While pondering, Zuo Hu didn't know that there was a pair of eyes looking at him gently and complicatedly: Hao Yue, his mother.

It's only been twenty years since the last time Chiba Palace summoned the dead, and she didn't expect to be called again so soon, which made her very worried; she almost didn't have to think about it to know that her recognized son of waste wood would definitely be selected, and I believe that Zuo Hu must have foreseen that he would be selected into the thirty places sent to death. Worried that her son would be scared, she looked in the direction of Zuogo.

But unexpectedly, Hao Yue'e did not see the frightened look of her usually cowardly son, but a firm face. There was even a hint of unyielding in his eyes. "It seems that I really don't know my son. Hao Yue'e thought with a wry smile. But there was relief in my heart..... The Zuo family has only this bloodline left, and he must not be allowed to make any mistakes.

Hao Yue'e turned her eyes back to look at the hall and looked at her nose and nose, as if she was sleeping and waiting for the quiet dust below, and she made a decision in her heart.

。 When people are nervous and panicked, they always want to seek an object to comfort themselves. So the disciples grumbled and discussed with each other, "How can this be?!"

"Yes, it's only been twenty years since the last time I summoned the dead, and I wanted to live a few years of peace... Alas......"

"I don't know if anyone will be so unlucky this time that they will be chosen... Hope it's not me..."

The gossips each of them express the sorrow in their hearts. only to find that it could not solve any problems, but became more irritable. And they all stopped. The hall fell silent again. This kind of quietness makes people feel like a year.

Waited a quarter of an hour. The dust in the Taishi's chair above opened his eyes and glanced at the worried and nervous disciples.

Perhaps to comfort them who were frightened by the call, the corners of Chenkong's mouth turned up to reveal an unearthly smile. But the smile at this time made people feel that he was like a grim reaper who was about to read out the verdict, and he couldn't help but shudder.

The voice of the Dust Sky Dao Leader resounded again in the council hall.

"I believe everyone is mentally prepared. It is true that the news came a little suddenly, after all, it has been less than fifty years since the last Chiba Palace released the call....... However, no one dared to disobey the orders of the Chiba Palace, and for the sake of the sect and the Tailuo country, only some people could be sacrificed..... But don't worry. The chosen one's closest relatives and clans, or mortal lineages, our Xianyang Sect will vigorously compensate in the future!"

Dusty Sky sighed and put on a cold expression again.

"I've already drawn up a list of people who are going to Chiba Palace to practice as a dead soldier. Let's read it out!"

Take a black scroll from your sleeve and slowly open it. At this moment, the air is going to freeze, and the oppression is suffocating!

"Yang Bingwang ....."

The elder read the name of the first man.

I saw a black-skinned young man dressed in black and emaciated in the column, revealing a wooden, pale, and overwhelmed expression, as if he had been struck by lightning. I don't know what he thinks at this time, he should be very desperate.

The crowd glanced at him and withdrew their gaze. Now there is no one who has no time to gloat, maybe the next name will be himself.

"Huang Ze...

Lu Jiacheng....

.....

The speed of the speech was slow. His voice was deep and magnetic.... Unfortunately, this is not a teacher's lecture conference. Nor is it a monk's ritual of preaching. Therefore, instead of talking about beauty and enjoyment, it forms an invisible pressure that makes people sweat like rain.

At this time, Zuo Hu's expression was similar to that of everyone else, but there was a trace of expectation in his eyes, and I am afraid that no one could understand this expectation, including his mother. Everyone has always thought that Zuo Hu is a cowardly and extremely poor spiritual root, and now that it is time for the sect to remove the waste, it is estimated that the kid should be so scared that he is about to pee his pants by now. However, the left guard did not.

Hao Yue, who was standing in the front row, was also nervous, but as a mother, her nervousness was different from everyone else. Everyone else is nervous about themselves, but she is nervous about her own son. Her tightly knit brows show her chaotic inner ...... The reading continued, and the simple thirty names seemed to have been read for a hundred years, and every word was like a hammer hitting the hearts of Hao Yue'e and everyone. However, there was some impatience on Zuo Hu's face. Because he felt that the list was almost finished, but he hadn't clicked on himself yet. If people know that he has such thoughts at this time, he must be considered an idiot, and no one is looking forward to sending him to death.

"Liu Sheng...

Ma Xiang....

Dusty paused,

"And the last one...."

As soon as they heard that there was still the last one, those disciples who were already nervous and sweating profusely and had not been called even more nervous, and they all thought to themselves: I have survived all the twenty-nine names, but don't be the last one!

At the same time, I scolded that stinky old way hundreds of times in my heart, what kind of thing to sell, torture people to death, it is better to have a knife and end up with a happy result!

I wanted to think about it, scolded and scolded, but people still held their breath, pricked up their ears, and thought in their hearts, "Don't point me, don't point me." I'm not your favorite dish....

The main hall was as quiet as a tomb at midnight.

"The last name is.....

..........

There was a pause. Zuo Hu scolded secretly, "It's not like you came to the stage to accept the award, you are a stinky Taoist, and you are not the host, why are you engaging in these atmospheres!

Guo--Shuang--Yang....."

Finally let out the last fart....

As soon as Chenkong's words landed, a young man in the hall turned pale and foamed at the mouth, fell to the ground, and fainted on the spot. No need to ask, he is Guo Shuangyang. I couldn't bear the pressure and fainted like a mortal. Dusty Sky frowned and shook his head.

"It's not a good idea, drag him aside to rest. ”

The person next to him pinched his nose and dragged him to the side of the main hall with nauseous vomit.

As the name of the last person was read out, those who were not named wiped the sweat from their heads and breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling that they would have the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, and they almost cheered. And Hao Yue'e also stretched her brows, overjoyed. Because unexpectedly, there was no son on the list who was considered a waste. Originally, it was planned that if Zuo Hu was selected, Hao Yue'e would come forward and take the place of her son to participate in the practice of the dead. But in the end, fortunately, the ancestors blessed.

But Hao Yue'e didn't know that when she was lucky that her son was not selected, Zuo Huzheng had completely opposite plans to her.

At this time, the left guard standing in the back row of the crowd clasped his hands on his shoulders, his face was calm, but the trace of expectation in his eyes turned into disappointment.

He slowly rolled up the scroll in his hand, retracted it into the wide cuffs, and sat down in the dust. "The people whose names are called stay and the others go back to the cave to cultivate. ”

Then he closed his eyes and waited for the idlers to leave. It was as if he had not been disturbed by these mundane things, he could have closed his eyes forever and slept in vain.

Hearing the elder's command, the chosen one stood there motionless in despair. The rest of the disciples bowed respectfully to the dusty sky, and prepared to leave the main hall with happy faces.

Those who should go go, those who should stay. Those left behind were desperate and overwhelmed; Those who walk do not dare to make a sound, for fear of taking away their good fortune. Everything is intertwined with many emotions such as tension, loss, decadence, joy, joy, and surprise. But there is a very tacit choice to proceed quietly.

The monks who stayed in the main hall were like pigs driven out of the pigsty, waiting to be slaughtered.........

Just when the dust settles......... Hao Yue's dignified and generous face also had a lucky smile on her face, and the whole world seemed to gradually wake up from silence, and when it began to operate normally, a crisp... A slightly immature, but determined voice sounded.

"Wait!"

Two simple words, but the soothing and relaxed atmosphere that had begun to change was brought back to a tense state. As if they had been immobilized under a spell, they stopped all movement, their eyes curiously searching for the source of the sound, wondering who had touched the Elder's brow at this time.

When Hao Yue'e heard these two words, her body couldn't help but tremble, and her face became very pale. She suddenly had a bad feeling. Because this voice belongs to her son, Zuo Hu!

He seemed to be bored with this voice that broke the normal atmosphere and order, and his eyebrows were furrowed, and he opened his eyelids lazily, and there was indifference in his eyes.

"Who's making the noise?"

There was a sense of tiredness in his voice, but it was majestic.

When the elder asked, Zuo Hu didn't dare to slack off, quickly sorted out his emotions, and slowly walked out of the column.

Gazing at him curiously, it was only then that people took a serious look at the boy who was called a waste of wood.

His thick, but silky black hair was simply tied up with a purple square clasp that graced back the hair and revealed a full, smooth forehead. The upper body wears a blue, white and black, half-sleeved checkered kaftan with black hair open collar, revealing an undershirt with black silk embroidery on the inside and a white hibiscus trim, and the two sleeves are in the half sleeves of the kaftan and the cuffs are buckled by jade belt wristguards inlaid with silver branches at the wrists. He seemed to have a special preference for silver, a pair of black embroidered silk pants were put on the same silver totem inlaid with Liuyun boots, and the wide belt with the Loukong pattern on his waist was still embedded with silver patterns. On either side of the belt, there is a special leather compartment, inserted in several sharp throwing knives, and a black handle sheathed short blade hangs on the other side, looming under the half-sleeved checkered pile. The whole person's clothes look casual and solemn. A few strands of hair casually spilled on his shoulders and shirt, matched with his delicate eyebrows, and inherited his mother's soft lips. At the age of twelve, although he is still childish, he is also a little handsome as a man. At this time, he walked calmly from the corridor formed by the column of people to the front of the dust.

When he passed by his mother's side, he paused in his footsteps and saw his mother's complicated expression of suspicion and worry.

Hao Yue'e asked in a trembling voice, "Hu'er, you... What are you going to do?!"

Zuo Hu's expression darkened, he knew that his mother loved him and loved him, and he was also very dependent on his mother's love. But I don't know when it started, his mother's excessive care and love made him feel pressure. As I grew older, I gradually realized that I had too much weight and too many responsibilities on my shoulders. I hate myself for being too poorly qualified. There's no way to carry those burdens.

I belong to the ancient bloodline that was once glorious, and I should be blessed. But on the contrary, because of those things that no longer exist, he has been questioned and ridiculed. Every time he saw his mother's eyes full of great expectations for him, Zuo Hu would feel ashamed. Gradually, shame turned into resentment. Sometimes he always thinks that if his mother hadn't told him everything, to be an ordinary immortal cultivator, or to be an ordinary mortal... Maybe it will make his life easier...

But there is no such thing as life maybe. Now there are only two roads in front of Zuo Hu, the first, under the protection of his mother, silently, ordinary, self-deception, survive for a lifetime, so that the glory and decline of the wolf blood Zuo clan will come to an end with his shameful life. Of course, this is not what Zuo Hu wants, if he lives like that for the rest of his life

and he could go crazy.

So he had to choose another path, leaving his mother's protection. Even if there is pain and failure, even if it leads to the abyss... No regrets!

"Mother, Hu'er won't let you down!"

After speaking, without waiting for his mother to dissuade him, he walked straight to Elder Chenkong, who was sitting on the wide Taishi chair, and bowed respectfully.

"Disciple Zuo Hu, pay homage to Elder Chenkong. ”

Chenkong's slightly long eyebrows were raised, he glanced up and down at Zuo Hu, and said lightly, "Hmm, Zuo Hu, what's the matter with you?" Zuo Hu straightened up, not a tall body, standing there straight and firm, his clothes and hair were slightly raised by the wind blowing through the hall, with the flying knife and dagger blade at his waist. made him look like a martial arts warrior in the mortal world, and he was not afraid of the aura of the elders of the foundation building period. This made Chenkong's eyes show a little appreciation, wanting to see what this usually unknown kid is going to do now, he stroked his beard and looked at Zuo Hu with some interest, who knew that what Zuo Hu said next almost made him pull his beard down!

"I'm going to Chiba Palace and participate in the Dead Warrior Cultivation!"