Youfang sat on the ground and rubbed his cheeks repeatedly, before he was sure that he was not in a dream, but what was the matter with this tombstone full of eyes, could there really be a word for hell?

There are only dead people in the cemetery, how did you come here?

Youfang tried hard to remember what had happened before, but his chaotic thoughts made him feel like he was stuck in a quagmire, and the harder he tried, the more confused he became. After a while, he simply closed his eyes and recuperated himself. It's just that whenever he is close to blurring, several people in black robes will always appear in his mind and wake him up. After repeating it a few times, I vaguely remembered something. These people seem to have seen them in a dream, but they don't feel very good, and it is not a good dream.

He rubbed his aching head, startled for no reason, only to remember that so much time had passed, and he was defenseless, if this was in the frozen forest, this would be kung fu, I am afraid it would be......

He immediately became cautious, sat up and lay down again, squirming little by little behind the nearest tombstone, hiding his body in the seemingly safe darkness by the shadow reflected in the candlelight.

But he soon found that no matter how much he curled up, the shadow could not wrap his whole body, because there were candles everywhere, and the light that emitted only allowed for the darkness, especially the candle flame in front of the grave opposite.

He stared at it and thought to himself, "If we extinguish those candles, we will definitely increase the shadow of the tombstone." ”

The encounter in the frozen forest makes you believe that intuition is often the best answer.

As soon as the thought flashed, his body rushed out.

I saw that he was as agile as an ape, and he had already turned sideways before he could land on the ground, and as soon as his palm touched the ground, his breath-holding mouth used all his strength in the direction of the pair of candles, and the candle flame was blown out in an instant, and then a quick backward roll came to the shadow again.

The whole action was done in one go, without any mud and water, and even he was surprised. He knew that if he had been in the past, he would never have been so perfect, at least with some flaws. At the moment, he vaguely felt that there seemed to be something different in his body, but he couldn't say what it was. But before he could savor it for long, the pair of candles that had been extinguished were rekindled, and the whole process was watched by him.

Just now, some pulsing points of light attracted Youfang's attention. They leap onto the extinguished candle and instantly rekindle it.

He had thought it might be some kind of machine-like craft, but a strange feeling came over him. A pure desire rises in my heart to take these points of light for myself, but at the same time there is a sense of intimacy.

The two different feelings are intertwined, which makes Youfang feel extremely weird. And he soon discovers that what is even more bizarre is the candle flame itself. They were beating so slowly, so clearly, that they could see their own reflections. But why is this reflection so dark, could it be because it is backed by a black stone tablet?

He squinted, trying to get a clearer look, but then a voice came from behind him!

"This is the candle of eternal life, which cannot be extinguished. ”

Youfang was shocked, the whole person was terrified, and his right hand subconsciously touched the cuff on the left.

Originally, there was a secret opening there, hiding a small cloth bag, which contained the thing that Youfang urgently needed now - the powder of the Demon King Flower.

The experience of the Frozen Forest has taught Youfang a lot of survival skills, and the Demon King Flower Powder is a good test for him. It comes from a peculiar flower in the Frozen Forest, and has a strong hallucinogenic effect that can give the survivor a moment of respite, only to wait until the hallucinogenic effect wears off, and the terrible negative effects follow.

Whether it is a human or a beast, it will be attacked immediately after sucking, and the irritability will be completely aroused after a short time, and at the same time, the strength will increase a lot, and finally the user will attack everything that can be seen in a desperate attack.

But now, the empty cuffs made him feel cold.

"You don't have to look for it, it's all used by me, boy, you are poor and poor, you actually have such good goods, but didn't Yan Xiu teach you not to get close to these pleasure things?" The voice behind him sounded again, and a cloth bag was thrown over and fell in front of Youfang's eyes.

I don't know if it's because of the high level of tension, or something else, Youfang only feels that his senses are extremely keen, so that everything around him becomes extremely slow and clear, and he can clearly capture it, just like the cloth bag has not appeared in front of him, he has already smelled a faint fragrance, and he quickly held his breath in fright.

Youfang didn't pay attention to the cloth bag that originally contained the powder of the Demon King's flower, but at the same time as the voice sounded, he took advantage of this brief moment to quickly observe the appearance and position of the person in the candlelight.

If possible, he will choose to subdue the opponent first. Because it's always right to strike first.

The terrifying thing was that through the reflection of the candle flame, he found that this person was completely black, like the black-robed man in a dream. A bad premonition came immediately, and it wasn't until he heard a name that worried him that he let go of his heart.

He knows the Master!

Youfang immediately stood up, turned around, and bowed respectfully to the other party. At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the full picture of the mysterious man. Although the mysterious man has no facial features and looks a little infiltrating, he is still very different from the black-robed man.

At first glance, you will find that he exudes a complex temperament, which is difficult to describe accurately in words. Perhaps lazy is the most appropriate, but there is also a kind of indifference to the world. In retrospect, I feel that it is a unique arrogance, like a bamboo in my chest, and it is not like the cold-blooded murderous only of the black-robed man.

At this time, Youfang saw that the mysterious person was actually suspended in the air with his feet off the ground, and at the same time, he was secretly glad that he had not made excessive moves, and then his thirst for knowledge immediately surged up, and he boldly asked: "Master Xuanshi knows the family teacher?"

"I'm not a Xuan Master, didn't Yan Xiu mention me to you?" Hei Kun couldn't help but flash a trace of disappointment in his heart when he saw the young man's blank face, but he was quickly relieved when he remembered the mission they were carrying, and then asked, "Is the fat man okay?"

Fatso?

Youfang's face was full of doubts. In his mind's eye, it was hard to imagine that the thin master had any connection with obesity, but he soon realized that the mysterious man might be talking about the young master.

Thinking about this, he felt extremely disappointed.

"Sorry, fatty... It's called used to it, but he's used to... It's fat indeed. Hei Kun saw the young man's puzzled expression and realized that the title of fat man had not been shouted for decades, and now it may have been a matter of fact, and he paused again and again for no reason when he spoke. After a long while, he noticed that beads of sweat were oozing from the young man's forehead due to nervousness, so he continued: "I'm Hei Kun, the grave keeper here, what's your name?"

After a short few words, Youfang understood that he had some close relationship with his master, and when he spoke, he also took a sense of proportion, and replied: "Lord Heikun, the student's name is Yan Youfang. ”

The moment Hei Kun heard Youfang's name, he seemed to be stunned, his face was exaggeratedly elongated, and he said to himself: "The fat man still chased after that Nizi after all?"

"Master Yan is like a father, but he is not the biological father of a student. Youfang knew that Hei Kun had misunderstood the teacher, so he hurriedly explained. In order to avoid more misunderstandings, he said again: "Master Yan personally brought up the students and named them, so far there are five out of ten, but the teacher did not say goodbye three years ago, leaving only an iron box and a craftsman's book." ”

As soon as he mentioned the craftsman's book, he remembered how he came here, and then said: "Earlier, the students were making cold iron arrowheads at home, but they didn't expect an accident, and then the craftsman brought the students here. ”

Youfang had already made up his mind not to mention his previous recklessness, but he still couldn't help but look at Hei Kun's "human center", and a trace of surprise couldn't help but flash in his mind: "No?"

After a moment of distraction, Hei Kun suddenly said in a loud voice: "Are you willing to become the sect master of the Mo clan?"

The words that suddenly sounded, as if there was a kind of magic, made Youfang stunned in place.

The word "willing" was about to blurt out subconsciously, but a bright light suddenly flashed in his heart, which brought Youfang back to his senses. At this time, he suddenly found that Hei Kun was holding the iron box left by his master in his hand.

"What is he going to do?" said a question that flashed through Youfang's mind.

"The power of the bloodline is really powerful!" Hei Kun sighed in his heart.

The two tacitly didn't speak, just looked at each other.

Hei Kun took the lead in breaking the embarrassment, snapped his fingers and said, "That's right, the Mo clan is the Mo clan you think in your heart." This is the cemetery of the Mo clan, only the sect master can come, but because you broke the rules earlier, now you have two ways to go, one is that you stay here forever, and the other is that you can choose to be the sect master of this generation. ”

As a craftsman, Youfang naturally knew what the Mo clan meant, but such statements seemed unfounded to him, and he noticed that Hei Kun was pinching the thumb of the iron box and rubbing it constantly when he spoke, which was a sign of liar's weakness.

The three words "unwilling" are about to blurt out, but ......

A sky of brushes suddenly appeared above the cemetery, swaying their charming figures. The unbridled colors on the pen body seem to tell about their extraordinary.

From the moment he saw the craftsman's brush, Youfang fell into it deeply, and suddenly had a question in his mind: If you can get them, how many crystals are there!

Seeing Youfang sinking into the "Sea of Pens", Hei Kun's magic voice sounded again at the right time: "The sect master can have everything here." ”

Reason dies to get rich!

Youfang blurted out: "I do!"

Hei Kun took Youfang's hand and quickly slapped the iron box to the back of his hand......

The pain in his heart made Youfang withdraw from the sea of Pinjing, and a large amount of information suddenly flashed in his mind.

Youfang's eyes were scattered and he stood still......