It's a pity that after only a dozen miles, Montaigne saw several people floating overhead.

Four teenagers and a female ghost.

What a female ghost, that white Sensen's skin and cold eyes, going out in the middle of the night can definitely scare a person to death.

Reluctantly stopped, Montaigne looked up and shouted:

"What's the matter? How can you still come together? ”

The four teenagers were the first to fall and respectfully saluted Montaigne.

Sikong Mu opened his mouth and said:

"Big brother walks alone on the land of my Divine Gate, it will be much more stable with a guide, we are willing to follow the eldest brother until the day when the eldest brother leaves the land of the Divine Gate."

"Oh?"

Montaigne tilted his head to look at Sikong Mu and said with a smile:

"Are you considered a mutiny? I'm from the right way. And your cultivation is so low, it's purely cumbersome! ”

"Nope! I don't think the eldest brother is here to kill innocents indiscriminately, otherwise the four of us would still be alive. If it does not harm the interests of the Divine Gate, it is not considered a rebellion. As for cultivation, that's not a problem, it's worth it to block damage for the eldest brother. ”

"But I don't know where I'm going, you follow me, don't you want home?"

"Of the four of us, only Zixue and Zibing have a father. We told him before we came out that maybe we wouldn't go back to the village. ”

"What about your slave status? I feel like you're going to be caught wherever you go. ”

"I'm going to hand over the Divine Snake Neidan and restore my free body."

The two of them asked and answered, and they spoke very quickly.

Montaigne nodded slightly, and he could feel the determination to break through the world from the four of them.

"That's fine. With you as a cover, my righteous identity will not be easily exposed, and it will be much easier to do things. ”

Hearing Montaigne's sign of agreement, all four of them smiled and ran to Montaigne's side and stood up straight.

"What about you? Still want to do it with me? ”

Looking up at the sky again, Montaigne looked at the veiled girl who had not yet said a word.

"Humph!"

The veiled girl fell, and said viciously:

"I'm going to collect evidence of your collusion with the Demon Gate, and go back and hand it over to the Master! If you dare to return to the righteous world, you will be torn to pieces! ”

"What a wicked little girl! Then you can go back and report, you see that I already have four little brothers and sisters of the Demon Gate. ”

"Not enough! I want to see with my own eyes that you have taken refuge in the Demon Gate and betrayed the right path! ”

"Cut~ Do you believe it or not, I'll tie you up and send you to the Demon Gate now? Contribute a righteous chick, and the demon gate will give me a legitimate identity, right? ”

"Big brother, can you not always call us the Demon Gate? We are God's ......."

Sikong Mu timidly interrupted the quarrel between the two.

"Uh~ Okay! Divine Gate. The Divine Gate will give me a rightful identity. Montaigne corrected his rhetorical habits.

"Humph! Then I will give you the notoriety of a righteous traitor with my own life! Die well deserved! ”

"Neurotic!"

Montaigne went on, not wanting to deal with this unreasonable woman anymore.

The strange team continued to move forward, and the four teenagers obediently followed Montaigne, walking slowly step by step.

The veiled girl found that she was flying too abruptly, and she could only fall and accompany her.

After listening to Sikong Mu's suggestion, they first went to the nearest small town to pay the Divine Snake Neidan.

Sikong Mu has a slave mark on his body, and if he doesn't remove the slave seal, he will not be able to move an inch after leaving his hometown.

Aranan City, the small city closest to the territory of the righteous path.

The righteous path and the divine gate, one south and one north, divide the whole world, and each implements different philosophies and policies to support the people.

As soon as they approached the city gates, Montaigne's small team became the focal point.

After all, pig jockeys are very rare.

"Haha!"

A lot of people laughed.

Mixed with the crowd of horseback, bull riding, and even wolf riding, the fat black-haired pig is particularly funny.

Especially this pig kept talking all the way, gnawing on what he saw, causing Sikong Mu's already shallow family background to quickly become empty.

"Big brother, there's not a drop left!"

Sikong Mu turned out his two pockets and fell out some fine slag.

Montaigne already knew that there was no difference between the use of the people on the side of the Divine Gate and the righteous path, ordinary people were gold and silver, and the monks were all spirit stones.

The two are also interoperable.

However, Sikong Mu and they are too poor to use spirit stones to consume.

"How much can I sell those pills I gave you?" Montaigne asked Sikong Mu.

Sikong Mu's face changed, and he replied in a low voice:

"Big brother! That thing can't be sold! If you take it out, you will lose your life! ”

"Huh? So exaggerated? ”

Before Montaigne could finish speaking, he saw one of the men in front of him raise his knife and cut off the other's head.

"Uh~ Killing people in the street? Doesn't anyone care? ”

Montaigne turned his head to look around, but no one cared.

"Savage! Magic ......"

As soon as the veiled girl let out a low voice of disdain, she was covered by Zixue.

Sikong Mu stuck to Montaigne's ear and explained in a very low voice,

"We are here, as long as you are reasonable, it is not forbidden to kill people. If you're strong, kill people...... It's okay too. ”

"In this case, how can ordinary people live?" Montaigne also made a thief-like voice.

Yang Yue interjected,

"Monks are not allowed to do anything to ordinary people, this is the law of death, but if ordinary people provoke monks, then it is casual."

"That's right! We have a lot of lives in our family here, and it's normal for a few to die. Of the nine brothers in my family, I am the only one left. Yang Yue's seven brothers and sisters, and he is the only one left. As long as you can start practicing, you can basically live for a long time, thirty or forty is always possible, and you can have a lot of births. If you can't practice, you can start to be born until you reach fifteen. ”

Sikong Mu's answer made Montaigne extremely speechless, what kind of god's door is this? It's a hell of a door!

After thinking about it, Montaigne asked Sikong Mu,

"How many people did you kill?"

Sikong Mu was a little squirming, he looked at Montaigne's way of doing things, and he knew that he didn't like to kill.

"Five...... But I killed them when they came to provoke me! ”

Sikong Mu tried his best to defend himself, for fear that Montaigne would look down on him.

Unexpectedly, Montaigne's next words almost killed him,

"Oh, it's only five, you're far worse than me!"

In the whisper, people who have nothing to do quickly appear.

"Boy! I've got a crush on your pig! Hand it over! ”

Montaigne and his entourage stopped at the side of the road, and they all tilted their heads to look at the man, and saw that the man's heart was furious.

"Look at what! Lao Tzu is a double transformation! Hand over the pigs! Lao Tzu is going to fight a tooth sacrifice today! ”

The young man in his twenties waved the steel knife in his hand vigorously, but he was stubbornly charged in front of Montaigne, and he seemed to be a little younger.

The veiled girl was in an extremely bad mood, and she was about to shoot without saying a word, but someone moved faster than her.

There are pigs that are faster than her, to be exact.

Gangguan shook off Montaigne, and rushed out with a scream.

He slammed his head into the young man's stomach, and two long fangs nailed him to the wall.

"Humph!"

Gangguan snorted twice, took a few steps back, and the 2B young man who had lost his life was nameless, and sat down on the ground softly against the wall, and the steel knife fell to his side with a clatter.

"Boom!"

All the people around me ran out.

They also thought that Montaigne and the others were ordinary people, but when they moved, pigs were stronger than mortals.

"Squeak~"

The door opened, and a grim-looking man walked out.

Sikong Mu hurriedly picked up the steel knife and stuffed it to the owner of the house.

The man glanced at the steel sword, nodded with satisfaction, and no longer pursued the two holes in the wall and the puddle of blood.

Yang Yue was even more sharp, and quickly hollowed out the young man's whole body, so he had some capital.

Montaigne was dumbfounded.

These teenagers are definitely familiar with doing things, and Sikong Mu must be more than just killing five people.

"Big brother!"

Yang Yue held the broken silver and a few copper plates in front of Montaigne, and Montaigne waved his hand for him to put it away.

After thinking about it, Montaigne asked again,

"You seem to have a lot of folk monks here, why don't you practice in the sect?"

"Whew!"

The veiled girl let out a disdainful sneer, and finally found an opportunity to let out a bad breath.

Montaigne rolled his eyes, more disdainful than her, and said:

"What's so funny? If you don't understand, just ask. You can't even beat me as an ordinary person, and you still laugh at me? ”

"Humph!"

The veiled girl knew that she couldn't take advantage of Montaigne in any way, so she simply ignored him.

Sikong Mu replied:

"We are all folk cultivators here, and we only go to the sect when we have the foundation, and we have to transform at least three times. So there are more fights and robberies with each other. ”

Montaigne nodded, only a society like Xindao can cultivate truly ruthless people.

Coming to the temple in the middle of the small city, Sikong Mu generously put the god dragon Neidan on the table.

There was a middle-aged man sitting behind the table, pinched the Divine Snake Neidan and glanced at it, and said with a smile:

"Not bad! I thought you would die in the Black Swamp. ”

Sikong Mu had confidence at this time, and stretched out his right hand to pick up the sleeve, revealing the slave mark engraved on his wrist.

The middle-aged man glanced at the slave seal and said slowly:

"You've figured it out! If you go to the Great Holy Sect to eliminate the mark, you can directly become an outer disciple. But if you go to the mark here, if you want to enter any sect, you must transform more than three times. ”

"I've figured it out! It was purely by chance that I was able to kill the Divine Worm with this ability, so I should practice by myself for a few years first. ”

The middle-aged man nodded, picked up the iron pen on the table, and inserted it into Sikong Mu's wrist.

A trace of black gas rippled out, and the slave mark quickly disappeared.

"You little guy, in order to carve this slave seal for me back then, you begged grandpa to tell grandma, and now you actually say don't want it."

As he spoke, his gaze glanced at the few people standing outside the hall, except for a pause on the veiled girl, no one else was in his eyes.

"That's it! Go ahead! From this day forward, you are free again. ”

The middle-aged man put down the iron pen and waved his hand to let Sikong Mu leave quickly.

Sikong Mu ran out of the hall beamingly, his eyes never leaving his already smooth and undamaged wrist.

"Let's go!"

Montaigne was also happy for Sikong Mu.

With the chores done, it's time to officially embark on the journey of discovery.

Back in the city, Montaigne suddenly heard a gurgling sound.

He was surprised to see that Sikong Mu and the others were clutching their bellies with embarrassed faces.

"Don't you still want to eat, do you? They're already monks! ”

"If you want to eat, if you don't reach the Soul Casting Realm, everyone has to eat, and the Body Refining Realm eats more."

Sikong Mu lowered his head, as if he felt guilty about this matter.

The monks on the other side of the ghost domain can skip meals as long as they start practicing, which invisibly saves a lot of cultivation consumption compared to them.

"Then go to dinner, strange, why?"

Montaigne didn't quite understand the difference between the good and the devil.

The veiled girl couldn't help it, and shouted in a low voice,

"Magic ...... The aura here in the Divine Gate is not pure, and the low-level monks must rely on food to replenish their physical strength, why don't you know anything? ”