As soon as the sun rises, smoke rises from every household in Xiaoguan Village. The women were busy with the family's meals around the stove, and at the same time urging the children who were still lying in bed and could not get up.

The old Su family in the east of the village suddenly heard a roar from the east of the river. A thin black boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old sprang out of the yard with a bun in his mouth, dodging a straw sandal that flew behind him.

"Brother Jiuming, go to the back mountain again, take me one!" Da Zhuang squatted at the door of his house, holding a sea bowl and snorting noodles, and shouted at the figure running over.

The young man did not stop, only vaguely answered.

"Look at what! Hurry up to school after eating!" Liu Xiaohua twisted her big ears and carried him back to the house.

"You don't mess around with the Su family. I still want to follow him to run like crazy, and put you up to it!"

"Mother, tap it, your ears are going to fall off!"

I don't blame Liu Xiaohua for this attitude. You must know that Su Jiuming is in Xiaoguan Village, which is synonymous with a bastard.

Although because his stepmother was not a good person, he didn't even let him go to school. But how to learn that kind of skill, I will have a job to eat in the future. Who would have thought, this Su Jiuming didn't do anything, relying on those rumors in the village, he ran to the back mountain every day and said that he was looking for some immortals.

In fact, there are quite a few graves in the back mountain.

Before a tomb, the tomb looked extremely new, and it should have been erected for only a few days. There was a sign in front of the grave with no name on it, because no one in the village knew what his name was. Probably only the old man from a long time ago knew.

Su Jiuming was holding a broken porcelain bowl in his hand, which contained a little wine, which Su Jiuming secretly took out from home, and was scolded by his stepmother again early in the morning because of this incident.

Su Jiuming said anything about him, ran to the back mountain by himself, and swallowed the dry bun in two or three sips with the dew on the leaves.

The front of the grave was unexpectedly clean and tidy, which was specially cleaned by Su Jiuming, and there was an oiled paper bag on the side.

Su Jiuming wiped his hands on the not very clean clothes, and carefully opened the oiled paper bag. I saw two worn-out books neatly placed inside.

This book was left to him by the old teacher in the village before he died. The old teacher came from outside, had no children and no daughters all his life, and lived alone in a grass hut. Except for him, a motherless wild child, basically no one in the village would listen to his nagging.

Su Jiuming is not simply concerned about the lonely and widowed elderly. Since he lost his mother at the age of six, when his father married that woman into the door, he knew that he could not rely on anyone in this family.

His stepmother is not a good person, and his father Su Dashan is also a submissive son who has no opinions, and it is estimated that even Botian will be stingy with him when he divides the family in the future. If he doesn't want to learn a craft, it is estimated that he Su Jiuming will not even be able to eat a full meal in the future.

According to the village chief, Mr. Lao used to teach in a private school in Nancheng. Although this old man has not saved much money, his vision experience is enough to benefit the children of a closed village. Although he said a lot of things, it was difficult for Su Jiuming to understand and believe, and he always felt that he was bragging and fooling people.

"Old man, you're gone, who's going to teach me how to read?"

Su Jiuming sighed, the old teacher passed away a few days ago, this grave was made by the people in the village, the old teacher has no relatives and no reason, and only Su Jiuming will come to take a look.

"Old man, you told me to come over a few days after I died, saying that there was something left for me, and everyone was gone, what else was left?

After reading the books left by the old teacher for a while, Su Jiuming loosened his stiff body, looked up to see that the sun was almost time to eat, and got up and prepared to go back.

"What sound?" Su Jiuming stopped, dragging the vine with one hand and pricking up his ears on the other.

There was a faint noise from the side of the mountain. One moment it seemed like the roar of a wild beast, and the next it seemed like the crackling sound of a mountain.

Su Jiuming was a little panicked, and sped up to climb down the mountain.

With a loud bang, the whole mountain shook suddenly, and the loose rocks fell down and caused a landslide. The vines suddenly broke, and Su Jiuming only had time to hold his head with both hands, and then rolled down with the rocks.

A mountain rock hit Su Jiuming's thin body straight up, and the huge impact made Su Jiuming faint directly after tasting only a mouthful of fishy sweetness.

In a coma, he didn't see it, and the space behind him seemed to have been cut by a sharp blade with a huge opening, engulfing his body in an instant. After a jolt, it closed silently, as if it had never been seen before.

The people of Xiaoguan Village searched all night after the landslide, and only found a rag hanging from the branch of the broken tree.

......

Before he could open his eyes, Su Jiuming was rudely picked up by a big hand, and he let out a choking cough from the suddenly tightened collar.

"What's going on? Why doesn't this kid have spiritual powers?"

"I guess the injury is too serious, and the spiritual power is suppressed. ”

"Tsk, really, let's throw him aside, if there's not enough people to throw him in. ”

A strong force threw him out, and Su Jiuming fell heavily to the ground, and his already seriously injured body became more and more dying.

Trying to open his eyes, Su Jiuming's pupils shrank in fright by the scene in front of him.

It's a narrow col. It was supposed to be spring, but there wasn't even a single green blade of grass nearby, only a few old trees scattered on the bare mountain wall.

There was a foul smell wafting through the air, like swill mixed with blood that had been running for days, and I don't know where it came from. Except for human voices, there is no strange sound of animals.

He was surrounded by people who were tied up. They stared at the other group of people walking freely. Even though he wasn't gagged, he didn't make any sound, as if he was gagged.

A group of scantily dressed, dark-skinned, lean adult men picked up the tied men on the ground and threw them into a pool of scarlet blood. Every time one person is thrown in, a bubble rises from the pool. Obviously, there was no heavy object tied, but I didn't see a person float up, only a trace of black gas kept floating out of the pool, as if those people had melted into the pool water.

Su Jiuming's eyes widened in horror, he had just seen clearly that those who were walking around actually had small black horns on their foreheads!

He realized in hindsight that this was not Xiaoguan Village!

Why is he here? Who are these people? Or are these horned guys human?

Not far away, an old man with white eyebrows spurted out a mouthful of blood, coughed and scolded loudly, "Si Ming, as a famous monk, you are actually willing to fall and cultivate the Demon Dao!"

"I didn't expect that there was still a spiritual power here that could break through spells. The man named Si Ming walked over. The small, soft-looking horns look like they've just grown out, and they're not the same as the hard horns of other people.

When those men saw Si Ming coming over, they all subconsciously took a step back, as if to make way for Si Ming. Obviously, this person named Si Ming is the leader of the non-human guy.

"Who is my Dao, it turns out to be the Eighth Elder of the Secret Cloud Sect. Si Ming's tone was relaxed like an old friend he hadn't seen for many years. Looking at the Eighth Elder who scolded regardless of his image, he chuckled.

"Don't be so angry, I've just found a way to make me stronger. ”

"Falling demons are not tolerated by heaven and earth, and if you go against the heavens and refine such evil things, you will be punished by heaven!"

Si Ming frowned, his originally delicate face was full of evil aura due to the cultivation of the Demon Dao. With a wave of his hand, he called the demon standing on the side, pointed at the Eighth Elder and ordered, "Throw this old man in first, it's too noisy." ”

"Yes, sir. ”

Su Jiuming desperately suppressed the bloody taste gushing out of his mouth, but he didn't control the itching in his throat and vomited.

"Huh, why does this hurt so badly?"

"Lord Hui, it may be that this kid is too weak, and the people below him are not accurate, so he is a little heavier. ”

"Tsk, there's not even a bit of spiritual power left. Si Ming clapped his hands and motioned for the person who spoke to pick Su Jiuming up.

"There aren't enough people, and this dead one can't be used, so let's go and throw him and the old man down first." ”

The fear of death made Su Jiuming struggle desperately, but he couldn't shake that hand in the slightest. He burst into tears, looking at the pool of blood not far away in despair, he hadn't learned to settle accounts, he hadn't made a lot of money, he hadn't returned home, he hadn't slapped his stepmother's face, was he going to die like this?