In the valley, there were dozens of corpses, blood sticking to the branches and leaves of the grass and trees, the temperature gradually dropped, turning from bright red to dark, and the radius of ten zhang was filled with this bloody breath.

Among the corpses, a boy with clear eyebrows and a small robe glanced around before turning and walking out of the valley.

The sun is slanting to the west, and the remnant sun is like blood. The sunset on the horizon is continuous, and the clouds are dyed with red light, like splashing ink with thick colors.

There is a deserted temple in Xiaodongshan, no one knows what the name of the temple is, the stone tablet plaque has been broken, and the statue of the god is mottled and dusty. Occasionally, passers-by will not make it to the county seat before dark and will sleep out for the night.

At this time, the bonfire in the small temple was rising, roasting fragrant pheasants, and a middle-aged warrior in a blue power suit kept turning the roasted golden chicken, brushing some spices and oil from time to time, and suddenly the fragrance became more and more abundant, and people couldn't help but want to taste it.

"Gollum!"

In Zhangyuan, a warrior in a strong suit, a scholar wearing a green shirt and a scarf looked at the roast chicken and couldn't help but swallow and spit hard. On the opposite side of the two, there were six or seven people sitting around another bonfire, led by a middle-aged man dressed in silk and satin, slightly fat, and dressed as a wealthy businessman.

In addition to the smiling rich merchant, there was also a young lady, a maid, a housekeeper, and other than that, a groom and two subordinates.

At this time, the other group of people couldn't help but look sideways slightly, but the smell was very tempting.

"Scholar, give!"

Finally, when the roast chicken was cooked, the warrior took a clean lotus leaf and gently tore off a strong chicken leg and handed it to the scholar.

"Thank you, brother, Xiaosheng's surname is Song Mingshan, I don't know what to call brother?"

Song Shan smiled and thanked the warrior, and then took the chicken leg wrapped in lotus leaves, which was still steaming hot.

"A certain Zhang Yanzhan!"

Zhang Yanzhan also tore off a piece of fat leg and ate it with relish, he took the small gourd on his waist, and poured a mouthful into his mouth from time to time, only feeling hearty.

There is wine and meat, and there is nothing more enjoyable than this.

"Brother!"

At this time, the wealthy merchant next door also came to bow with the butler.

"There's not a lot of meat, and there's not much profit. Oh, take it!"

Zhang Yanzhan took out a sharp dagger, and the cold light flashed, and in an instant, he split the remaining roast chicken in two. Obviously, he also knew the intentions of the rich man who came to speak.

"Brother Tai is really a bold person, Uncle Li, come!"

The rich businessman's smiling face was gentle, making people feel like a spring breeze, and he beckoned the housekeeper to pay.

However, Zhang Yanzhan quickly refused, and the rich merchant said a few words of thanks, and then returned to the bonfire opposite. After the sharing of food, the atmosphere of the small temple was not so unfamiliar.

The sky grew dark, and the wind outside the temple rustled the leaves.

"I'm bothering everyone!"

Suddenly, a crisp and immature child's voice entered the temple, causing everyone present to involuntarily turn their heads and look at the gate.

At the sound of small footsteps, a young Taoist boy about ten years old with clear eyebrows came into everyone's eyes. This Taoist boy has bright eyes, fair skin, and blue satin hair on his head.

I saw that Xiao Daotong glanced around the temple and arched his hand towards everyone.

"Little master alone?"

Shen Hai, a wealthy businessman, said with a smile to the little Taoist boy at the door.

"Hmm!"

Xiao Daotong nodded, smiled at everyone, found a remote position, and sat down cross-legged.

Seeing that Xiao Daotong had no intention of answering more, Shen Hai didn't ask anymore, but he gestured to his subordinates to keep them vigilant.

Zhang Yanzhan's gaze settled as Xiao Daotong sat down, and when he turned his head to see Shen Hai's gaze, he couldn't help but smile and nodded, and his posture adjusted slightly.

Only those with rich experience know that on the rivers and lakes, do not underestimate young children, women and the elderly. In addition, the collapse of the world and the rampant ghosts and ghosts, the more abnormal things are treated, the more vigilant we must be.

The little Taoist boy in front of him came in alone at night, which was very unusual.

It's a pity that Song Shan, the showman, didn't notice it, watching the little Taoist boy keep talking, but the little Taoist boy who sat down only responded a few times, and finally Song Shan felt bored, so he shut up stupidly.

This world should have extraordinary power, but it is not too strong.

Gao Qipan sat in the corner of the temple, his eyes slightly condensed. From the old Taoist priest who was killed by himself, to the middle-aged martial artist in this dilapidated temple, they all had more or less an aura similar to the true air rotation.

The martial artist mentioned here is not the Terran martial artist of the Eastern Wilderness, in fact, it is an alternative cultivation method derived from the line of Qi training. Gao Qi searched the soul of a soldier before he died, and he had a general understanding of this world.

There are many traces of spirits and ghosts in this world, and there are also traces of cultivators, and the Taoist who presided over the summoning of the altar is one of them, but it is not strong.

As for a strong-armed martial artist who is resting against the pillar now, the strength of the true qi on his body is probably similar to that of the early to mid-stage of qi training, and the level division of the world before Gao Qi is probably between third-rate and second-rate martial artists.

Thinking about it, Gao Qi couldn't help but slowly close his eyes, contact the River of Heavenly Dao, and strive to raise the cultivation of this body as soon as possible, but this speed is very slow, and he has to find a way to get the recognition of this world as soon as possible, so that the River of Heavenly Dao will come directly.

In the middle of the night, the bonfire in the temple gradually dimmed because no one added firewood, and the area covered in light gradually shrank.

"Whew~"

The mountain wind howled, the grass and trees rattled, and everyone in the temple fell into a deep sleep. The mountain wind beat the dilapidated and rotten wooden windows of the temple, and the gloomy wind blew in along the gates and windows, blowing straw and blowing the already dim bonfire, which was about to be extinguished.

"Something is wrong!"

Zhang Yanzhan's closed eyes suddenly opened, and he turned his head to look outside the temple, his face a little solemn.

"Collapse!"

A crisp sound of breaking strings sounded, Zhang Yanzhan suddenly jumped wildly at the corner of his eyes, the hairs on his body suddenly stood up, and with a bang, he bent over and turned around and stomped on the pillar behind him, and the whole person quickly swept towards the other side.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk!"

There were three soft sounds, and I saw that in Zhang Yanzhan's position of suitability, three trembling feather arrows were inserted on the pillar.

"Where's the rat!"

Zhang Yanzhan was furious, looked in the direction where the feather arrow came from, and actually saw a man with a burly figure, a tall foot, a stubborn cloak, and a bow and arrow, who came like a heavenly soldier and a god general.

The man's face was numb and expressionless, and when he saw Zhang Yanzhan dodging, he immediately pulled his bow and put on the arrow.

"Find a place to hide. ”

"Hey, this guy is so big!"

"How can there be such a burly and strong man in the world?"

The other people in the temple who were awakened looked at the gods outside the window, and couldn't help but gasp and be shocked.