others. I couldn't see the whole face, but I could see the high bridge of the nose and the cold thin lips.

His slender body, dressed in white, was completely different from the aura of death that emanated from his whole body. He turned his head and glanced at the kneeling man on the ground, and the man's body was shocked, and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead.

He buried his head even lower, for fear that if he was not careful, he would lose his life.

The man's voice was cold and piercing, "Zi Xiao, what is the order of the deity?" ”

The man named Zi Wei was shocked, could it be that he was known by the Venerable? The man's gaze was on him, and he felt as if he was locked by thousands of thin needles.

He kept kowtowing and said, "Your Excellency, your subordinates know your mistakes, please spare your subordinates this time."