There is a narrow path on the shore of the lake below the cliff that only one person passes sideways, and there is a striking stone monument in front of the path.

The stele is engraved with three big characters of "Ten Thousand Insect Cliff".

Hate Tian walked sideways up the narrow path, and the crunch of his feet caught his attention.

The moment he raised his foot and looked down, he gasped a few times, and looked at the piles of white bones on the ground in astonishment, and the white bones of people paved the road.

There are long days, some are more recently, and there are still a few hours ago on a fork not far away, and the blood has not yet completely dried up.

This Ten Thousand Worm Cliff is simply a place of death, why are so many people rushing to die?

Just because, as Boss Yan said, the owner of the tower on the top of the cliff is a person who does all kinds of evil, so the righteous people sacrifice their lives to come here just to do the right thing for heaven?

Hate Tian always felt a little weird, the truth may be far from this, there must be some mystery and conspiracy hidden in it that he didn't know.

People say that the rivers and lakes are sinister, although Boss Yan is kind-hearted, but she can make a name for herself in a huge city as a woman, and she can also gain a reputation in the rivers and lakes, which is by no means comparable to ordinary weak women.

Boss Yan must have a plan, but Hate Tian did not hesitate, even if there is a conspiracy and trickery, it is worth a try.

Moreover, the life of her benefactor Miss Mo Lan is in danger, and the Fire Dragon Valley is looking for medicine, and only her fire-avoiding robe can get a glimmer of life.

With the courage to succeed, you can follow the trail to find help climbing the cliff.

Finally, I found a raised boulder on the side of my head, and the tip of the stone was smoothed by human hands, which shows that this boulder is the best choice to help climb to the top of the cliff.

There are many handprints along the way and traces of undried blood marks on the boulder, which invisibly provide valuable experience and reference for those who come after.

Hate the gourd and draw the scoop, climb the cliff along the route chosen by most people, and find the highest pause point as possible with the help of light work on each boulder.

It seemed that everything was going well, but halfway to the height, the steep cliff made him dare not look down, so as not to affect his mind and panic.

Looking around at the cliff face, there were no people's hands and feet, not a single grass or tree, and the higher you go, you can't even see the stacked and raised stones, all smooth boulders, and gravel piled together, the kind that falls down into sand at any time.

It's a dead end, and it's no wonder that no one has left a trace here.

He took out a dagger from the fight in the water prison from his cuffs, and inserted it into the crack of the stone with gravity, stabilizing the center of gravity of his body and resting for a while.

With one hand propped up in front of his chest, he just saw the handkerchief bag exposed.

This was given to him by Boss Yan before leaving, and he hated the sky and saw the point of despair, and wanted to open it to see if there was any trick left.

No, Boss Yan repeatedly told him not to open it until he had to, there must be her reason and the mystery in it.

Although it's a dead end now, it's going well halfway through, and it just opens it when it encounters difficulties, which doesn't seem appropriate, so it's better to wait for now, maybe this thing will be of great use later.

After thinking about it, I hated the sky and put away the brocade bag, and continued to try to climb.

Grunt, pop, bang......

Hating Tian sensed that something was wrong, and hurriedly dodged, and in an instant, a large stone above his head cracked, and piles of small stones rolled down, carrying overwhelming dust and stones, and he couldn't open his eyes.

While burying his head in the cover, he held the dagger inserted in a safe place with one hand and protected his head with the other.

Immediately after that, another cliff face stone, after a hula slanted down, finally stopped, and now the limbs and back of the hater were bloody, and the clothes on his body were full of holes cut by sharp rolling stones.

Fortunately, there was still a trace of strength to hold on, and he didn't dare to delay, so he stepped on the dagger while there was no movement, and he took a light leap, and his hands tightly grasped an insect-shaped hole that he had discovered a long time ago.

It just so happened that these two holes were enough for five fingers to be inserted, so there was no need for daggers, so he let go of one hand and unfastened the belt on his body, and pulled out the dagger stuck under his feet and withdrew it.

Cha! Yikes! Cha! Yikes!

I inadvertently heard abnormal movements in my ears, covered my forehead with my hating hand, squinted a slit, carefully observed the four sides of the cliff, and was always vigilant against danger.

Subconsciously hooked his toes, his nerves tightened, the muscles of his limbs bulged, and the beads of sweat on his forehead fell from time to time, blurring his vision.

Cha! Yikes!

It's not the sound of birds, it's like insects.

Hate the sky to wipe away the sweat, open his eyes and look at it, it is actually a two-headed insect with wings.

The flesh on Hatetian's face froze, and the beads of sweat became cold and chilling.

Although this two-headed flying insect is not as disgusting and terrible as the blood-sucking worm in the water prison, this strange appearance is really scary enough.

The two insect heads are still different in size, and each of the wings behind them can roll up a gust of wind, and the fan's hatred can't help but let go of his hand and crashes into the vines on the side of the cliff.

When I woke up again, I thought I was in danger, but when I opened my eyes and looked back for the first time, I saw that the damn worm's four big eyes were staring at him.

Hate Tian looked at the place where he was, it was full of vines, entangled like spider webs, his body was stuck by vines, and he saw the two-headed flying insects spread their wings, which was the posture to attack.

Hate Tian did not hesitate to gather his arms, and his palms shattered the vine that was stuck in his waist, and the bad thing was that he was careless when he got out and started, and his head hit the stump above, falling into the middle of the vine below.

It's over, not only the body, but even the limbs, including the head, are all stuck, and I can't move, I can only stare dryly.

High energy ahead!

The two-headed flying insect climbed onto the high branch above the head of the hater, and condescendingly spread its wings and slapped at the hater.

The wind howled, the fallen leaves flew, and the birds, animals, and ghosts cried and howled like wolves, like a terrible scream, like an excited roar, like an angry vent.

The rocks of the Ten Thousand Worms Cliff rolled, falling into the lake, setting off stormy waves, and the movement in the depths of the lake bottom became bigger and bigger.

Waiting for death, the face that had been blown by the wind was deformed, the clothes were tattered, and the brocade bag in his arms was scattered, just blowing on his face.

At the moment when a gust of wind rose again, Hatian saw the contents of the brocade bag, which was a rag with dense words written on it.

Hate the sky and don't understand its meaning, this cloth is a magic weapon?

On closer inspection, this text is thin and crooked, not the Central Plains script, and I can't understand it.

Hating Tian took it in his hand and looked it up and down, and suddenly the words on the cloth emitted a dazzling light, piercing the sky, and the rags flew out of his palm.

Hating the sky, observing the changes in the rags, I saw that the flying insect was shrouded in light, and in an instant the four eyes were closed, and then the wings retracted, and the wind stopped.

He wiped his eyes in disbelief, thinking that he was dreaming, but the fact was that the rag actually took in the two-headed flying insect that was quite deep.

Hate Tian carefully put the rag into the brocade bag and put it in his arms, and after resting for a while to recover his strength, he used three true qi to continuously split the tree vines and find a way out.

At this time, Hate Tian didn't know that this road was even more dangerous than going directly to the cliff.

Boss Yan's words are about to come true.