It's just because, I don't have any choice but to rush forward, if there is only a glimmer of life, I have to grasp it, carrying the life of the master on my back, and when I am still immature, he protects me, every time so reliable, like Optimus Prime standing in front of me.

And now, the responsibility on my shoulders is gradually tilting on me, how can I let him down?

Under the bright sun, my sweat and blood splashed out of nowhere, sticking to my face, the main street of the town has become a long street in my eyes, and I don't know when it started, every footprint of mine will leave wet marks, and later, it is a direct blood-colored footprint.

The sense of sadness in my heart became lighter and lighter, and I was replaced by a numb charge that I had moved fifty meters forward, but I couldn't remember how many times the knife in my hand had been swung and how many times the fist had been smashed out.

The secret cave opened again, and it was about to reach my limit, even with the power of the earth, constantly surging in, I still couldn't help but gasp for breath, this exhaustion is more mental and spiritual exhaustion, this is the pressure of the real 'battlefield'.

At this time, I passed by the old man, and I didn't know when he was surrounded by the old man, and I couldn't pay attention to him, and there were always five or six people on my side, either chasing or attacking.

In the midst of the escape and fight, I passed by him out of the corner of my eye, but I saw that he hesitated slightly, as if he wanted to say something?

This made my heart suddenly move, it was almost a desperate situation, and I wanted to fight for myself a little more, although my breathing at this time was like my lungs pulling bellows, and talking was a 'luxury' thing, I couldn't help but shout: "Old man, don't stop me from going up the mountain, can't!" ”

At this time, a fist that I don't know where it suddenly smashed towards my temple, I turned sideways, avoiding the vital point, but half of my face was a little numb and angry by this fist, so I grabbed the fist, and then used my strength without thinking, and pulled it hard and smashed it to the ground

The crisp sound of bone cracking, accompanied by screams, I didn't have time to care about who the owner of this fist was, but looked sideways at the old man, and almost gritted my teeth and said: "Because you can't stop the hope of others from surviving, it doesn't matter if I die, my master is going to die, I will become a ghost, and the first one to find is you." ”

The old man's face changed a little, and I think I must be very 'hideous' at this time, and although the words I said were nonsense, I had to take them seriously.

But the old man's face was more hesitant, I didn't bother to pay attention to him, what did he hesitate? It's just that taking advantage of the deterrent effect of the crazy blow just now, those subordinates didn't dare to step forward for a while, and rushed forward several meters.

But at this moment, the old man's hoarse voice came from my ears, in jerky Chinese: "They called you Chen Chengyi just now?" ”

I was very busy, busy killing, in this kind of killing that accumulated people's negative emotions, I was also full of a certain anger towards this old man, coupled with his inexplicable question, I directly yelled at him: "I'm not Chen Chengyi, are you?" You ask this, is it guilty? Do you want to burn some money paper for me tomorrow and today? Don't worry, Lao Tzu will not die, Lao Tzu will live well! ”

The old man seemed to know that I was negative, so he didn't care about me at all, but asked: "Lao Li is in the same vein as Chen Chengyi?" Is it Jiang Lichun on your back? ”

"You're talking nonsense" I was entangled more and more angry, and subconsciously wanted to scold, but my mind was still quite clear, and I knew that this problem was not simple, so I asked: "What do you mean?" ”

The old man didn't explain, and said directly to the people around him: "Help him." ”

Then, before I could react, I felt a strange force on me, and under the eyes of heaven, I could clearly see that it was the power that those old men had put on the people in the town, and it was 1/20th of the weight added to me.

This power is very peculiar, in addition to making people feel a sense of power, I can also feel the mental power is slowly excited and abundant, and I have an intuition, this power comes from heaven and earth, as long as it is not excessive, it will not do much harm to itself.

Is this the magic of witchcraft? But I know that everything has a price, and from those old men who are still hoarsely trying to practice the Dharma, I see something called life force passing at a rate ten times faster than usual!

"You go up the mountain." The old man looked at me and said.

With the support of this force, I seem to have gained new motivation and my mental and spiritual fatigue has been soothed, and I have broken through more easily, so I have a little bit of free time, and I want to ask the old man why he helped me.

But he said to me, "You know everything when you go up the mountain, and if you can, call the people from the mountain." Go and I'll help you back without losing time. Mountain! “

As he spoke, he took out a strange sharp dagger, which suddenly slashed his chest, and at that moment, I seemed to see something burrow into his chest, and at this moment, the fighting Qi Qi suddenly roared again, after this roar, I didn't need to look at it, I could feel that this Qi Qi was more powerful.

If this is the case, the Saint King, who is good at spiritual power, will definitely be dragged into the battle, and the rest of these subordinates will be dragged by the people in the town, and I will definitely be able to break through smoothly.

Just as I thought, the old man whistled strangely again, and the people of the town began to gather rapidly around me, and attacked my men who were pursuing me, and I finally got out, and I was overjoyed, and I took care of a lot of things, and ran quickly towards the entrance to the mountain with my master on my back.

It turns out that he wants to help me, everything can be made easy and I don't have to worry too much about the people in the town, after all, they now have the upper hand, and the main combat power is dragged by the soul of Qiqi, if there is no strong reinforcements, even Yang Sheng's forces will be defeated and retreat.

But I don't want to owe this old man for some reason, he told me to call the people from the mountain, then I will do all this at all costs.

In fact, if it weren't for his help by chance, I would have reached the end of my life, because the time for the secret art is almost up, and if I delay any longer, I will eventually become the end of the crossbow and fall here.

There was no obstacle, and under the great strength, I ran with the master on my back, as if there was nothing, and the speed of the run was also quite fast, and the entrance to the mountain pass, which seemed to me to be far away, was only run in a moment.

It's still the familiar bluestone road, or the weird statue of Qiqi, which seems so kind to me at the moment, I don't want to rush to the mountain with the master on my back.

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I ran up the hill in three or two steps, and on the way I saw the luggage that Master and I had thrown here before, and I took it in my hand, and rushed up almost half a step without stopping.

I know that we have only just escaped the danger, and we can enter the mountain, and the farther we run, the safer it is, at least according to our previous experience, there are many shelters on the mountain, and it is difficult to search, and the chances of survival for me and Master are much greater.

At this time, the soul-wounded master finally got a little better, and I heard him say urgently in my ear: "Chengyi, stop, stop!" ”

Stop? How can Master let me stop at this time, have I climbed a few steps? However, out of some tacit understanding and trust, I quickly stopped and asked Master, "Master, what do you want to say?" ”

The master did not answer me directly, but asked me an inexplicable question: "Count, how many steps have you climbed?" Don't count wrong. ”

My secret art time is about to come, but the master asked me to count how many steps I climbed, this is simply but, I endured the anxiety in my heart, or patiently began to count the first steps, the master said don't count wrong, I don't dare to count wrong, so that the count is very slow, cautious.

Fortunately, I didn't have to climb for long, and when my anxiety almost swallowed me, I finally counted them and said to Master, "Master, I have climbed a total of 89 steps. ”

"It's okay, it's okay," Master's tone actually had a feeling like the rest of his life, and he even said that it was okay again and again.

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