Ji Ge took a deep look at the cave, got up and stood up, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood under his nose, his pale face was scratched out of his palm fingers, he was not in a hurry, he wiped his face meticulously.

Tilting his head slightly and holding his breath for a while, the feeling of sweet liquid in his nose about to overflow stopped.

The black qi in Ji Ge's body, which was almost dried up, had finally resurfaced after he had just cultivated here, and there was a wisp of recovery momentum, and the black qi was much thicker than when he first woke up.

He looked inside his body through the flow of black qi, and the wounds that were so serious that they could be felt on the outside were no longer worsening, and they were slowly developing in a better place under the strange nourishment of the black qi, but it might take a while to do so.

On the surface, Ji Ge's eyes have re-lit up a little bit of revealing essence, but because of the excessive blood loss before, his lips are a little pale, and other than that, he seems to be safe and sound, not at all like the weak appearance that a person who has just recovered from a major injury should have.

He secretly calculated the time, no matter what the meaning of the horn was after the short sound, what was happening in the outside world, and estimated that it should be time for him to go out.

Ji Ge leaned over and picked up the relic left by his father, thought carefully for a while, and hid the rusty dagger in his arms until he made sure that it was properly attached to his skin so that he could feel it at all times. For him, this humble object of gold and iron was always a last-minute save, and he had relied on it to claim his life from fate several times.

And the other relic that sneaked into the lair of the horse bandits at the bottom of the mountain on that dangerous night, and it took a bloody battle of life and death to get back from the hands of the Black Hawk, the old dark gold pipe, which he decided to leave in the cave after a long time.

He never expected what would happen to him in the next moment, and the pipe that the old man who had always combed his silver-gray hair very refreshedly should have been just some kind of symbol of family honor, unlike a dagger that was very fragile in such a ghost place, and it was useless to keep it in his own hands.

It's just that there is something hanging on the pipe that makes Ji Ge silent again, it is the wrench that Char gave him, brown as earth, with a hidden pupil technique, in exchange for a verbal promise that Char wants Ji Ge to live and die in this castle that is obscured by the fog in front of them, and may never have to be fulfilled.

This wrench is more like a container that has never been seen before this, with a thaumaturgy named after Hitomi, and other than that, it has no other use, and after Ji Ge's mind enters to obtain the method of cultivating this technique, it becomes dispensable.

In addition, it may be contaminated with the unfamous qi machine that is conducive to the cultivation of the pupil technique for a long time, the veins are blurred, but the shape is like a vertical pupil, and it may be more beneficial to practice this thaumaturgy by observing it from time to time, but Ji Ge does not want to owe Char a favor, greedy for ink, which is something that originally belongs to others.

His promise is only for the pupil itself, and there is nothing else, what he thinks in his heart may be more to get rid of the simple and complicated, naked transaction friendship between them, and get rid of the annoying relationship as soon as possible.

Previously, Ji Ge had thought about giving him the wrench when he saw Char leading him to the wasteland, but at that time, he looked downcast, and the appearance of losing his soul seemed to be a different person, and he was surprised and confused in his heart, and then after jumping into the tree hole, all kinds of weirdness that followed, which made people unable to react, were full of his thoughts, and he didn't have the heart to think about it again.

Ji Ge pursed his lips, silently put the wrench on his body, turned to cover the pipe with the vine he was lying on before, and hid it under the position near his head, a small bulge in the dim corner that was not noticeable.

After doing this, Ji Ge took a deep breath and walked out, the narrow cave wall became more and more spacious the more he got from the outside, just a dozen steps away, and when he came out of the darkness and looked up, he suddenly opened up.

From this low but not at the foot of the mountain, there were already a large number of young men who were also dressed in black from the cave where they had been sheltered, and towards a place on the edge of the basin, looking down with a crowd of people.

In the contrast of the huge basin, they are as small as ants, like a nest to feed, but so many people rub shoulders one after another, pouring out from all directions into a large group of shaking black shadows, but there is also a sense of stagnation of dark clouds.

It's been a long time since I think about it, and there is such a popularity in the basin, or rather, in the belly of this mountain.

But of course, it won't be impossible to pretend, and from Ji Ge's line of sight, they are only crowded at the inconspicuous border, not even as large as a big scar-like ravine.

Ji Ge thought that his thoughts were indeed right, this horn was to summon them correctly, his expression was calm, the strength in his body was slowly recovering, so that he no longer had panic, and as soon as he stepped on his feet, he jumped straight down from the height of three or four people.

Compared to gritting their teeth with the last bit of strength to try, even if they succeed and are about to faint, it can be said that it is easy, and it is indeed not a difficult thing for them who are full of black qi to take it to heart.

Ji Ge jumped down, cushioned forward a few steps with more than a few steps under his feet, and then paused, felt the qi and blood in his body rolling, and walked towards the gathering place.

Along the way, Ji Ge kept hearing the sound of his body kicking to the ground in the back of his head, but he didn't look back, there were people behind him who had not yet come out and jumped down from a higher or lower place than his hole, and one by one the swift figures flew out of the road, and their posture was as strong as an eagle.

After landing on the ground, there was no confusion in their eyes, and they also walked towards the gathering place of the crowd like Ji Ge.

Ji Ge walked into the crowd, and he became a part of the dark cloud in his eyes.

Not surprisingly, all of them changed into brand new black clothes, and their looks seemed to have changed in Ji Ge's observation.

There was no obvious expression on the indifferent face, and he kept his emotions in a spicy manner, and completely hid the newborn heart, without shedding a single wisp. Watching coldly, his expression exuded the smell of a wolf's tiger's gaze, which reminded Ji Ge of the young horse bandits who were always spilling skull blood and indulging in killing in the wildfire wasteland.

They all seemed to have gradually acquired a trace of the smell of the black-clothed people in the castle, which felt familiar and unfamiliar, strong but immature. In other words, that bearing turned out to be under the garment itself.

Ji Ge didn't think about whether he had the same feeling in the eyes of others, he just frowned and looked at the young men in black, he was looking for someone. Without him, Ji Ge's eyes were looking for Tsar's figure from the crowd.

But to no avail for a long time, Ji Ge gave up after one last glance around, confirming that Zar was not among them, and I don't know why he didn't come.

Is there any other gathering place, Ji Ge's eyebrows furrowed a little, and then let go, and he couldn't help but have doubts in his heart. There was no disappointment, but the longer it dragged on, the more his heart felt like a fish poking in his throat, and the more bored he felt.

Maybe even if Ji Ge doesn't say it, the two-year seclusion seems to be no different from before, but he doesn't admit it in his heart, and he understands the change in him. It has more or less affected his character, he is moody, he hides his heart, he becomes withdrawn and unprovoked, and he looks strange and out of place in this castle full of strange people.

He was willing to confide, and he was willing to listen, there were flowers and corpses that accompanied him in a room all year round in the cramped flower room. But they died again. At the end of the night, the flowers are falling.

No one knew what he was thinking in the middle of the night, and no one noticed that Ji Ge's temperament was quietly changing and becoming more and more strange in the days and nights that he didn't even know himself, and no one could see anything from the deep black eyes that seemed to have shortened his life and experienced something prematurely. In addition to cultivation, he gradually began to become impatient with everything else.

In the center of the crowd, the leading man in black stood on a huge ravine with a bulging crust, and several men in black stood behind him with their heads bowed.

His face was dark copper, his thick eyebrows and big eyes flashed with a terrifying light, his hands behind his back, and his gaze coldly swept over the heads of these new young men in black, and the addition of black clothes did not seem to change his indifference in the slightest.

In his view, being ignored like a mustard is also part of the habit that must be experienced and habitual, whether it is for him or for those before and behind him, they may have experienced similar mental suffering.

So it's not a story that's remarkable or pitiful enough to go around crying about people's tears, it's just a story of the past that has passed away. This is just an ordinary trivial matter, and it is not worth mentioning that you have to endure it all the time when you live under the skeleton.

But only by becoming tougher can you be qualified to ignore others.

This is the unconcealed contempt of the world, not only in this skull castle, if you are useless, who will add you to the blue eyes?

So, he doesn't take them to heart, but he doesn't allow them to be left untaken to heart.

The look of the leader in black flickered with cold coldness, his eyebrows were upside down, looking at the rock wall where there was still a steady stream of figures jumping out, and he had a trace of anger at the speed at which the new man in black came too slowly and irrepressibly.

The more people there are, the more likely they are to get confused, but at this time, few people pay attention to and perceive the signs of anger of the leader in black.

At this time, Ji Ge suddenly opened his eyes, turned around and saw a striking white hair walking over.

There are many people on the mountain, and there are even more teenagers like them, but Ji Ge has only seen such a hair color on one person.

It was Tsar, it turned out that he didn't come, but came a little late.