The wind and sand suddenly rose, and the horns were repeated.

God knows where that grit came from, it seemed to come out of nowhere....... It is also possible that it fell from the roof of the cave.

Countless pieces of dead gravel, with their characteristic grayish-white ...... Accompanied by the sound of the wind and the sound of the horn, they hovered in this underground space as if they were carrying death.

Wu Xianfo's figure seemed to be hidden by the wind and sand, but I knew very well that before the wind and sand suddenly rose, his figure completely disappeared, as if he had never appeared here.

At first I thought he had really disappeared, but I soon found out........ He's not disappearing, he's running around in circles at a speed I can't understand.

I couldn't see him clearly in this situation, let alone see it, I didn't even dare to open my eyes.

The wind and sand were unconscious, even if I was an ally, they were not merciful, and the wind kept hitting me in the eyes, and the pain made me uncomfortable.

Holding back the sharp pain in my eyes, I gritted my teeth and could only rely on my sense of hearing to observe the changes around me.

The noise of the wind and sand was endless, and in this case, I could still hear very clearly the drumbeats coming from all directions, bang, bang, bang bang, powerful and short.

It should be the footsteps of Wu Xianfo when he ran.

At the same time, a howl that did not belong to any kind of creature came from far and near from the direction where Erbi was.

That kind of howl sounds very unreal, dreamlike, and has a sense of fluctuation.

But after half a minute or so, the howl became more and more terrible, and the sound seemed to turn into an awl, which continued to pass through the ear canal and pierce my head.

Maybe a minute or two passed, maybe it was longer.

The howling gradually died down, and the sound of the wind sweeping sand and dust slowly stopped.

A second before the "sandstorm" completely stopped, I heard a sigh very clearly.

I could tell that it was definitely the voice of Wu Immortal Buddha.

I don't know what's wrong with him, but in that sigh, I can vaguely feel his loss and a kind of ...... Envy??

That emotion should be envy, right??

It's like seeing someone get what they've always wanted, what they've always dreamed of.......

At this time, the wind and sand stopped.

The entire underground space fell into a kind of absolute calm, and all sounds disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The kind of situation that is absolutely quiet and has no sound only makes people feel depressed, like someone has smashed their hearts with a hammer, and they always feel that they can't get out of their breath, and they are so stuffy.

I didn't dare to open my eyes all at once, so I let out a few blows of air through my nose, squirting out most of the grit from my nostrils, and then I started to slap the dust off my body......

The face is definitely a hard-hit area, just like wearing a mask, the dust accumulated on it is one or two centimeters thick.

I wondered how they hung on my face, they were neither wet nor sticky, and when I finally picked them off with my hands, it felt so much stronger.......

It's like the refreshing feeling of having a piece of dead skin on your body completely torn off by yourself.

When I rubbed my eyes a few times and slowly opened them, I realized that the changes around me were beyond my imagination.

Everywhere I looked, it was covered in white gravel, including the walls around it, and the roof of the cave that hung high above our heads.

It's all like to tell me that it's not just the gravel that's dying, it's this area, this underground space, all dying with it.......

Wu Xianfo squatted next to me, holding the old monk's thin and withered body in his arms, looking at all this expressionlessly.

As for Erbi, who was still arrogant outside, he was gone at this moment, and when he looked into the big hole on the ground, it was also pitch black, and he couldn't see anything.

At this moment, the old monk's body is translucent, and it is not the kind of demonic appearance anymore, and the whole person has returned to its original state.

He is not tall, thin and has a white beard all over his chin.

Although the death on his face was heavy, he was still smiling, as if he didn't care about everything, and everything could make him happy.

Seeing this situation, I chuckled in my heart, and immediately knew what kind of state the old monk was in, so I hurriedly ran over, squatted beside the old monk, and gently held his hand.

It's weird.

Obviously he is a void constitution, like a soul, without a body or substance, but the palm of my hand can touch him.

The old monk's hands are warm, really.

That warm feeling reminds me of an old man in Sichuan.

"Senior ......"

Before I could finish speaking, the old monk laughed, and coughed a few times in a row, his eyes full of unconcealable joy.

"Really...... It's really a good fate......." The old monk's tone was very real, not pretended, and I couldn't understand the kind of happy and heartfelt emotion.

Perhaps apart from the old monk himself, there is no one in this world who can truly understand him.

"What's so good?" Wu Xianfo asked rhetorically.

At this time, Wu Xianfo's emotions were even more incomprehensible.

According to my previous impression of him, this guy has always been smiling, no matter what kind of things he encounters, he can face them very calmly, and the smile on his face has not diminished.

But now...... He is quite calm, but the expression on his face is too indifferent.

The face is expressionless, like a sculpture.

"I can get out of here...... Isn't that good? The old monk smiled: "Fortunately, with your help, if it weren't for you, maybe that monster would have to escape, and then ........"

"It's none of your business to escape, why do you like to meddle so much......." Wu Xianfo said, looking at the old monk expressionlessly: "I told you a long time ago not to stay here, and when it starts to flee...... I'll be here to help...... I don't need you to ........"

The old monk just laughed and didn't speak.

Hearing what Wu Xianfo said, I only thought that he was feeling guilty and that he was not worthy of the old monk.

Because he doesn't have to guard here at all, the sky is falling, and there is Wu Immortal Buddha on top, and it is not our turn.

"I regret it and I'm sorry for you." Wu Xianfo said in a low voice: "I should have killed you in the first place to free you." ”

Hearing this, the old monk smiled and said, there is no need to apologize, and it is not too late now.

"Where's the monster?" The old monk asked again, still a little relieved, and there was a kind of anxiety in his eyes: "Did you really get it back?" ”

"Don't worry, it will fall asleep soon, and even if it can't sleep, it won't dare to come out." Wu Immortal Buddha said in a low voice: "My strength is not worth mentioning to it, but the old man I follow is different, with its power sitting here, Erbi's body is nothing at all." ”

"That's good," the old monk smiled....... "as long as it can't come out....... I can sleep peacefully........"

Suddenly, the old monk's smile stiffened, and he stared at Wu Xianfo intently, as if he had discovered something, and an inexplicable sadness gradually appeared in his eyes.

"Don't envy me, don't follow me, you still have a long way to go, and there are still many things that need you to do........"

"I'm still thinking that if we go together, and there will be a care on the way, I won't be bored." Wu Xianfo shook his head and whispered to the old monk, "You go first, and I will come later." ”

As he spoke, Wu Xianfo raised his hand and gently closed his eyes.

When he took his hand away, he saw that the old monk was still staring at him, motionless.

"It's not like it's dead and blind, is it......." Wu Xianfo muttered, looking at the old monk in some surprise, and helping him close his eyes again.

This time, the old monk's eyes widened.

"I'm not dead yet, why are you in a hurry!"

Seeing this situation, Wu Xianfo was also a little embarrassed, laughed unnaturally twice, and touched his nose: "I thought you were out of gas." ”

"I'm out of gas for a long time, I'm ...... Don't mess around! The old monk glared at Wu Xianfo: "I'll go first, and then you'll come?" You don't want to kill yourself, do you? ”

Wu Xianfo shook his head and said, No, I don't have the guts, if I had, I would have ........

Wu Xianfo didn't say the latter words, but the old monk obviously understood.

"Let's go."

Wu Xianfo said in a low voice, and there seemed to be a hint of sadness on his expressionless face, which was faintly unreal.

At this moment, the gravel all over the underground space seemed to have hit a slope, and it kept rolling down towards us, flowing like liquid.

At the edge of the old monk's body, there were also several places stained with the color of gravel, which were silently cracked, and then mixed in the gravel, and drifted towards the big pit in front of him......

"It's a pity."

The old monk muttered, as if talking to himself, looked at Wu Xianfo intently, turned his head sideways, and glanced at me.

"It's a pity ......."

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