What came into view was a stone tablet in the long grass, the stone tablet stood in the long grass, just covered by the long grass, only half of the stele body was exposed, Zhao Zheng turned to the back of the stele, only to see that the stele body was still sticking to half of the yellow withered paper, which was just torn by himself.

He was curious, and tore off the remaining half of the paper, only to see that the paper was dry and yellow, as if it was an old thing, and when he stretched out to his eyes to look carefully, he saw that the half of the yellow paper was still sealed with small handwriting like ants, Zhao Zheng was extremely eyesighted, and after looking at it for a long time, he saw clearly that it was written intermittently: ...... The name of the stone is like a ...... Ancient Enchantment...... It is the ...... of the town.

The rest of the eyes are not very clear, and they are not legible, these words on the scrap paper, Zhao Zheng saw that it was inexplicably a mess, and saw that there was a big red mark printed on the lower corner of the paper, and eight faint small characters could be vaguely identified on it: Fu is in the demon town, and Fu is lost and the demon is out.

These eight small characters, Zhao Zheng was stunned, gasped, he faintly felt that something was wrong, he was afraid that he was wrong, rubbed his eyes vigorously, touched the scrap paper closer, and looked at it carefully, although the small characters were blurred because of the age, it was a stroke of the structure, and the font was strong: Fu is in the demon town, and the Fu is lost and the demon is out.

Zhao Zheng had no reason to feel a cold air stringing up from his backbone, his face was pale, and he was stunned for a moment, and then he was shocked. Fear rose in his heart little by little, he didn't dare to move, his eyes turned around in his sockets, and the mountains were silent and silent. The silence in the mountains was no different from Fang Cai, but his mood changed, unpredictable fear came, and he could only stand still.

Zhao Zheng's mind was chaotic for a while:

The stele in front of me must be a demon stone, this piece of broken paper is also a talisman, why don't you want to think about what paper can be in this deep mountain for no reason, so you recklessly tear it off?

When he was panicked, he reached out and pasted the scrap of paper on the stone tablet, but how could he paste it?

To know the matter of the talisman, it is all a little aura when the talisman was placed, firmly imprisoned in the things given, and now that the aura has been discharged, how can it be as before?

But the matter of the talisman, since mortals can't uncover it, Zhao Zheng accidentally bumped into it, and ate a miracle medicine, so he has this divine power, otherwise the demon stele has been exposed to the barren mountains for hundreds of years, how can no people in the past remove it?

Zhao Zhengjun pasted it more than a dozen times in a row, and as soon as the yellow paper left his hand, he was about to land, and he had no nostalgia for the stele.

Zhao Zheng saw that he couldn't stick the talisman, and he was uneasy in his heart, for fear that in the blink of an eye, a demon would break through the stone and rush out.

Three times and twice, it is really impossible, but see that the stele does not move, and there is nothing abnormal, Zhao Zheng looks around, the mountains are dark, the moisture is very thick, there is really no way to think at the moment, thirty-six plans to go for the best policy, he threw away the remnants of the talisman in his hand, ran up in the long grass, passed by the red fruit, he also had no intention of picking the fruit, even too lazy to look at it, ran to the slope, stretched out his head to look down, high can be two or three zhang, see a few glances, then afraid of high dizziness, when he came up, it was very lucky, how can he still go down at this moment?

He had to turn back and see if there was a way down the mountain, and he ran back and forth several times, either on the cliffs or on the mountains connected to the slopes, and there was no way down the mountain.

At this moment, Zhao is like a person at the end of his rope, he really wants to cry without tears.

No wonder this red fruit tree is so lush but no one picks it, it turns out that this place is a lonely post that no one can reach, and no wonder the monsters will be towned here, and it is difficult for people to reach.

Zhao Zheng hated himself in his heart, if he hadn't been greedy and wanted to eat fruits, where would he be forced to the Jedi at this moment?

My throat is also very strange, just now my mouth was dry, but now I have no thirst at all, but it's really weird, it's really weird.

The more Zhao Zheng thinks about it, the more unjust he becomes, but it is better to complain about others than to complain about himself, and he has to complain about himself, the more Zhao Zheng thinks about it, the more angry he becomes, the more he thinks about it, the more he hates, if he is not like this, if he is not like himself, he will not be forced to have no way to go to heaven and earth like this.

He paced back and forth in hatred, and the long grass on the ground was also trampled by him, and he was listless.

The more anxious he became, the more he couldn't think of a way at all.

Inadvertently, his eyes touched the Demon Suppression Monument not far away.

There's a great fear there, and if you're not careful, it might explode.

The more he was afraid that the Demon Monument would crack and the monster would be born, the more he would see that the Demon Monument would be indifferent.

Shouldn't there be any monsters here, this town demon tablet is just an ordinary stone tablet, and the talisman on it is just a joke made by someone.

Zhao Zheng thought to himself like this, but immediately felt that his idea was really stupid.

It was as if he was waiting, waiting for that moment to come.

But that moment didn't come, and he was indifferent.

At that moment, there will be a great fear that will consume you and get your wish.

But that moment didn't come.

Waiting is the most unbearable, even if it is a painful pain, it is better than the torment of waiting.

At this time, Zhao Zheng seemed to hope that the monster would be born as soon as possible.

Seeing that the sky was darkening deeply, he was so anxious that he couldn't go, and if he didn't go, he was scared, so he wasn't bitter.

He paced back and forth, unable to settle down for a moment, sometimes looking up at the sky, sometimes looking into the distance of nowhere, at this time his mood was like a mess of silk, and he couldn't figure out a clue, the most hated was himself, the most resentful was himself, if he was himself, if he had a lot of ifs in his heart, if there was really a if it happened, he wouldn't be what he is now, but no, not even half a if.

Zhao Zheng was full of indignation, and he had nothing to vent, and he smashed out with a volley of hatred.

But then he felt something hit him, and the pain caused him to retract his fist, but at the same time he heard a muffled cracking sound.

When he looked at it, the Demon Suppression Monument was suddenly breaking apart from the middle.

He was momentarily stunned, and his open mouth could no longer be closed.

Why did the Demon Suppression Monument break off? I don't know if it was the power of my own punch? Or was it just the right time for the monster to be born?

He looked at his fist, except for feeling some pain, there was no flesh and skin injury, and he was angry just now, but he smashed the void with all his strength, he just didn't know, it was good that he paced to the place of the demon stele, and he just smashed his fist on the demon stele, and the demon stele cracked like this.

The Demon Suppression Monument was smashed open by the head, slowly cracking through it, and the broken monument slowly fell to both sides.

Zhao Zheng didn't know what would happen next, his eyes were wide open, and there was cold sweat on his forehead, he had heard countless legends about monsters before, and the legends were all about how the monsters were seven feet tall, with eyes as big as Ling, and mouth as big as a basin, how to devour people alive, how to chew people's liver and gallbladder alive......

Zhao Zheng was stunned for a moment, how could he accidentally smash on the demon monument so carelessly?

For a while, there was a lot of silence in the mountains, and the Demon Suppression Monument seemed to have stopped breaking, showing the world his deep scars, Zhao Zheng could only hear the sound of his heart beating fiercely at the moment, and it seemed that his heart was also about to flee from his body because of fear.

Time and space were very quiet, and a trace of wind blew, and a bead of his sweat fell down and dripped onto a long grass, and the long grass would immediately bend down, like an unbearable burden.

Hearing only a click, the Demon Suppression Monument that had stopped breaking began to crack downwards again.

The silence was broken, and Zhao Zheng's heart seemed to be shaken.

The stele slowly cracked, and the cracks were straight, like broken bamboo, straight down.