Thousands of mountains in the west, the polar place, the mountains are towering and green, the heavy rocks are stacked, it was sunny for a few days, and the mountains gradually revealed the original sparse forest and picturesque, the scenery of a hundred mountains withering. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's just that last night for some reason, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse one moment, and the next moment it was snowing heavily.

Between the mountains, several white figures roam the trees. They flew from one tree to the other, with branches under their feet, leaving only the snow powder scattered on the ground as the branches swayed.

One of them seemed to have discovered something, "Palace Master, there seems to be something here." ”

The person who was called the palace master was a woman in fluttering clothes, and when she heard this, she turned around and reprimanded first, "Xiao Fei, you forgot what I told you before, why do you still call me the palace master." ”

"There's no one here. Xiao Fei was a little noncommittal to her words and muttered quietly.

The woman didn't care about his reaction, and flew towards the place Xiao Fei was pointing at, and what she saw was a small mountain covered with snow, and there were a few trees next to it that looked like they were newly broken, and it looked like there should indeed be something underneath.

I saw that the woman's long sleeves waved, and immediately brought a gust of wind, and the snow on the ground was rolled up at once, and flew to other places in pieces.

When the snow cleared, the true face of the hill bag was finally revealed, and it turned out to be a pig-headed dog-like behemoth with black fur all over its body, and at this time it fell to the ground, and the leaves under its head were stained with its blood, and now after a night, it has become black. And in its hind hips, there is a long knife stuck in it.

A few people were not surprised when they saw the appearance of this giant beast, and Xiao Fei next to him seemed a little puzzled, "I have been looking for this red-eyed pig demon king all night, and he actually died here, I don't know who made it." "It turns out that these people are here to find this Akame Pig Demon King.

After that, he went up to inspect it for a while, and when he turned over the corpse, the doubts in his heart became even heavier, "Look at the wound behind the pig demon's ear, it should be a fatal injury, but it has a long knife inserted in its buttocks, and these two wounds are obviously not made by the same person." Looking at its fatal injury, it seems to be injured by strength, indicating that the person who shot it is at least an innate realm. ”

When the palace master heard him talk about the innate realm, he frowned, and then listened to him continue, "If the innate master makes a move, he can easily kill this red-eyed pig demon king, and this long knife behind the buttocks is not easy to explain." Looking at this long blade with autumn frost, the blade is like a mirror, and it is also a rare good knife, and it is actually inserted on the corpse like this, the owner of this knife must be unable to take it back, and he has no choice but to do it. Isn't-"

Hearing that he was still about to analyze, the palace master stepped forward and interrupted him, "Guess and guess out of thin air, what's the use, quickly dissect this demon corpse and bring it back to the camp." She turned to the people behind her, "Look around again and see if you find anything else." ”

After saying that, she stood aside by herself, and didn't look at Xiao Feijie's body of the red-eyed pig demon king, I don't know if she didn't deliberately look at it, or she couldn't bear it in her heart, afraid of seeing such a bloody scene.

Before Xiao Fei finished dismantling the body, the doorman No. 1 (second-level dragon set, I don't remember the name) who went out to search just now came back with a person on his shoulder. walked in front of the woman, put the person on the ground, revealing the appearance of the person on his shoulder, a handsome young man of sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a white scholar's robe, which was torn by something, and the flesh inside was also pierced into a blur of flesh and blood, and the chest of the original plain white robe was all stained dark red with blood.

The doorman No. 1, who carried him back, said to the woman: "I saw him not far ahead, but fortunately he was leaning against a tree, otherwise he would have been covered by snow, and I would not have found him." But it's useless, I don't look angry, I'm dead, I carried him back, I was thinking about whether he would be related to the death of the Akame Pig Demon King. “

The woman saw that the flesh and blood on his chest were blurred, and her brows furrowed again, "Looking at sixteen or seventeen years old, it should have nothing to do with the death of the pig demon king, maybe it was bad luck, I was implicated, and I was killed by the pig demon king." “

"If he was hit by this pig demon, then he would have struggled for a long time when he died, and it is estimated that he would have climbed to the edge of the big tree. Even if he was lucky, it snowed heavily last night, and the beasts in the forest did not haunt, otherwise he would have been divided by the beasts. Doorman No. 1 sighed.

"Hmph, dead is dead, what's the use of keeping the body, if you're really lucky, you should still have a breath now, just wait for us to him." Doorman No. 2 expressed disdain for his words.

"You-"

Before the doorman No. 1 could refute, he saw their palace master jump next to the young man's body in a flash, grab his hand, and calmly check his pulse.

The two people who were still noisy were silent now, quietly watching the palace master of their family giving a pulse to a corpse.

And the palace master who gave the corpse a pulse, his face sank like water at this time, and she obviously felt the heartbeat of the young man in front of her, but this time he would come to give him a pulse, but it was like holding a cold stone, and there was no heartbeat at all.

But she didn't give up, she didn't think that the heartbeat just now was her illusion, so she still kept calling the pulse, until she listened to more than three hundred breaths, she finally heard another heartbeat, and at the same time, there was also a trace of internal force flowing in his meridians, which ran around him, and then disappeared.

"Fake Death Turtle Breath!" was the thought that popped into her mind after listening to the pulse.

Regarding the feigned death turtle breath, she also heard her master once mention it to her in vague words, saying that there is such a technique in the martial arts, which can make a person leave a trace of vitality in a state of exhaustion of energy and frequent death, in fact, to put it bluntly, it is to reduce one's own life activities, reduce consumption, and keep the body immortal.

With a guess in mind, she stood up and said to the two men at the door, "Take him with you, and return to the camp in a moment to change his clothes." “

Both of them were stunned at the moment, and the second person in the door couldn't believe it, and said, "Palace Master, you mean, he's still alive?"

"Well, yes, it's alive. The woman ignored their shock at all, didn't explain it to them, and still stood aside, coldly waiting for Xiao Fei to dissect the body of the pig demon king.

Seeing that their palace master's expression was indifferent, the two didn't ask anymore, but just discussed this strange thing in a low voice together.

Doorman No. 2: "Do you think he's really alive?"

Doorman No. 1: "Nonsense, can the palace master still lie to us?"

Doorman No. 2: "I didn't say that the palace master lied to us, I just didn't expect to be able to live like this, do you think you thought of it?"

Doorman No. 1: "I didn't expect it, but this red-eyed pig demon king has come out, and it's not unusual for this person to be resurrected." “

Doorman No. 2: "Yes, yes, we are disciples of the Forgotten Palace, we shouldn't make such a fuss, you see how calm the palace master is." “

It turned out that this group of people was the martial arts holy land, the doorman of the Forgotten Immortal Palace, and that woman was the master of the Forgotten Palace who Zhang Muye had traveled thousands of miles to meet - the fifth forgetful word.