Behind the black sunglasses was a sunken eye socket, a black hole with unsupported skin, and a scar that took up the entire right eye.

It turns out that this is why he wears sunglasses.

The ghost path is very little practiced in the world, and the line derived from ancient witchcraft follows the shortest shortcut. The ghost path is cultivated after death, and the humane cultivation is during life. One is to measure what the Tao is by virtue, and the other is to be naked and bloody. As early as the beginning of religion, this kind of evil cultivation was despised by Taoism, which regarded itself as orthodox, and established it as a cult, and regarded practitioners as cultists, and equated them with the devil.

For thousands of years, in the land of feng shui in China, the green mountains and green waters suitable for cultivation have long been occupied by the gate of decency, and this ghost Taoist is like a rat in the sewer, forever hidden in those darkest places. Legend has it that these people usually live near mass graves, eating and living like savages, and most of them cannot live like ordinary people due to their long-term resentment and corpse spirit. The introduction to Taoism is mainly based on cultivating virtue and cultivating the mind, the purpose is to enable practitioners to have a strong heart to resist the temptation of those who can fall into the abyss of ten thousand tribulations, and the ghost path is crawling in the dirtiest world from birth. In their world, only the strong and survival are the only pursuits.

Just like the gossip yin and yang, Cha Wenbin's orthodox religion is yang, and this ghost path is yin, just like the back of this jade ring. Everything has its opposite, and once upon a time, if the ghost path reached the pinnacle of the world, then what about this orthodoxy?

With his sunglasses back on, he pointed to the sword in Cha Wenbin's hand and said, "If it's me, please use it to pierce my chest." ”

Looking at Cha Wenbin's somewhat puzzled expression, Black Sunglasses laughed and said, "Because, I don't want to be settled after death." ”

He continued: "Many years ago, there was a senior brother in front of your master, who was three years older, and his talent was above your master, and he was regarded as a rare genius in the Tianzheng lineage for a hundred years, and his attainments in yin and yang techniques had reached the peak of his realm as early as when he was twenty years old.

At the age of twenty-two, he went alone to Zhongnan Mountain, which was regarded as the Taoist Beidou. With the qualifications of a young man, he was taught by the Taoist son at that time at the altar, and then he said goodbye to the Maoshan Taoist people, and then talked about the Tao with the Drip Dao people of Longhu Mountain in the same year; At the age of twenty-three, he entered the southwest and went to Shu Mountain; At the age of twenty-four, he cultivated the ghost road, and from then on, he didn't care about the Tianzheng lineage.

This eye was blinded by your ancestor's own hands. ”

"You," Cha Wenbin immediately knelt on his knees, and the black sunglasses had already dragged his body up in advance and said, "I can't stand it, I'm already a sinner who has been expelled from the division." ”

Cha Wenbin was already struggling to kneel: "Uncle Shi is above, junior Cha Wenbin will see you." After saying that, he kowtowed to the black sunglasses again.

After getting up, he said to Black Sunglasses: "A teacher for one day, a teacher for life, my uncle is my brother, and the younger generation should salute." ”

"Okay, good, Lao Ma still has a good apprentice."

"Then does my uncle also understand my life experience?"

"Hey," Black Sunglasses patted Cha Wenbin's shoulder and said, "Now is not the time, when we go out, I will tell you everything I know." On this day, I am ahead of me, and you are all following me. ”

A ray of sky, pitch-black similar to basalt, the illumination of bright light makes it particularly conspicuous. An almost straight crack split the mountain in two, and everything inside was waiting to be opened.

Whether it is the world of mirrors or twin mountains, walking into it, the coldness rushes straight to the door of the head from the soles of the feet. The smooth stone under his feet is like man-made marble, and the black glow exudes the breath of thousands of years.

The black sunglasses swept away the previous relaxation, cat steps, holding a white snake in his hand, looking up and sideways at everything around him from time to time, this kind of place seems to be quiet, but everyone knows that there are too many crises hidden in the distance.

The ghosts, the clearest thing is their control over the souls of the dead, and for death, black sunglasses have an inexplicable sense of excitement and familiarity. Walking here, he felt that the feeling was stronger than the abandoned cemetery, and a huge aura of death enveloped every pore of his body. Ordinary people feel inexplicably depressed and uneasy from the bottom of their hearts, they don't know the meaning of this feeling, and even Dashan, who has always been the most numb, feels that the frequency of heartbeat has unconsciously strengthened.

And Cha Wenbin is even more familiar, the evil air in the sky is like an undercurrent at the bottom of the river, seemingly calm but turbulent. He had to wipe tears from his eyelids every few minutes, and he believed that with black sunglasses, it was normal to leave a few corpses in this place.

After walking for about ten minutes, they found themselves in a white mist. When the fog began and when it thickened, no one knows, and such a highly concentrated mind has not been able to detect the changes in the surrounding environment. When the light could no longer penetrate the front, the black sunglasses stopped, and Cha Wenbin also stopped.

At this moment, the distance between everyone and the front and back was only a punch, but it reminded Cha Wenbin of the cloud he encountered when he crossed the top of Kunlun. I can feel the existence of other people, but I can't discern the direction and space, and I somehow fall into this big net.

"Open the insurance." Zhuo Xiong is still old in the end, at this moment his first thought is a firearm, as long as there is any disturbance, pull the trigger when he can't see the target clearly, and he may fall.

The new round of reporting shows that the number of people is still complete, but the fog around here is getting thicker and thicker. At first, you could still see a back, and after Zhuo Xiong finished saying this, he couldn't even see his palm clearly, and the slightly humid air was mixed with a fishy smell.

"Click, click, click......"

This is the sound of the high heels, as soon as he heard this, the hairs on Cha Wenbin's body immediately stood up! So I reminded: "Uncle Shi, be careful, I have encountered this sound before, and I almost planted ......"

He was only an arm's length away from the black sunglasses, and when he poked forward, he found that there was no one, so he shouted again vigilantly: "Uncle Shi? ”

No one answered.

"Senior, uncle!" Cha Wenbin suddenly raised his pitch by an octave, and at this time, he only heard the "click" sound become rapid, and there was a trotting rhythm.

In this situation, Cha Wenbin didn't dare to move, so he could only beckon the group of people behind him to lean against each other against the wall, and told them not to disperse. He couldn't see everything in front of him, but he could feel the needle of the compass in his hand turning wildly, and the trembling of the Seven Star Sword was a sign that death might be coming sooner.

The "click" sound began to go farther and farther, and as it disappeared, the fog gradually dissipated. In less than a stick of incense, the calm was restored in front of them, and only the wet hair on the top of everyone's head proved how thick the fog was just now.

Everyone else was sighing at the mist and changes just now, only Cha Wenbin was alone looking into the distance, his lips were biting tightly, the sword in his hand wanted to pick it up but had no strength, and a line of tears slipped down gently......

He couldn't see it, but he felt it, and in just a moment, he could restore everything by closing his eyes.

With the cultivation of the ghost path, how could the black sunglasses not be able to discover the strangeness in the mist? When that voice sounded, he had already shot out like an arrow from a string, and it didn't matter if there was this fog or not for a ghost who was born in the dark. They only relied on their own sensitivity to breath and could detect everything, and between the lightning and flint, the black sunglasses struck.

Black Sunglasses is fast, and his speed can be faster than the wind, so much so that everyone doesn't feel it at all. Two forces representing death collide at that moment. A move between the masters can make a difference between life and death, obviously, that rush of footsteps means that it has been hit hard, but what about black sunglasses?

Fifty meters away, a large black stone was stuck in the middle of the stone wall, and from here, it looked like a coffin placed in the air, indicating that it was ominous.

That stone, Cha Wenbin is very familiar with, it was there that he and Chaozi cleaned up the three zombies. It was there that he met the "click" sound, and thus began that desperate run. The breath that left him with nowhere to escape will never be forgotten, it was a call from hell, an irresistible death. That time, he was ready to die, because it was an existence that could not be resisted.

The stone, the black sunglasses, was hung by the forbidden woman when she first came, and now, there is no one hanging on this replica stone. Directly below it, a corpse in a shroud was kneeling facing west, his head already lowered to his arms, and beside him, a small white snake had been broken in two......