The old man was stunned, and after being silent for a moment, he seemed to suddenly realize, and he didn't ask any more questions, and turned around and went down the mountain. Just as a few people turned around, the morning sun in the east was finally covered by heavy clouds, and another black cloud drifted in. The heavens and the earth darkened at this moment, and there was a faint trace of fishy dampness in the wind, and the weather suddenly changed, and it seemed that it was going to rain.

The old man and the young man went down the stairs and were about to leave the top of the foothill. Suddenly, as if sensing something, the young man turned his head sharply, but there was nothing unusual on the summit except for the whining of the wind, which was getting louder and louder.

Just as the young man and several others had reached the bottom of the mountain, a thunderclap sounded, and the wind, rain, and thunder finally fell. In the heavy rain, a faint blue light flashed on the goddess stone, as if it was the light projected by a lone lamp in the rain and fog.

In the cyan light, several purple rays of light flickered one after another, like neon, and those purple rays shuttled on the goddess stone several times, and finally gathered on the face of the goddess stone. There was a thunderous "click", accompanied by a flash of lightning, and something strange happened.

I saw that the face of the goddess stone was originally smooth and covered with moss, but suddenly the moss seemed to have been scraped off, revealing a smooth stone surface. Immediately, there was a slight sound, and it seemed that someone was sketching on the stone surface, first a simple line appeared, and then the corners of the eyebrows and mouth were faintly visible.

In this city, the impermanence of climate change has become a normal phenomenon, and this scene is a small anomaly, and no one notices it. The heavy rain was intermittent, and finally stopped at dusk. Lushan is the most famous leisure landscape in the city, the sky is not yet completely dark, and the two mountain roads on the left and right are full of people climbing the mountain and watching the night.

Lushan is a peak in the west of the river. Climb to the top at night, look at the east and west banks, the lights are bright, the traffic is busy, and the lights are colorful, but anyone who witnesses this scene. All of them have a sense of spaciousness. However, as the sub-hour approached, the night breeze became heavier and the tourists gradually disappeared.

But at this moment, in the corner of the foothills, where it should have been a bush and jungle, suddenly several figures appeared, and these people walked and stopped, obviously not familiar with this remote mountain road. The shadows of the trees were gloomy, and I could only vaguely tell that it was an old man walking in front. The mountain road is rugged, and although he keeps breathing, he always maintains a posture and demeanor that seems to come from ancient rites.

He was followed by a young man, but the young man was still carrying a man on his back, who seemed to be a woman, but she was shaking her hands on the young man's chest, and she was unconscious or asleep.

Finally, there is another man, whose actions are most mysterious in the dark. His figure was ethereal, like a shadow. It's elusive. And as the time passed, the man became more and more impermanent, as if he could disappear at any time in the shadows.

Finally approaching the peak, the young man suddenly stopped, and held the woman on his back in his arms with his backhand, "Father." I'm afraid my sister won't be able to do it......"

The old man shuddered and turned slowly, but did not speak, but looked at the last man. The man immediately hoarsely said without hesitation. "It's a critical part of the process, and it's indispensable."

On the top of the peak, the starlight was bright, and the old man's silver hair and wrinkled face could be clearly seen. The young man in the back was pale, and the long hair of the woman he was holding in his arms drooped, covering his face. The strange thing was the last man, under the starlight, it was still impossible to make out the specific appearance of this person, and he stood there as if surrounded by a thick fog.

"Let's get started!" The silver-haired old man said lightly, but there was a slight suppressed tremor in his voice. After saying these three words, he fell silent. The whole person seems to have become older all of a sudden.

At last the man snorted coldly, unable to tell whether it was disdain or ridicule, and walked straight to the young man with the woman in his arms. The young man immediately subconsciously strained his arms and took a step back.

"Hehe, don't think about it, I just want to marry her with a little blood." The man suddenly arrived in front of the young man, his voice always sounding a little muddy, but his form was extremely agile. I saw him bully forward, stretched out his left hand, and wiped it flatly.

The young man suddenly felt a shock in his arms, and then his whole body went limp. The woman in her arms fell to the ground. At this moment, the last man's right hand was pointed, and there was a soft "snort", and the woman who was about to fall to the ground suddenly stopped three feet above the ground, as if there was an invisible stump on the ground.

The woman's hands were drooping, her long hair was hanging down like a waterfall, and only her waist and abdomen were raised, and then you could see that her face was dead and gray, and it was obvious that she was not alive. Or simply gone.

The young man sat slumped on the ground, his eyes swept away, but he saw the old man with his hands closed, his shoulders trembling slightly. He sighed helplessly, and then looked at the last man, his eyes full of resentment.

"Damn, don't look at me like that, I know what you're thinking." The mysterious man who seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog, sneered, pointed forward with the right index finger castration, and just as he pointed it at the center of the woman's eyebrows, he suddenly hooked his hand back.

Suddenly, a blood-red light flew out from between the woman's eyebrows. "Less fucking to Lao Tzu to come to this set, don't you really think that after being a ****, you can still set up a memorial arch?"

The man stretched out his hand and held the red light in the palm of his hand, and then he shook his hand, and the red light shot into the center of the goddess's brow like a meteor. Then he immediately turned around and floated down the mountain.

The young man hurriedly stepped forward, and held the woman's gradually stiff body in his arms, tears flowed from his pale cheeks, he trembled all over, and looked straight at the old man, although he did not say a word, but the resentment in his eyes was more than a thousand words.

The old man couldn't help but be silent, and after half a sound, he said lightly, "Since it is a death calamity that cannot be avoided, it can be regarded as the fate of a person in the family." I promised your mother that when she came down, she would no longer be left alone, and that she would have a good home......"

The young man bowed his head and remained silent for a moment, then walked down the hill with the woman's body in his arms. The old man stared at the neon lights on the east and west shores, shook his head and sighed, but his waist was still straight, his hands were behind his back, and it was obvious that his mind was not disturbed in the slightest.

Just when their figures disappeared at the peak, suddenly another thunder sounded, followed by a violent wind, electric snakes flying, torrential rain plummeted, at this time it was the end of the ugly time, the yin and yang of heaven and earth intersected, and the four seasons of cold and summer changed to take over, and the midsummer of this year finally came. (To be continued.) )