Su Hong's disappearance is unknown to anyone in the miscellaneous area, and even if someone finds out, they will not risk offending Zhao Gui. Go and ask.

By the next day, the heavy snow had stopped, and no one in the huge Penglai Sect had noticed, and there was one disciple missing from the miscellaneous service area.

Until the morning of the third day, the warm sun shone over Penglai Zong, slowly melting the snow on the back mountain.

Duan Hui dragged his tired body to the cliff of the back mountain, and shouted Su Hong's name loudly against the smoky cliff.

He returned to the miscellaneous service area in the evening two days ago, when the snow stopped, and it was not until late at night that Duan Hui sat on the wooden bed, looking at Su Hong's stacked bedding, he faintly thought of something.

Although Duan Hui has been in the Penglai Sect for almost seven years, his true friend is only Su Hong.

In his mind, an emaciated figure appeared. The owner of this figure has a handsome facial features, but he does not smile and speaks very little.

The owner of that figure is a friend who has been with him on a rainstorm day, picking up a wooden barrel together, and wandering countless times on the dirt and gravel road between the reservoir and Pengling Creek.

The owner of that figure was his brother who had lived with him for more than a thousand days and nights in the miscellaneous area where the dog did not want to stay.

"Su Hong. “

Duan Hui finally couldn't bear the worry in his heart, and rushed out of the room like crazy, and on that dark night, he dragged his tired body that had just returned from Pengling Mountain. knocked on the doors of hundreds of rooms in the dormitory.

But the answer he got was......

"Nope. “

"Nope. “

"Nope. “

"I haven't ......seen this person since two days ago. “

Duan Hui, who had searched the entire miscellaneous area, came to the cliff of the back mountain with red eyes and bloodshot eyes on the morning of the fourth day.

At this time, facing the bottom of the smoky cliff, shouting Su Hong's name loudly, his voice fell into the depths of the bottomless cliff, and only his faint echo answered him.

Until Duan Hui's voice shouted hoarsely, he trembled his body, sat on the ice and snow that was about to melt, almost a stick of incense, he dragged his tired body, and walked out of the back mountain with blank eyes.

The warm sunlight sprinkled on the entire back mountain, slowly melting the snow on the mountain into a puddle of snow, and washed away the footprints left by Duan Hui on the edge of the cliff, and flowed down the smoky cliff bottom.

After a few pillars of incense, this snow water is like a waterfall that descends thousands of feet, and with a "flutter" sound, it is sprinkled on the bones of the corpses that cover the bottom of the cliff.

Among the bones washed by the snow water, long insects as black as earthworms can be clearly seen, entangled in the bones of these corpses, as if they are biting a certain fast skull in the skull, making a "rustling" sound.

In the center of the bones, there was a huge bare tree, with a few forks on it, and on the branches of the branches, some bloodstained and dry rags of clothing were hanging, and drops of disgusting black water were dripping down.

If anyone is willing to endure the disgusting and unpleasant stench at the bottom of the cliff at this time, and look up at the top of the black droplets, he will find that on top of this giant tree, there are two forked branches, one on the left and one on the right.

At this moment, on the branch on the right, there was a black vulture that had been feeding for three days, and at this moment, with a greedy and hesitant gaze, it was staring at the branch on the left that made a clicking sound, and it was hanging on the existence of a corpse or a living person.

It wasn't until two more pillars of incense had passed, that the vulture, which had been waiting for three days, seemed to be unable to endure the torment of hunger, and finally decided, flapping its black wings, and flew towards the existence that did not know whether it was alive or dead.

It was just that at the moment when it was approaching, the right branch could not bear the weight of the man who had been hanging for a few days, and with a snap, it broke from the fork, and with the "bang" of the man who did not know whether he was alive or dead, fell among the bones of the cliff with a "bang".

The moment the fallen man hit the ground, the moment his body touched the bones on the ground, he coughed heavily, and a little blood spurted out of his mouth, spilling on his original bloodstained yellow cotton jacket.

At this moment, Su Hong was extremely embarrassed, although the swelling on his face had subsided, the dried blood stains were like fish scales, clinging to his face.

Even Duan Hui, who had the best relationship with him, if he saw him at this moment, I am afraid it would be difficult to recognize him at a glance.

The warm sunlight shone on Su Hong's face, and his hair trembled slightly, but he couldn't open his eyes that had been closed for a long time.

Until another moment passed, Su Hongjie's hair trembled several times, as if he had an obsession in his brain that was unwilling to die with hatred, desperately trying to break through the shackles of the human body's limit, and wanted Su Hong, who had closed his eyes for several days, to open his eyes and see the prosperity of this world.

A cold mountain wind blew, and the foul smell at the bottom of the cliff permeated the entire cliff.

Su Hong's eyelashes fluttered about ten times in succession this time, like the unwilling and hateful obsession in his mind, condensed all his strength at this moment, his eyes were red, and he slammed headlong into the shackles that prevented him from wanting to open his eyes.

Above the thin clouds, the sunlight was like two sharp blades shining with cold light, piercing Su Hong's slightly open eyes.

His eyes that had been closed for a long time could not bear this dazzling light at all, Su Hong hurriedly closed his eyes, touched the pill that Zhou Ting gave him outside the valley from his arms, stuffed it into his mouth, endured the foul smell at the bottom of the cliff, and chewed it one bite at a time.

The pill turned into a pool of bitter soup in his mouth, which slowly flowed down his throat and into Su Hong's body.

One breath.

Ten breaths.

Hundred breaths.

Su Hong gasped, twisted his still numb body, supported the bones on the ground with both hands, and slowly got up.

Slowly opened his eyes, and the scene around the bottom of the cliff seemed to have grown legs, rotating around Su Hong.

He shook his tousled head vigorously before moving his blood-covered face, and looked up at the smoky cliff with a hideous grin.

"Ye Tian, Zhao Gui, Lao Tzu is not dead, not dead... Not dead... Die...... Die.......

I, Su Hong, swear hereby that when I return to Penglai Sect, it will be the day when you will die without a buri......"

Su Hong's hoarse and hateful words to several people echoed at the bottom of the cliff of this platform full of corpses, and bounced out of strange echoes, floating towards the unknown distance on the surface of the North Sea.

It seems that Beihai also felt Su Hong's hatred, and the originally calm sea, at the moment when his oath floated, a huge wave was set off, and a monstrous sound came out, which seemed to echo Su Hong's oath.

It wasn't until Su Hong vented all the grievances that had accumulated in his heart for a long time that he raised his steps and stepped on the bones and walked out.

As his footsteps stepped on the bones, the long worms as black as earthworms plunged headlong into the earth with a whooshing sound and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"The real cliff is in the depths of the sea!"

Looking at the Beihai a few kilometers below, Su Hong realized that the place where he fell was not really the bottom of the cliff, but this huge peak, a protruding piece from the mountainside, a platform hundreds of meters wide.

"Are you all people from the miscellaneous area who died in vain?" Su Hong looked back at the corpses on the ground, revealing a sympathetic gaze.

"I don't know, when Qin Gang fell back then, was it possible to carry the other half of the parchment roll?"

Su Hong raised his steps and walked towards the center of those bones, the only thing he had to do now was to find the corpses belonging to Qin Gang from among these many bones.

As two hours passed, Su Hong had countless beads of sweat the size of soybeans hanging on his forehead, panting, his eyes red, and staring at the bones that had been found back and forth three times.

"How is it possible?" Su Hong was unwilling, this was the only hope for revenge in Penglaizong, but his eyes turned into disappointment.

Su Hong couldn't tell that it was the corpse that belonged to Qin Gang, so he couldn't find any trace of the half of the parchment scroll, but among these bones, he found a human-sized skeleton similar to an eagle's skeleton, and black feathers buried under the bones.

If it was usual, Su Hong would definitely study it carefully, but at this moment, he really didn't have any extra thoughts, so he took it to study this thing of unknown origin.

Another two hours passed, and Su Hong had already searched back and forth five times in these bones, but still found nothing.

Looking up at the sunset in the sky, Su Hong smashed his fist on the giant tree that saved his life, roared at the bones at the bottom of the cliff, and finally shook his head helplessly, and walked out slowly on the only path that could get out of the bottom of the cliff.

There was bare dead grass growing on the path, and it was not difficult to move forward, and about half an hour or so, Su Hong suddenly stopped, and the root cause of his stop was the back of a man dressed in black standing in front of the path.