If Zhu Yan boasted to people that he knew everything about the grass and trees in Chishan, at least within the scope of Chishan, few people would question this sentence. However...... The Forest of Murder, the grave of the trespassers, the land of death and terror...... There are many ominous names for the Whispering Forest, and even for Zhu Yan, it is an incomprehensible existence. He had insight into the secrets of the master's chamber in Redstone City, but he couldn't figure out the secrets of the Whispering Forest.

Even walking through it nowadays. Everything was as grotesque as a midnight mystery. He entered the legendary forest, alive, and marched through it, seeing and hearing like never before.

Under Kuku's leadership, he followed Xun Zhou and became the second group of people to leave the Whispering Forest that day. For the first time in the history of the Whispering Forest, two groups of permit holders appeared on the same day. Kuku rarely spoke, but at least he told them about it.

Kuku is a cuckoo bird, but grows about the size of a vulture. The first time he heard Kuku speak human words, Zhu Yan had to admit that he was taken aback. The Whispering Forest was full of things he couldn't understand, the snow season was lost here, huge ancient trees could talk, some leaves and flowers were the size of houses, there were few plants he knew here, and most of what he saw was fresh and unfamiliar. But there were also some familiar animals, like the strange bird in front of me, and the squirrels that haunted the branches, the monkeys that hung from the trunks of the trees and watched them vigilantly, the birds that looked normal that sang from time to time, and the fireflies, which were supposed to be fireflies and other insects, which were also much larger than normal, and they were like lanterns floating in mid-air, and together with some strange glowing plants, they gave light to the forest.

In fact, this forest does not need any light, and those lights are not specially prepared for anyone, they just live in this forest, and they just want to shine.

As a guide, Kuku was lukewarm, listened to Zhu Yan's questions, and didn't have anything to say to them along the way. Zhu Yan realized that this monster didn't like them, and it looked like "neither the forest nor I welcome you", and everything was for the sake of the apostle's testimony, so he stopped being bored with himself. Luckily, however, the bird had the basic work ethic of the "Friends of the Forest" and showed them the approximate location of their destination.

The National Teacher also rarely spoke, and he and Kuku barely talked directly. Zhu Yan observed the old man who was over seventy years old all the way, wanting to find something out of him. This is an unpredictable character, who does not reveal his true thoughts in his face or movements, like a book written in an ancient language, which is placed in front of him but cannot understand anything. But Zhu Yan did not forget that the old man Huang called him an "apostate".

Even if Zhu Yan took the initiative to get close, the response he got was a kind word that was not painful. Nominally, the national teacher is looking for a guide, but there is another guide in the whispering forest, and Zhu Yan can't do anything, he can't help but feel a little uneasy, what is the reason why he came here. What does the national teacher want from his company?

The question haunted his mind and left him with a lot of preoccupation. When they came out of the forest, they found that the outside world had entered the night, and the sky Mars hung alone on the canopy, and a cold moon guided them forward. The unique silence of the forest was replaced by the real sound of wind and snow, and the sudden drop in temperature made Zhu Yan feel much more comfortable, and the enclosed space was too oppressive.

Xun Zhou's body can surprise Zhu Yan. The leader of the Iron Fist Temple didn't look like a seventy-year-old man at all, his body was full of vitality, and he barely rested the whole time, and kept moving forward. Speaking also consumes energy, which may be the reason why he keeps quiet. When walking on the steep mountain wall, one foot deep and one foot shallow, long leather boots pedaling in the snow, the national teacher always walked like flying, which made Zhu Yan ashamed.

When the steep Dragon Horn Peak appeared in front of him, he remembered the battle between heaven and earth in ancient legends. The goshawk interrupts the dragon's horns, but it is the dragon that wins the duel. Maybe it's really part of the Spirit Dragon, like a wall of undulating dragon scales. These are sacrifices made by God. Even God's victory comes at a price, and he seems to have gone so well over the years that he can't help but wonder if he has an old debt.

The cypress forest was tall and dense, but the moonlight still penetrated the branches and leaves, casting fragmented shadows on the snow. I walked in the shadows, in an unknown direction. It may be a debt-paying trip.

As he walked through the forest, Xun Zhou slowed down, he was deliberately conditioning his breath, even though he was so powerful, powerful that he was ...... Zhu Yan couldn't understand it at all, but after all, he was still an old man. When he saw the hazy outline of the village in front of him, Xun Zhou appeared cautious and walked more slowly.

The low windshield walls, the sloping roofs covered with snow, and the rows of criminate pillars as sharp as fangs seem to be an ordinary northern village, but they give Zhu Yan a very unreal feeling. Behind this forest there is a village that leads to the desolate wilderness, why is there a village in this turbulent frontier that has never been heard of?

And the National Teacher seemed to have a considerable preparation and understanding of everything they were going to encounter, and he seemed to have known early on that there was a friend of the forest to guide him through the Whispering Forest, and that there would be such a village after leaving the forest. This feeling made him feel more and more uneasy.

But this is the path he chooses for himself, even if it is a trip to repay debts, that is what he should repay. It's already here, it's impossible to turn back, you can only go on, all the way to the end.

They entered the village and walked down the avenue, the moonlight draped over them like a cloak, pulling a long slanting shadow on the green snow. Xun Zhou didn't speak, just walked forward, the staff in his hand sliced regularly across the snow, clicked, and took a step. The strange architectural style of this village made Zhu Yan feel very surprised, he thought that this was the domain of boxers, but the more he went inside, the more bizarre it became, but all this did not seem to have any impact on Xun Zhou, and Zhu Yan had to suppress his surprise and questions in his stomach.

Except for the slight sound of the wind, there was silence all around, and the road twisted and wented, passing through the strange-looking houses, and Zhu Yan couldn't help but wonder what the name of the village was and what kind of inhabitants it had. This is supposed to be an outpost in the Desolate Fields, and the silence here is fraught with danger.

When they saw the house with a tombstone on its roof, Xun Zhou stopped. The light leaking from the crack in the door, what could be inside?

"National teacher, is this place?" When he got close enough, he saw the words "round trip" on the tombstone.

"An evil quirky house. The national teacher stuck his staff in the snow, and the color on the flannel was already covered by snowflakes, "There are evil creatures in it." ”

Zhu Yan could sense an indescribable depression coming out of the crack in the door, no matter who it was, they would control the aura, they were boxers and had learned boxing? The feeling of depression grew stronger and stronger, and the air around him seemed to condense, making it difficult for him to breathe.

The brown wooden door suddenly opened, emitting a bright white light that irritated him not to look away. After a moment, he adjusted to the light, and saw four figures come out of it. As the men approached them, it became clear that the faces of the four were generally grim and gloomy, and there was no sign of "welcome" at all.

Walking in the front was a bald monk much older than Xun Zhou, with a face full of skin folds that made it impossible to see the original appearance, and a pair of gray eyes that were as bright as two gems. Behind her was an old woman of the same age, with small eyes and a pointed nose, thin, flattened lips that were sunken inward, and her cheekbones were surprisingly high and very ugly, and her body in a brown wool cloak was shrunk into a shape, and it seemed that it was difficult to stand firmly.

A man with a thick black linen cloth around his forehead looked at them with peculiar eyes—his eyes were so large that they bulged outward, and their eyes were purple. His mouth is equally peculiar, particularly wide, with the corners of his mouth extending under his sideburns. The mouth made him look like a monster. He wore a peculiar garment made of multicolored fabrics, with sleeves long and short, loose and tight, and the fabric on his chest was piled up into rows of pleats, each of which was of a different color, dazzling to look at, and the hems on both sides were so long that they almost dragged to the ground.

The fourth was a young and beautiful woman, with short fiery red curly hair, pale skin, not much to wear in such a cold weather, a shiny black leather jacket and leather pants outlining her plump and moving figure, she seemed to be the kind of woman who could make most men crazy, with leather rings and buttonholes all over her body, and something seemed to be swinging around behind her. Zhu Yan looked at it carefully, and it seemed to be a tail.

The four men came up to them and stood still, and the wrinkled old monk asked in the same old voice, "Where are you going?"

Xun Zhou's staff was a little, took a step forward, and replied calmly: "I passed by here and was about to continue on my way. ”

The old woman's shrill voice said, "If you are in a hurry, you must get out of here, go back, where you came from, where you go back!"

"I'm not going back, there's still a road ahead, and that's the one I'm going to take. Xun Zhou stretched out his index finger and pointed ahead, "I walked a long distance just to get there, I don't like to be blocked." I don't like it very much. ”

His tone was gentle, like gossiping with his friends.

The big-mouthed man with black linen wrapped around his forehead glared at a pair of purple eyes and grinned, "This sounds like a threat." ”

"Not a threat, it's advice. Xun Zhou stroked his silver beard and smiled weirdly.

"Interesting, but this is not a whispering forest, and if I don't like a badgeholder, there's no agreement to stop me from punishing me. "The young beautiful woman twisted her hips and walked up and down behind the old monk in a sexy and sultry posture, her tail swinging hard. But she didn't attack, and seemed to be waiting for the old monk to give orders.