The sunrise on the top of the mountain is magnificent, the clouds are filled with mist, and the morning light in the distant sky pierces through the layers of clouds, and the grandeur of the scene is breathtaking.

The sun shines on the corner of the mountaintop, and the faint light of the first birth stimulates the sleeping man.

The back of his head still hurts a little, is his neck a little stiff, Zhu Beichen squinted his eyes and slipped in the light to adapt to the surrounding environment, sky, is it finally bright?

His head was groggy, and the pain of the impact of the sharp object made him confused and instantly recalled, it turned out that he was not dreaming last night, someone really knocked him unconscious, and he suddenly became alert.

There was no one next to the boulder where the three thousand had been lying last night, and the body was gone. He genuinely suspected that he was having a dream.

At the edge of the hilltop stood a figure, standing silently in the glow of the rising sun. Zhu Beichen swept around and found that the person, with black clothes and an all-black coat, who is this not three thousand? Could it be that three thousand are making trouble at night?

"Are you awake?" The voice came faintly. The figure that looks quite majestic in the sunlight is actually short in stature, and he is exactly three thousand, the person who disappeared in the night.

"Last night, a corpse knocked me unconscious, and you don't know where to run, that thing is so powerful, I didn't hack him to death for a long time." Zhu Beichen cursed and cursed the ghosts in the night, and he was not at ease when he died.

Three thousand faces facing the rising sun, his body with his back to Zhu Beichen twitched slightly, and the bones of his shoulders crackled, and he was suppressed by him with imperceptible forbearance.

"Sanqian, why are you always facing me and twisting your head for me." Why is this dwarf so strange this morning, just run around at night, and get up so early to watch the sunrise.

Hmph, Sanqian snorted coldly twice with his back on his back, and his tone was weird. "Then you must have been very brave last night, you must have beaten that corpse up and down, and then you were majestic, right?"

This dwarf spoke strangely this morning, not like his usual crisp and neat style. Sanqian was also attacked by a corpse at night, and his head was frightened.

"You should have punched that corpse in the eye, didn't you?" Sanqian's body trembled violently, his tone was obviously cold, and his teeth were chattering.

Zhu Beichen gasped, deeply realizing that Sanqian might have done something immoral last night, this little man must have been hiding nearby to watch the battle at night, and then jumped out and knocked a dull stick at the critical moment when he was most proud. He secretly imagined it, and felt more and more that this was the truth, and the truth was really miserable, and he finally managed to be majestic, but it ended in such an unbearable form.

"You kid is really not authentic, just hide and don't help, you actually put a cold gun on me behind your back." Zhu Beichen said as he spoke, spitting stars flying sideways, with an old face, glaring at the short figure.

Sanqian finally couldn't hold it back, and was robbed of everything, but it became his own fault, and he even believed that this was the truth. With a snort, he was almost so depressed that he couldn't breathe. You're too good at reversing right and wrong, aren't you, are the Han people as shameless as you?

"You're embarrassed to say it!" Sanqian turned around angrily, a blood-colored scratch on his cheek was extremely eye-catching, and the left eye circle was black, and he was in a one-eyed panda state.

Zhu Beichen was suddenly stunned.

"You didn't know what you were crazy about last night, just draw a gun and shoot at me, I'm going to hide slowly, and I'll drill a hole in your head." It seems that the truth is not limited to this, and the three thousand are annoyed, eager to eat Zhu Beichen alive. Lao Tzu really wants to curse you, next time you come back at night to take Lao Tzu to fall asleep and flip me, Lao Tzu promises not to say a word, I have to knock you out first, and then I will talk about it when I get up the next day.

"It's not enough to shoot with a gun, pick up the knife and pounce on Lao Tzu, it's useless to shout at you, you are like sleepwalking, chopping Lao Tzu up and down, almost separating your head from your body." You're going to be sober, aren't you, do you know how Lao Tzu came here at night, a night of horror! Zhu Beichen, you brute, Lao Tzu was sleeping well, but you turned me over, with a gun and a knife! The hatred on Sanqian's face became stronger, and there were still grievances mixed with his emotions.

This little white face of the Han people, who usually looks thin and tender, has never seen him play the scimitar so slippery before, and last night it was as if he was possessed by the sword god, and he couldn't catch a move and a half, and he was beaten so aggrieved.

"That, that, was it really you last night?" No, I remember that I was looking at a dead man's face, but the bullet scratches on the dwarf's face and the pair of panda eyes couldn't have faked it.

"Don't pretend to be innocent to me, if I don't knock you out, I will definitely be dismembered by you at night." This thing will be so cunning when it sleepwalks, pretending to slash himself, and punching his backhand, three thousand can't believe it, this is something that people can do in a sleepwalking state.

Zhu Beichen was suspicious, seeing that Sanqian said it vividly, it didn't seem to be deliberately choreographed, anything could happen after Wushan went night, maybe he really mistook him for a corpse. Anyway, it was a beating, and it was regarded as a relief for the crazy girl, and I couldn't hold back my desire to laugh in my heart, and I looked at the eyes of the three thousand positive colors, and I couldn't bear it anymore.

Suddenly, he felt some numbness on his arm, and the skin on his left wrist was itchy.

"Wait, don't move." The red and swollen area was particularly conspicuous, and the sharp-eyed Sanqian, who was not far away, also saw the small bag on Zhu Beichen's wrist.

Soul Eater!

The so-called Soul Eater is not a native breed of Wushan, but a Gu worm that has been researched and experimented by an outstanding figure in Heishui River for most of his life hundreds of years ago, using the advanced biological improvement technology of contemporary Wu Gu, and spent decades to breed. At that time, the black seedlings had never appeared at the level of a wizard for hundreds of years, and the soul eater insect that had spent many years of time cultivated by that wizard was naturally an extraordinary existence.

The process of improving and cultivating each generation of witch Gu will be recorded in one of the Gu refining recipes of Black Miao, perhaps hundreds of years have passed, and the refining method steps will be lost with the passage of time, but the habits and characteristics of the cultivated Gu will be recorded one by one. As the eldest grandson of the high priest's family, although Sanqian's own strength is not good, this kind of rote memorization of written records is not bad at all, and the cause of the redness and swelling on Zhu Beichen's wrist can be knocked out at a glance.

The Soul Eater Worm, also known as the Soul Eater Gu, resembles a mosquito, and what it devours is not blood!

According to the records of the clan, only one was bred back then, and its sex was ferocious, and it liked to bite the living, and those who had been bitten by the soul eater would become demented if their souls were lost, and they would be muddy for the rest of their lives. And hundreds of years ago, the wizard who cultivated this soul-eating insect with his own hands was also devoured by the worm Gu and bitten into dementia.

This attracted the attention of Heimiao and was recorded. Hundreds of years have passed since they weren't supposed to be alive.

The soul eater insect that bit Zhu Beichen is definitely not the one it was back then, and the three thousand scratched their heads and couldn't figure it out, isn't it the offspring of crossing with local varieties on Ran Wu Mountain?

"You must have been tricked by illusion before, anyone who has been bitten by a soul eater will have fantasies in his mind, and the crazy ones will be like you did last night, slashing me with a knife."

I finally figured out the reason, but Sanqian still couldn't swallow a bad breath, and at the same time was a little worried.

According to the records, after that, he should lose his soul and become a fool, why did he have no signs at all?