There was just a glimmer of light on the horizon. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 On the medicine mountain of the Han family, a sharp whistle sounded.

In Yaoshan, the color of the sky is always gray.

The rich yin qi was gathered here by the dense mountain formation, and it never dissipated. Once it is cloudy, it is even more black clouds overhead, like a prison, which makes people irritable and extremely depressed.

Han Qi scooped up a scoop of mountain spring from the courtyard and poured it on his face, it was cold, the whole person trembled, and the original sleepiness that was still a little dissipated immediately.

Even though it was early in the morning, the air in Yaoshan didn't feel fresh at all. Han Qi's chest was a little stuffy, and he couldn't help but cough a few times when he was so excited by the cold water, and there was even a little blood foam in his throat and eyes.

"Xiao Qi, there are still a few packs of Qi Gathering in the house, you go back and take it, don't hurt your body. ”

Out of the courtyard came an old man dressed in blue, his eyes full of worry and love. Han Qi glanced up at the old man and shook his head slightly.

"It's okay, grandpa has an old bone, so I don't need that. Xiao Qi, you are still young, and if you improve your cultivation in the future, you will be able to get out of this ghost place. Ahem, ahem!"

Uncle Han was a little anxious, and couldn't help but bend over and cough, and blood was faintly oozing from the corner of his mouth. Han Qi's face changed, and he hurriedly went up to support him, and then took out a pack of Qi Gathering Disperse from his arms and stuffed it into Uncle Han's hand.

Uncle Han couldn't understand the grandson he raised single-handedly, so he had to sigh helplessly and put away the gathering qi. Although Han Qi is cold and not good at words, he is 100% filial to his grandfather. With himself here, it would be a fool's dream to let Han Qi take it and take it alone.

It's a pity that he is just a small steward on this medicine mountain, not only can he not give Han Qi the slightest benefit, but on the contrary, he has been a slave on the mountain at a young age, and his vitality has been eroded by this evil aura.

The Han family is a family of demon cultivators, and all the cultivators from the descendants to the lowest-level slaves are demonic skills. Demon cultivation relies on all kinds of yin and evil qi between heaven and earth to cultivate, and the elixir that is taken on weekdays should be called magic potion to be precise, and it depends more on the growth of yin and evil qi.

Therefore, the formation of the medicine mountain naturally gathers the yin and evil qi. Although Yin Qi can also be regarded as a kind of Heaven and Earth Aura, it is cold and violent, and it is extremely harmful to the body. If a mortal lived in such a place with a strong yin qi, it would not take a few years to turn into dry bones. Unless you cultivate to build a foundation, or have all kinds of elixir treasures, you can resist this dangerous yin and evil aura.

The medicine slave is obviously the lowest existence of the Han family. Even if the Han family's medicine slaves perform magic skills, they are just the lowest goods. Most of the people here are also at the second or third level of Qi refining, and if someone breaks through to the middle stage of Qi refining, it will be amazing. These low-level Qi Refining Cultivators were no different from mortals, at most, they only extended their survival time by more than ten years. Expecting the Han family to be kind is even more impossible.

Han Qiqi, who has lived in Medicine Mountain since he was a child, can see those frail medicine slaves being corroded by the yin, coughing up dirty blood and fragments of internal organs, and turning into a person who is not a ghost or a ghost, and looks no different from a dried corpse. The lucky ones were casually thrown into mass graves, and the unlucky ones were pumped/out/blood marrow and brains turned into flower fertilizer. Only a steward like my grandfather could have good luck with a small tomb after death.

Han Qi himself also feels lucky, he was picked up by his grandfather since he was a child, and he has grown up here to be twelve years old now, although he coughs from time to time, he is still healthy.

This is due to the fact that when he was a child, his grandfather often used to recuperate for him, and he left the few Qi Gathering Disperses he took to him to resist the erosion of Yin Qi. But if it weren't for his drag, the grandfather of the sixth layer of qi refining would not have aged so quickly, and he would not have been any different from mortals in the past few years.

Therefore, Han Qicai was particularly unwilling.

It's not that he hasn't thought of a way to save his grandfather's aging and decaying body, but he can't do anything about it. The elixir to drive away yin evil is obviously not something that can be obtained by a medicine slave, and the elixir that can be hidden by the medicine mountain will only aggravate grandpa's condition. Grandpa was the only relative he had relied on for twelve years, Han Qi couldn't imagine what would happen to him if his grandfather died?

Every day when he saw the gray gloomy sky, Han Qi couldn't help but feel unwilling. He had been in this medicine mountain for twelve years, with no target in sight, just waiting for his blood to sink into the dirt and ossify into dust after a few decades.

There is no hope.

Even more desperate, he couldn't even think of any way to escape this fate.

Han Qi was not in a good mood, although he was still expressionless as usual, there was still a little anger in his eyes. When a few medicine slaves on the edge of the pool saw him coming, they even fetched water faster, and then hurriedly picked it up and left, for fear of running into him, a famous little evil star.

Han Qi sneered, too lazy to meet this group of guys who bully the weak and fear the hard.

Han Qi always felt that he shouldn't be such a person, he didn't seem to be living in this gloomy medicine mountain, driven by people until he died. He wanted to get out of the medicine mountain and out of the Han family. He wanted to see the blue sky and the bright daylight outside, and he wanted to become one of those legendary powerful monks. The more he grew accustomed to darkness and death, the more he longed to escape from such a fate, so that no one in this world could bully and despise him, and nothing could manipulate his life.

It's a pity......

Han Qi sighed secretly and took a step closer to the pool. These springs used to water the elixir are all drawn from the source of the mountain spring, which contains/contains a trace of aura, sweet and clear, and makes people feel refreshed. He looked down at the pool. The water was as clear as a mirror, clearly reflecting his reflection.

Some thin teenagers, with delicate faces and a little childishness, their skin is unnaturally pale because of the lack of sunlight in Yaoshan all year round, and they look quiet and shy. His clothes were shabby but clean, and a small silver scorpion was lying on his shoulder, playing with his hair. If he doesn't explain it, I'm afraid it's hard for anyone to imagine that the number of medicine slaves he has killed over the years is no less than his hands.

Suddenly, a little light lit up on the originally calm water.

It was black, jet black and shiny, reflected in the water like a small, round seed. Almost instantly, the thing went from small to large, and a long black light fell straight down in the gray sky reflected in the water.

Han Qi's pupils shrank slightly.

An indescribable panic welled up in his heart. It's the instinct of a weak life to feel danger, even if the reflection of the unknown black light looks no bigger than a fingernail, even if it still falls down in the sky.

Han Qi felt that his scalp was about to explode, and his whole body was numb, and his intuition told him that if he didn't run away, he would die here in the next second.

But he couldn't move. The black light had arrived, and its reflection was no longer visible on the water. It seemed to foresee that Han Qi was about to escape, unleashing an invisible power that imprisoned all his movements. Unable to even blink, his breathing stopped, and Han Qi could only watch as the black light flickered on the surface of the water for the last time.

The air froze at this moment, as if Han Qi had been sealed in a transparent box, unable to move!

Han Qi felt as if he had lost all his abilities, his breathing stagnated, his eyes were pitch black, and the next second was extreme pain.

It was as if countless sharp blades were turning in his flesh and tearing him apart little by little, and even the bones were turned into dust and dust. The blood seemed to be boiling hot, and it was as clear as frost. Han Qi clearly heard the sound of his own heartbeat, like the thunder of war drums, every time he beat, his head hurt even more, and the blood vessels in his body seemed to explode.

But Han Qi was still awake.

Even he didn't know why he was still holding on, every second was an ordeal, but he still hung there with his breath, even though the only reason he had left told him that it would be better to give up.

Perhaps, this is the instinct of human survival. Even if the pain is like falling into hell, even if it is as humble as a sludge ant, it still carries the last expectation of survival, and does its best to live and live better. Some people may give up themselves in the face of pain and just want to die, but he ...... I want to live!

The pain slowly waned, and finally it was gone, and everything was back to normal.

Han Qi's eyes were a little sloppy, he stared at the calm water in a daze, his mind was blank, and it took a long time to recall what had happened, full of joy and horror for the rest of his life.

Han Qi sat on the ground and rested for a while before he felt that his body had regained a little strength, and his hands and feet were no longer weak. He lowered his head and took a closer look. Everything is the same as before, nothing has changed. His limbs were sound and his cultivation was unchanged, and if it weren't for the cold sweat-soaked clothes, which were as embarrassed as if he had just fallen into a pool, he would have thought that it was just his hallucination.

But what kind of hallucination can cause such real feelings?

Of course, this is impossible, at least with Han Qi's knowledge. It wasn't until Han Qi took off his shirt and wrung it out that he suddenly found that a mark had been born out of thin air in his heart!

This mark is about the size of a child's palm, and at first glance it is a dark black like ink, but on closer inspection, it is found that it is an extremely deep dark green that has almost condensed into black. The imprint is beautiful, like thorns entwined with flowers, engraved on pale skin, giving birth to a mysterious and dangerous beauty/feeling.

It's just that Han Qi didn't appreciate it at this moment, recalling the pain before, this beautiful mark was tantamount to a demon in his eyes, and it was even more terrifying than that.

After all, no matter how fierce the ghost is, there is it in the mass grave behind the medicine mountain, as long as he hides, he can't harm anyone, but this mark is really imprinted on him!

Han Qi also knew more or less that those monks who had really stepped into the path of cultivation were unpredictable, far from being something that he could guess at the moment as a little guy with two levels of qi refining, and he was even more terrified in his heart, lest he fall for some evil spell. However, no matter how much he studied, except for the strange black mark that appeared inexplicably, he couldn't see anything wrong with him for a while. What's more, even if there is really any crisis, can it be solved with his strength?

Han Qi was cast a shadow in his heart, but he had to admit the reality that he was powerless.

He slowly stood up, picked up the bucket that had just fallen to the ground, and hurriedly fetched half a bucket of water as if he didn't dare to look at the pool again, turned around and ran to the medicine field he was responsible for, and started today's work.