The group of people in front of Ning Xiu was obviously not the people who had left the broken temple before, because their faces were also full of vigilance against the fire that had just been extinguished on the ground.

The moment the middle-aged man in the lead noticed the strangeness in the temple, he pulled out the long sword in his hand, he waved his hand, and everyone behind him understood the meaning of the gesture, nodded, and separated to the two sides with great discipline, and slowly walked towards the statue of the mountain god.

If there is still a place in the ruined temple where people can be hidden, then it is only there.

The group of people looked tense to the extreme, and when they drew their swords and were about to strike, they found that there was no one behind the statue of the mountain god.

The leader didn't dare to be careless, and after a careful search, he breathed a sigh of relief and signaled to everyone that there was no problem.

The fire was rekindled, and everyone sat down around the fire one after another, and everyone was silent, or closed their eyes to recuperate, or took out their dry food and ate silently.

"Uncle Shi......"

I don't know how long it took, but the youngest woman in the crowd finally couldn't stand this oppressive atmosphere, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door.

Knock knock, knock knock.

The sound wears far in the quiet of the night.

"Who?" the middle-aged man in the lead asked in a loud voice, clenching the sword in his hand.

He hadn't relaxed since just now, but he hadn't noticed anyone approaching, and it was not easy to hide his footsteps in such a quiet night.

One man and one woman, one old and one young.

Female, sixteen or seventeen years old, with a delicate face, dressed in white, looks weak and weak, and is pitiful, but she has the cultivation in the late stage of Qi training. The man is a white-haired old man, the old man is dressed in a scholar's robe, covered in bookish air, and his breath is deep, he is actually a real person who has entered the Tao.

Ning Xiu hid in the shadows, silently "answering" their questions in his heart.

"Late-night sleepers. A female voice sounded outside the door, crisp and pleasant.

"Borderlands, two please. ”

The two outside the house did not deliberately hide their aura, so the middle-aged man found that it was the two of them.

The gate of the broken temple was slowly opened, and the two walked in, exactly the same as Ning Xiu's description.

After the two entered the ruined temple, they walked to the side corner and sat directly on the ground with indifferent expressions.

On the other hand, after the middle-aged man saw the appearance of the person who came, his face changed greatly.

"You know us?"

The old man seemed to feel something, looked up at the middle-aged man, looked down, and finally stopped at the long sword in his hand, first puzzled, and then suddenly realized: "It turned out to be a person from the Seven Star Sword Gate, since you can recognize the old man, it should be Mo Jiansheng's disciple, I don't know which one of the Big Dipper is it." ”

"Junior Zhao Kaiyang, I don't know if Mr. Su is also here for the mausoleum this time. Zhao Kaiyang said in a deep voice.

"Kaiyang. ”

Mr. Su bowed slightly, and said, "I heard your master mention that among the seven stars, except for Tianji, he is the most optimistic about you, but now it seems that he is afraid that he will lose his eyes." ”

"Even your master Mo Jiansheng didn't come out of it alive, so don't go to death again, no matter what, you will have a relationship with him, and you don't want to see the Seven Star Sword Gate created by him fall. ”

Mr. Su glanced at Zhao Kaiyang and slowly closed his eyes.

"If this is the case, why did the predecessors ......?"

"Another one came out of it. After Mr. Su said this, he said no more.

Zhao Kaiyang still had a lot of doubts in his heart and wanted to ask, but when he saw Mr. Su's appearance, he had to swallow it back raw, and he glanced at the woman next to Mr. Su again, and always felt that the other party was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Ning Xiu carefully hid in the shadows, he really didn't expect that he would meet a cultivator of the Dao level when he first came to this world. From their conversation just now, it can be seen that the destination of these two groups is the same place, and the key word is the mausoleum.

Judging from the news revealed by Wanbao Pavilion, Emperor Ziwei is very likely to be buried in this world.

Combined with these news, Ning Xiu decided to follow them, so that he would not run around like a headless fly, after all, no one knew how big this world was.

It's just that Mr. Su is here, Ning Xiu must be very careful along the way, and it is not so easy to hide it for a strong person to enter the Dao.

But fortunately, neither Mr. Su nor Zhao Kaiyang had any intention of leaving together, and the two groups of people intentionally or unintentionally staggered the departure time.

After Zhao Kaiyang and the others left for a while, Ning Xiu got up and followed them quietly.

The group went all the way to the north, and along the way, Ning Xiu learned from their conversation that they were going to a small town called Anyang, and the mausoleum in their mouth was not far from the town of Anyang.

"Uncle Shi, what did Mr. Su mean last night when he said that someone ran out of it again?"

A female disciple in the Seven Star Sword Sect asked, "Haven't the master and my master been missing for decades, and it has something to do with the place we went on this trip, are they okay?"

"Master and Senior Brother Jiren ......"

Zhao Kaiyang was halfway through his words, his voice suddenly stopped, his eyes stared straight at the road ahead, and he would never turn again.

At this time, they were almost in Anyang, and they could already see the outline of the town when they raised their eyes, and at this moment, a long snake-like procession suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

Ning Xiu, who was hidden in the dark, narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw dozens of men in coarse cloth shirts, carrying more than ten coffins, walking out of the city.

Although these men were covered in dust and dressed in rags, the coffins they carried were all brand new, not even painted, and they looked like they had been rushed out of a hurry.

Generally speaking, this will never happen with the stock of coffins in coffin shops in each town, unless there are so many new mourners in Anyang City that there is no time to make them.

"That's a lot of coffins. A female disciple exclaimed.

"Yes, I've never seen so many coffins mourning at the same time, could it be that there is a plague here?"

"You've seen that the plague doesn't need to be burned by fire, but instead uses coffins, do the rest of the town want to live?"

"There are so many coffins, I'm afraid there won't be a few people left in the town. The man muttered quietly.

......

When those men got closer, everyone in the Seven Star Sword Gate finally saw the vision in front of them, and they couldn't help but talk about it, because the scene in front of them was too shocking.

"Uncle Shi, what the hell is going on?"

Zhao Kaiyang didn't seem to hear the question from the disciple next to him, and kept muttering in a low voice what Mr. Su said to him in the broken temple last night.

"Someone is running out of it again......"

Ning Xiu, who was in the dark, glanced at Zhao Kaiyang, thoughtfully, and turned around and walked towards Anyang City.