It was late at night when I crawled out of the abyss,

Zhang Tie was still commanding everyone to save people, thinking about Nanxiu and Xiaozhi in his heart, and after telling the situation, Zuo Tian left first.

The giant claws that covered the entire square exuded a thrilling aura, and there was a smell of blood in the air, not disgusting, but somewhat fragrant.

Zhang Tie stared at the huge claws that fell off Xueluo's body, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Come on, hurry up, the Yu madman is coming up!"

Nanhu roared beside him, and the faces of several villagers were numb by the light of the torches.

The fact that all the villagers died in a single day gave them a sense of unreality.

"Zhang Tie! Captain, why are you still stunned! Come here and help!"

“...... Oh!"

Nanhu's voice interrupted Zhang Tie's contemplation, and as he walked over and pulled the rope in his hand, the appearance of the old man appeared in his mind again.

He won't admit his mistake, that is the ancestor of the Nan family.

He was exactly like the portrait hanging in the ancestral hall of the village.

Although he was a little surprised that the ancestor of the Nan family could live for thousands of years, he was not surprised, these were already recorded in the classics in the village.

Cultivators can enjoy a longer lifespan than mortals, and because of the difference in realm and strength, their longevity is also different.

According to what the woman said, the ancestor of the Nan family is the Yuan Infant Period, according to the classics, the Yuan Infant Period can enjoy a maximum of three thousand years of life, and under the Yuan Infant is the Jin Dan, this realm also has a lifespan of nearly a thousand years, and as for the foundation building period and the Qi refining period below, it also has two or three times more lifespan than mortals.

In the past, he thought that anyone could live for so long, and the records in the classics were all nonsense, but when he saw the ancestor of the Nan family, he understood that these were all true.

It's just that what he can't understand is why the ancestor of the Nan family didn't save them in the end, but went to pursue those enemies?

Could it be that in the eyes of these immortals, mortals such as themselves are really just ants?

Are their descendants really that insignificant in his eyes?

Or is it that the immortals are inherently isolated from emotion, and they have transcended mortals?

It must be that the ancestor has lived too long.

He didn't recognize us.

Making excuses for Nanliancheng's exculpation in his heart, Zhang Tie looked at the villagers who crawled out of the abyss with bitterness in his mouth.

Anyway, after all, they were abandoned.

From the moment he turned into Qinghong and chased him, Zhang Tie no longer had hope for him, maybe what comforted him was that Nanliancheng made the last shot to block the giant claw, maybe he was still thinking about the old love.

It's just that they survived on their own after all.

"Yu Crazy! Yu Xiaolong! You open your eyes for Lao Tzu! You open your eyes for Lao Tzu!"

The roar of the southern tiger next to him woke Zhang Tie up again.

His complexion changed, and he saw that the madman who had just been dragged up by the thick hemp rope had a blue face and purple lips, but he had long since lost his voice.

Zhang Tie couldn't help but feel sad.

"Yu Xiaolong, we survived! We survived! You wake up for Lao Tzu!!"

Nanfeng, who had gone down to save people before the other rope, also came up at this time, and when he heard the roar of Nanhu, he immediately threw himself on the body of the Yu madman, constantly slapping his chest, trying to make a final save.

"One...... Two! Again!"

Nan Feng kept pressing, and Nan Hu was also busy helping on the side.

"Yu Xiaolong, you said that if our brothers want to die, we will die together!"

Nanfeng went crazy and kept slapping Yu Xiaolong's face.

"But why! Why did you go first!!?"

Nanfeng knelt on the ground in pain, tears streaming down his face, he knew that Yu Xiaolong was dead and could no longer live.

Zhang Tie didn't know what entanglement there was between Nanfeng and Yu Xiaolong, but looking at Nanfeng's painful appearance, at this moment, he couldn't think about this man who was extremely hostile to the hunting team, no matter what, he was from Nancun.

If you want to say that in the hunting team, the best relationship is between Nanhu and Yu Maniac.

It's just that Nanhu's temperament is a little dark, and Yu Maniac is smug all day long, which can be seen from the nicknames given to him by others.

At this moment, although he didn't believe the fact that the Yu madman who had been crazy all day but brought them joy had died, Nanhu had to admit this fact.

In fact, he was even more uncomfortable than Nan Feng at the moment, just looking at Nan Feng's venting, it was as if he had vented his own share.

"Blood Luo!"

"Blood Luo !!"

"I Nanfeng swears! I must let you pay !! with blood."

("I swear by Nanhu! I must make you pay for your blood debt !!")

In the dark night, Nan Feng roared hoarsely, and Zhang Tie and Nanhu watched silently from the side.

Eventually, he stopped.

Nan Feng tidied up Yu Xiaolong's appearance little by little, and the expression on his face gradually calmed down, he tied a rope to his body again, and went down into the abyss to start saving people.

There was no bright moon in the night, holding a torch, and Zuo Tian walked along the familiar road.

Everywhere there were broken walls, and in the rubble buried the dead bodies that had been sucked into the dead.

Powerful ghosts and murderers are all absorbing the essence and spirit of human beings, and the way to die is to break thousands of corpses like Old Man Li, but Xueluo deliberately did it in order to deter them.

So along the way, there are villagers everywhere who have become like dried corpses.

"Phew!"

Something fell, accompanied by a panicked escape, it was Aunt Zhang's big yellow dog, those ghosts didn't know why, they were only interested in the villagers, like those livestock, all of them escaped with their lives.

Zuo Tian was startled by the big yellow dog, and secretly patted his chest while Nanfeng's roar came from the other side of the square.

It was exceptionally clear in the dark of the night.

He was silent for a while, Nanfeng harmed him with several years of infamy and ridicule, and even more harmed Xiaozhi was seriously injured and lay on the bed.

But at this moment, hearing his sad voice, for some reason, he couldn't be angry with him before.

The roar in the square at that time, Nan Feng pointed to the wound on his body and faced everyone's condemnation, and later made a choice to survive, Zuo Tian admitted that he couldn't do it.

He is very similar to Nanfeng, both of them are ridiculed by people, but they are fundamentally different, Zuo Tian envies Nanfeng's bravery, and even more envy his courage.

Is it because I haven't grown up?

Thinking of the cold words in his body when his body was mutating, Zuo Tian frowned slightly, if I really want to grow up with pain, then I will never grow up.

But for some reason, he remembered the root of the southern tree that had become a ghost.

Nan Shugen was finally taken away by the Ghost Spirit Banner along with Nanmu's soul, I wonder if they will meet one day in the hands of Xueluo?