There is white snow on both sides of the black mountain road, and the sky is still white in the distance, and the place where the snow field connects with the sky is blurred, and there is no clear boundary. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The old man in the wolfskin coat walked in silence and walked steadily.

Although Li Molan's body was weak, and her right arm hung limply by her side, she still maintained her pace and followed closely behind the old man.

This mountain range is very large, stretching for hundreds of miles, and even if you walk for three days and three nights at the speed of two people, you may not be able to go out, but it is obvious that the old man's address should be nearby, so he is so calm and relaxed.

Li Molan had some doubts in her heart, especially after this old-timer who was not very strong saved him from the wolf's mouth, she didn't say anything, just let him follow behind him, he didn't say much, and followed quietly.

It's just that why did this old man live in the Endless Snow Field? How did he get in? The rules of the Yubei Tomb have been set by the Three Great Dao Sects, and it can only be a place for young cultivators to sharpen themselves, how did he get in, and how did he survive on the Snow Field?

You must know that not to mention an old man in the early stage of the Three Realms, even if he is a master in the late stage of the Dragon's Eye Realm, he is also very afraid of this snow field, can this old man actually live here alone?

Walking slowly along the mountain path to the center of the mountain, you will come to a snowy field, next to which is the smooth black stone wall of the mountain, and next to the stone wall is a small stone house.

This stone house must be the residence of the old man in the wolf's skin coat, to be able to survive alone in the snowfield, and even build a stone house to live in for a long time, should this be admirable, or is it incredible?

Some old and dry trees stood in the snow next to the stone houses, their branches long withered, and there were no fallen leaves, apparently dead for many years.

Snow is piled up on the branches of old trees, and a slight shake of the treetops in the cold wind will cause snow to fall.

Li Molan looked at the scenery calmly, especially at the animal bones that were randomly discarded in the snow next to the stone house, showing a look of surprise.

Those animal bones were intentionally piled up here, a bit like the domestic garbage in the kitchen, if you want to live in the snowfield, you will naturally have to live a life of wool and blood, can it be said that these animal bones are the leftovers of the old man?

Li Molan looked at those beast bones in a daze, and some not very good feelings emerged in her heart.

The old man walked to the door of the stone house, and suddenly found that Li Molan did not follow, turned his head and said lightly: "Why don't you come in?"

Li Molan said calmly: "The seniors live here, they must be used to being quiet, and the juniors will not bother." ”

The old man laughed.

His smile was a little strange, and he suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

Li Molan replied honestly: "Junior Li Molan." ”

He was always about twenty meters away from the old man in the wolfskin coat at the moment, and as the old man turned around, he also began to keep retreating, keeping the distance all the time.

The old man smiled: "The old man's name is Han Sang." ”

"It turned out to be ...... Han's seniors. ”

Li Molan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, trying to be as indifferent as possible, but the vigilance in his eyes now still revealed his innermost thoughts very well.

Han Sang looked at him with interest and said, "How did you notice it?"

Li Molan forced a smile and said: "I just thought that the performance of my predecessors was a little cold at first, but since I was saved, it was probably just a cold face and kindness, but I couldn't figure it out...... In that pile of animal bones, why are there still human hand bones in it? ”

Han Sang said with a smile: "You just glanced at it, what if you were dazzled, and if it was the hand bones of the snow monster, maybe it wouldn't be enough." ”

Snow monsters are similar to humans, and it seems reasonable to say that there are hand bones of such a human.

Li Molan calmed down a little and said softly: "Between life and death...... Where is the so much what if?"

Of course he hadn't heard of Han Sang's name, but he suddenly asked again: "How did the seniors come into this Yubei Tomb, there is Ye Luo Zhiqiu who is stopping outside, and I want to come with your strength...... It's just that you can't get in. ”

Han Sang sat leisurely on a stone bench at the door of the stone house, not at all worried that Li Molan would turn around and run away.

He smiled and said, "The old man's strength is not strong, but if you want to talk about it...... The old man came in a hundred years ago, and at that time the old man was still a young man as energetic as you, thinking that he would win the road of immortality in the future, where would he become the same as now, and he would not die. ”

Li Molan was stunned, thinking to herself that this old man was actually a Beihai cultivator a hundred years ago? Could it be that he had lived in the tomb of Yubei for a hundred years?

Han Sang said leisurely: "Yes, the old man was just a very ordinary disciple of a small sect back then, and his talent was not outstanding, he could only stand out from everyone, otherwise he would not have cultivated here for a hundred years, and it was only three realms, you must know that for those famous geniuses in Beihai, the three realms are just seven or eight years of hard work, but the old man has been cultivating for more than a hundred years!"

Li Molan secretly thought that a hundred years was only at the beginning of the three realms, and this talent was indeed extremely mediocre.

So Li Molan asked: "So senior, have you been living here for more than 100 years?"

Han Sang seemed to remember the past, and there was not a trace of anger in his eyes, all of which were sighs reminiscing about his years: "A hundred years ago, the old man inadvertently broke into the endless snow field, and since then he has never taken a step, from the beginning of the days of drinking blood like a wild man, to the current habit, he has experienced a lot of things. Now that I think about it, I can't remember those vivid memories of a hundred years ago clearly, and I don't know how many of my peers are left now. The path of cultivation has been difficult and dangerous, and probably only a few of the most outstanding people are still alive and well. ”

Li Molan looked at the old man's eyes full of memories at the moment, but he was a little less cold, and asked, "Then the seniors want the juniors...... What are you going to do? You can't just be caught for rations, right?"

Li Molan snorted and asked tentatively, while quickly looking at the surrounding scenery, as if she was formulating the best escape plan.

The corners of Han Sang's mouth raised slightly, his beard trembled in the breeze, and said: "The old man has survived on the snow field for more than a hundred years, of course, he will not find nothing, about thirty years ago, the old man dug out an ancient book from the depths of the snow that has not been corrupted for thousands of years, and he was wondering if it was some so-called chance in the tomb of Yubei, and he knew it after a closer look...... It's just chance, and it's bad luck. ”

Li Molan showed a curious look.

Han Sang asked, "Junior, have you heard of "Bloodline"?"

Li Molan looked surprised.

Of course, he had heard of the blood related exercises, and he even knew the ins and outs of this exercise.

Five thousand years ago, there was a demon king in the mixed world, whose strength was in the netherworld, and he created a set of magic skills, named Blood Relationship Gong, and established it as a demon path. Anyone who has practiced this set of exercises will become like this demon king, and he needs to feed on human flesh in order to stabilize his cultivation, otherwise he will fall into cultivation and become mortals.

It is not unreasonable that this set of exercises has been turned into magic by later generations, and the characteristic of blood kinship is that you can also cultivate very fast with mediocre talent, but you must eat human flesh to maintain your cultivation.

Later, the demon king was buried in the small world of the immortals in Yubei with his set of exercises, and there was no trace, but it became a strong stroke in the history books.

Han Sang chuckled: "Someone once said that even if it is a magic skill, as long as it is used properly, it can still be used by decency, and it can be used to punish and eliminate evil...... It's a bunch of nonsense, pure bullshit! If it weren't for the evil of its exercises, how could it be called magic skills?"

Li Molan asked calmly, "Senior, do you want to feed on my flesh and blood?"

Han Sang sighed: "This is also a helpless thing, junior, you see that my cultivation is in the early stage of the three realms, in fact, ten years ago, the old man once entered the dragon's eye realm, but the human flesh is really powerless, so the old man's cultivation fell again." And if he falls down again, soon the old man will become an Enlightenment Realm monk, and even the snow wolf will not be able to defeat him at that time, so how can he survive in the snow field?"

Li Molan was silent, and she didn't know how to continue.

Han Sang patted off the few snowflakes that had just fallen on his shoulders, and said with a light smile: "However, you junior is a rare cultivator who has stepped into the snowfield in these years, and it is really a little reluctant to let the old man kill you, it is too lonely." But if you don't eat human flesh, the old man's cultivation will really not be able to sustain it, so I can only say sorry to you. ”

What's the use of saying sorry? Li Molan thought to herself, and suddenly felt a little lonely and desperate.

Because what this old man named Han Sang said was not wrong.

If he doesn't eat human flesh anymore, his cultivation will fall, and then he won't even be able to protect himself, so in order to live, he must eat him.

But doesn't Li Molan want to live? Is he willing to be eaten?

Han Sang has his own reasons, but is this the reason for eating him?

That's the reason, but not the reason.

But no one reasoned with him.

Li Molan remembered that his body was empty now, and he had no strength to resist at all, if it was him ten days ago, it would not be a problem to slash this old thief Han with a sword, but now he has no power to resist.

There seemed to be a little bit of desperation, and a little bit of cold, as cold as those clean snow and ice.

He would rather die in the mouth of a snow wolf than in the belly of a human, because it was too disgusting for him to accept it.

Li Molan bit her lip and did not speak.

Han Sang looked at Li Molan and didn't speak for a long time.

Suddenly, he sighed.

"Your junior is different from many of the juniors I've seen......" he sighed.

Li Molan thought to herself, what does this mean?

He looked at Han Sang calmly, still silent.

Han Sang said: "In the past thirty years, the human cultivators who have eaten by the old man have not ten but seven or eight, and they have really eaten them raw, cut them into pieces and eat them slowly, it's very cruel, isn't it? ”

Li Molan said: "It is useless to say more. ”

It is indeed useless to say more, and the meaning on various levels not only explains his calm just now, but also clearly expresses his meaning.

Han Sang looked at him quietly, he didn't look like an old monster who wanted to devour people, not like a bloodthirsty old wolf, but more like a kind old man who looked at the afterlife comfortably.

Han Sang suddenly felt guilty.

Every time he eats someone, he feels this guilt, which comes very strongly, and will be in his heart for a long time to come. Obviously, it is not the first time to eat people, and he has completely abandoned human nature, but at this moment, he found that his guilt was still so clear.

For decades, the guilt was always strong, even as he reminded himself over and over again that he was no longer worthy of being a human being.

But Han Sang didn't want to die.

Then he would have to let someone else die.

No matter how strong the sense of guilt is, it can't compete with the desire to survive.

......

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(ps: Chapter 14 Burial Red Clothes was not satisfied with what was written at the beginning, but now it has been slightly modified, and if you are interested, you can look back.)