The thick lead cloud covered the sky like a demon beast with teeth and claws, but in a few tens of breaths, raindrops the size of beans fell from the sky.

The rain, which was falling heavier and heavier, had become a torrential trend, falling like a curtain, and the objects not far away could no longer be seen clearly.

It is a low-lying valley surrounded by four large mountains.

There were about a dozen people worshipping the totem temple, mostly middle-aged men and some young children, and at the foreground was a slightly old and energetic old man, holding a black wooden stick.

They all have their upper bodies, their muscles bulging like a hill, full of explosive power, and the big cyan muscles are entrenched like dragons, and there is no doubt that they definitely have the ability to catch tigers and tear leopards.

The rain poured down, making a thumping sound against metal, and the rain washed away the mud from their bodies, and their bronzed skin was the color of rock.

A pattern similar to a totem beast occupies everyone's back, it is a three-legged bird, the body seems to be surrounded by a soaring divine flame, looking up to the sky and singing, looking like the legendary three-legged black.

These people seemed to have long been accustomed to the weather here, and without a trace of panic, they continued to walk towards the totem temple. The steps were steady, and the atmosphere was serious, except for the sound of rain, and there was no other noise, as if it had merged into one person.

Bang!

Lei Gong was furious, and the blue lightning pierced the sky, reflecting the rough and wild faces of these people, slightly pale.

As they reached the river, there was a sudden roar in the sky, rumbling and deafening, and a bolt of lightning fell into the river. Like an earthquake, waves several feet high sputtered in all directions, and the river seemed to be cut off from it, revealing black earth, and the electric arc was raging, and the dense gravel instantly turned into powder.

The footsteps of these people stopped, and their eyes were puzzled except for horror. The old man fell into a brief contemplation, and in his memory, it seemed that such a strange thing had never happened.

'Does this portend something?' a haze hung over the old man's heart.

The water flowed more when the knife was drawn, the thunder disappeared, and the river rushed forward with a more ferocious attitude. And in the sky directly above the river, the void seemed to be torn open a gap from the inside by a pair of hands without any breath, and a figure fell into the water in a free-fall motion, poof, splashing a small wave, and the red liquid like blood spread on the surface of the lake.

"Patriarch Grandpa, look, there's blood!" shouted a tiger-looking teenager at the back of the line.

Suddenly, everyone stared over, the old man's pupils contracted slightly, and the strange red had spread to the sand on the shore, although it was diluted a lot by the river water, and the smell of blood dissipated a lot, but their intuition of dealing with natural disasters and beasts for many years undoubtedly determined that it was blood.

"Why is there blood all of a sudden?"

"Ah!" another stout boy exclaimed, pointing to the center of the river, and shouted, "Look, there's something there!"

Under the cover of the rain, the vision is not very clear, and only a slender object can be seen floating quietly on the water, drifting with the waves, but it is the source of these blood stains.

Now the old man was also a little uncertain, and walked a few steps to the shore, watching and thinking.

The tiger-headed young man scratched his messy hair and said to himself, "What is this black thing, it can't be a treasure?"

Syllable!

A slap on the back of his head woke him up directly from the obscenity. A giant man as strong as a black tower next to him scolded with a smile: "Tiger baby, you stinky boy, what do you want to do." See, it's a person. ”

"Patriarch, what should I do?" the others all looked at the old man, waiting for him to make an idea.

The old man pondered for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Manling, save this person." ”

"But this person is full of evil spirits, and his origin is unknown, the patriarch" The middle-aged man named Manling looked reluctant, and among these people, only his upper body was wrapped with iron chains as thick as a baby's arm, and two giant hammers the size of winter melons were hung around his waist, and he walked and jingled.

The old man said categorically: "Let's save him." ”

"Yes!" Manling reluctantly walked towards the river, he was about a foot tall, and the river on the bank only submerged to his waist, like a small mountain, and it was difficult to shake him even if the water was turbulent.

Manling let out a low sigh, and the chains struck a wave of water on the surface of the lake, wrapped directly around the waist of the figure, and his arm trembled slightly, pulling it back as if it were weightless, carrying it on his shoulder, and striding towards the shore.

The old man looked at the totem temple in the distance and said to himself: "Since we have encountered it, we can't see death without saving, maybe this is also some kind of foreshadowing given to us by the totem god." ”

Before the "heavy demonic qi" approached, everyone sensitively sensed an unusual aura, and their skin was as uncomfortable as a needle prick, and they all frowned.

Poof

Manling casually threw the figure on his shoulder to the ground, and everyone saw clearly that it was just a young man, and his delicate face still had a childish color, which made people feel good at first sight. What is shocking is that he is young, but he has white hair like snow, full of vicissitudes.

He was unconscious, looking extremely embarrassed, his robe hung like strips of cloth, and no more than two fingers from his chest, a thumb-like hole of blood pierced through, and blood flowed from the wound.

The body was also boneless, the limbs were soft like noodles, the chest collapsed in a large piece, and a sharp broken bone pierced the skin, emitting a white light.

Even though the injury was so serious, he was not dead, and he could still feel his faint breathing and the beating of his heart, and from time to time there were wisps of red light flowing on the surface of his body that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Although he was in a coma, his face showed a look of struggle, his brow was shrouded in ageless sadness, and he was still muttering something, and his voice was very weak and inaudible.

The old man's calloused palm caressed his Heavenly Spirit Cover, and after half a sound, he stood up, sighed and shook his head. "The injury is very serious, I'm afraid I won't survive tonight. ”

"This kid is also tough, and he hasn't lost his breath until now. Manling's loud voice made the people around him rub their ears, and they all backed away, keeping a certain distance from him.

The tiger baby probed his head and squeezed to him, feeling extremely curious about the strange boy in front of him, and when his fingers did not easily touch the boy's arm, there was a knocking sound.

Immediately, everyone's eyes converged, and Manling also tried it, but it was still like the sound of metal clashing.

"The strong ** can almost compare to the alchemy of my clan. Manling's eyes lit up, and he was a little unwilling, and the big fist of the bowl 'smashed' on other parts of the young man's body, and suddenly a dull voice resounded in everyone's ears.

Bang!

The red light flashed, and the rain on the surface of the young man's body ejected a foot high, and Manling only felt a huge force crashing into it, and his strong body was hit back a few steps, leaving several messy deep footprints.

This scene shocked everyone, and they showed a look of disbelief.

"This kid is a bit evil" Manling shook his somewhat numb bone joints, and his tiger-like eyes were wide open.

"Pain!" shouted the unconscious teenager, his slowly opening eyes still showing traces of blood and tears.

"Hey, this kid isn't dead, he's alive again" Manling was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but smirk, making him look a little honest.

"I'm not dead now, I'm afraid I'll really die if I am punched twice by you. The boy laughed. As soon as he said a word, he felt the pain hit me like a tidal wave, and his face twitched.

"Isn't it in good spirits? Manling smirked and scratched his hair.

The old man asked softly, "Child, why are you here?"

A trace of confusion flashed in the young man's eyes, and he shook his head as he looked at everything unfamiliar around him. Now he only has his head to move, and the rest of the parts seem to be gone. There is not the slightest feeling.

"Your Wounds"

Before he finished speaking, the young man closed his eyes in pain, thinking that he remembered something heartbroken, and a drop of blood and tears quietly slipped down. This scene made the people around also feel an inexplicable sadness.

"Child, it's all over," the old man sighed slightly, and stroked the young man's head with his palm. He could see that the boy's expression was definitely not pretending, this was definitely a person with a story.

The young man was seriously injured, and the scars on his chest were shocking, but he was still in spirit, and it seemed that there was a force in his body, exuding a faint vitality. At least his life was saved.

The old man looked at the heavy rain, although he had thousands of doubts in his heart, but he also knew that this was not the time to get to the bottom of it. Save people to the end, send the Buddha to the west, since you have been saved, let's do good things to the end.

These people paid respectful worship to the totem temple, and then, at the signal of the old man, Manling carried the young man on his shoulders and returned the same way.

"Uncle, what kind of place is this?" The pupils covered by white hair were faintly filled with black mist, and the flesh and skin of the pierced wound had been connected at this moment, and a blood-colored vein like a monument outlined his limbs. Wisps of blood flowed slowly, changing something unconsciously.

"This is Rain Valley, what's your name, boy?"

The hard-boned boy of the Barbarian Mountains gasped and showed a painful expression. The voice said weakly: "Lin Fan!"