Death.

Compared to the loud and noisy voices of the dome pass, it seems extremely quiet here.

Although everyone was still arranged, no one spoke.

Like the walking dead, they are constantly busy with their work, without saying a word.

The eerie scene makes people look at it at a glance and even doubt...

These people, whether they live or die.

The black-robed Dark Pavilion Master stood in front of the city wall, holding a very retro old-fashioned mobile phone, flipped out Sun Yingying's number in the address book, and dialed it.

"The Ghost Gate..."

"Battleable."

The old voice, as well as the piercing voice, gave people a creepy feeling.

Especially when he spoke, the old man's tone was very cold, as if he was from the Nine Shadows.

"Boundless ghosts, yin and yang."

"One step to the customs, the death deed has been signed."

"Even if you are a walking corpse, you will keep all families safe!"

"Salute..."

"Ghost Gate!"

Sun Yingying's voice rang from the phone.

But the old man didn't respond, just hung up the phone with a blank face and put it back in his pocket.

And he himself was still standing on the city wall, staring at the dark fog like an abyss in the distance, motionless.

Just in this dark fog...

The three hideous characters of the Ghost Gate Pass seem to jump out of this plaque and pour into the demon domain to shock the heavens!

……

Dawn Pass.

Towering cliffs, the pass is like a giant sword reaching into the sky.

Pierce the sky.

A middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life sat lazily in a chair, wearing sunglasses, with his feet on the wall, and in the light of the morning sun, he lazily took out his mobile phone and rummaged through the address book.

Eventually, on the row of names, freeze on a note that... The old guy on top.

Dial...

"Hey, can you hear me?"

"The signal here at Daybreak is not very good, it's too high."

"Hello?"

The middle-aged man helplessly leaned on the armrest of the chair, stood up reluctantly, and walked to the signal tower in the distance, which was also in the position of the 'tip of the sword'.

"Dawn Pass, ready."

"Battleable."

The tone is not too serious, and even a little casual.

He leaned lazily in front of the signal tower, and the word 'lazy' exuded from his body, and he was weak to speak.

"Nonsense!"

"The war is about to start, and what you are carrying is thousands of lives."

"Be serious!"

On the other side of the phone, Sun Yingying reprimanded coldly.

The middle-aged man sneered: "What, I still have to be like Uncle Zhong, with a cold face every day?" Tired or not. ”

"When I get serious, my combat power doubles?"

"Okay, just report it, it's okay to hang up, this phone bill is quite expensive."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man removed the phone from his ear.

"Wait..."

On the other side of the phone, Sun Yingying's voice spread again, but this time it was not the same reprimand as before, but a little more complicated.

His voice paused for a moment...

"The sword points to the sky, and the sun rises and dawns."

"The cliffs are huge, protect my mountains and rivers!"

"Condense the luck of my human race, bless me with the surging rivers!"

"Salute..."

"Dawn!"

Sun Yingying took a deep breath, and his voice rang in his phone.

The lazy figure of the middle-aged subconsciously stood straight at this moment, and his lazy eyes also revealed a touch of sharpness.

He opened his mouth several times, and was silent several times.

In the end, he just lazily said three words: "Got it." ”

"Come back alive..."

"You..."

Sun Yingying's tone was complex, and his speech was intermittent.

A smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth, but his tone was full of mockery: "I know, old guy, when you're old, you're willing to nag, you still ink Sun Wen's kid." ”

"How do you speak!"

"Lao Tzu is your father!"

“*****！”

Sun Yingying roared violently.

But the middle-aged man kept the phone away from his ears as if he had a prescience, and only took it back until the roar stopped.

"After this battle..."

"Go home for dinner!"

Finally, Sun Yingying's voice was a little hoarse and said the last sentence.

The middle-aged man clutched his mobile phone tightly, and his breathing became a little heavier.

He was silent for a long time, and finally replied in that incoherent tone: "Got it, it's really nagging." ”

"Take the time..."

"Kick Sun Wen twice for me."

"That little cub, I haven't kicked in a few years, I'm a little nostalgic..."

"Hung up."

After speaking, the middle-aged man hung up the phone casually, threw it aside, and returned to the rocking chair he had made, and fell down again, with a look of enjoyment, squinting slightly, looking at the rising sun in the sky.

And at the gate of the city, all the soldiers sat with their backs against the city wall at this time.

If you look up from the ground, you will subconsciously feel that there is no one guarding this city pass!

But...

Although the soldiers were sitting, their bodies were in a tense state.

The sparrows stood on the city wall like this, looking condescendingly at the demon domain.

A goshawk chirped, streaked through the sky, and finally landed in front of the middle-aged man, chirping incessantly.

The middle-aged man squinted his eyes slightly, and a smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth.

"The last time I went out of the customs and ran nearly a hundred miles..."

"These guys aren't honest."

As he muttered to himself, a phantom of a flute slowly emerged behind him.

With a tactful flute sound, a bewitching red light flashed in the goshawk's eyes, and the next moment it rose to the sky again and fled away.

And the soldiers on the dome closed were not surprised by this scene, and they didn't even turn their heads.

"Demon Domain..."

"Dawn, it's not as you imagined..."

"That's so good..."

The middle-aged man muttered to himself, just facing the morning sun, and slowly closed his eyes.