The west sinks and the east rises, alternating day and night.

This shift between black and white may have been around since 10,000 years ago, and has remained unchanged until now. Later, traces of people appeared on the land of Kyushu.

With the passage of time, they have established a period of immortal history and mythology on the vast land of Kyushu. But without exception, many people have a natural fear of the night, and I wonder if they always feel that there will be unknown things in the deep darkness that will hurt them?

However, people's ** is endless. Especially when something is born, everyone rushes to it, and everyone doesn't want to put it in their own pockets.

The treasure of the world, the virtuous live in it. How many people believe this kind of nonsense? As long as you can get what you dream of, it is to play a danger hidden in the dark, so why not?

The night was dark, and the occasional blue light not far away was inexplicably strange against the backdrop of the forest.

The night seemed a little long.

The smell of blood pouring into his nostrils grew stronger, and some of the smell was even more disgusting. Under the crisp sound of "Zheng", several magic weapons were sacrificed. Under the light of the magic weapon, bloodless faces were printed, and these people who had long since died had a frightened expression on their faces, as if they had seen something that should not be seen.

Death is not blind, but at this moment it is extremely appropriate.

"Vomit" Although a young woman had been mentally prepared, after seeing this scene, she still felt a feeling of nausea uncontrollably. She hurried to a tree, bent over and gagged, as if she were about to vomit bile.

The crowd was startled, and after a moment of silence, a man stepped forward, looked at the woman with a regretful face, and comforted softly: "Senior sister, how is it? How can there be so many dead people?

The man looked at the woman in front of him and felt uncomfortable, although he was also shocked by this scene, but no matter what, he couldn't be ashamed in front of his beloved sister. So he smiled and said, "Don't be afraid if it's okay, Master and Uncle are all here, and there will be no danger." As he spoke, he took out a handkerchief from his bosom and handed it over.

Hearing this, the woman slowly stopped crying, reached out to catch the handkerchief, and covered her mouth and nose with the handkerchief under the man's gaze. A faint fragrance came from the handkerchief, the woman blushed slightly and was about to say thanks, her face turned snow-white in an instant, and a stronger smell of blood came over, as if it came from the palm of her hand.

The woman lifted her handkerchief tremblingly, and looked at her hand in the faint light, a red, thick, slightly coagulated blood clinging to her palm. She looked down at the tree beside her with a pale face, most of it was covered in blood, most of it had solidified, but some were dripping down the tree. The woman looked at the big tree, and walked slowly over like a demon, and the man looked at it in his eyes and said strangely: "Senior sister, junior sister?"

The woman turned a deaf ear, slowly walked behind the tree, and saw a person leaning against the tree, and had been out of breath for a long time. She reached out to touch the man, and with a slight force, the man fell down involuntarily. "Bang" The man's head hit the ground, and his eyes were full of blood red. There was a roar in the woman's head, and then she stepped back suddenly, her hands over her ears, and she screamed, "Ahhh

The scream spread far away in the empty and silent woods, like a thunderclap across the silent night sky, causing a commotion.

In the distance, something seemed to be alarmed in the deeper woods.

In the crowd with him, an old man's face changed, he quickly looked around, and then shouted in a low voice: "Stinky boy don't pull your junior sister over, what do you want to do?"

The man was originally stunned in place, but after being scolded, he quickly woke up, quickly ran to the woman's side, covered her mouth, and hurriedly said, "Senior Sister Wenxin, don't shout, here... Here, hey, I'll take you to the master!" he said, taking her back into the crowd despite Wen Xin's struggles.

The old man glared at the man, swept a slap to the back of his head, and said hatefully: "Why don't you look at Wen Xin! Do you want us all to die here?" The man looked aggrieved, and didn't dare to talk back, glanced at Wen Xin out of the corner of his eye, and saw that although she didn't shout, her eyes were dazed, and he hurriedly said: "The apprentice knows that it's wrong! Master, you first look at what is wrong with the junior sister, it doesn't seem right?"

The old man snorted, no longer bothered with the man, and was about to turn around to look at Wen Xin, but heard a sharp sound in front of him. His face changed drastically, and he waved his hand suddenly: "Be careful, pay attention to your surroundings!"

As soon as the words fell, the people around the old man took out their magic weapons and blades, forming a circle, concentrating on vigilance. This action was smooth, and the old man saw it in his eyes, and his heart was shocked: Aren't these disciples all diligent when they come out to do Taoism?

Immediately, he dispelled this thought, probably because he understood that everyone was afraid of this environment, and he had been secretly on guard for a long time. At that moment, he shook off these thoughts, sacrificed the magic weapon and pointed ahead.

A ray of light swept by, and the darkness of the trees ahead was swept away in that instant. Everyone saw a flower in front of them, and before they could make any movements, they heard a soft "huh" from someone in front of them.

The light faded, and everything returned to darkness. This instantaneous change made the old man and others a little uncomfortable, so they had to hold their breath and wait.

Then, slowly, several figures walked over.

Nine people, all young men. The first person was dressed in a moon-white robe, with a handsome appearance and a tall posture and an extraordinary bearing. Looking at the other eight people, they are all magnificent, and they know that they are dragons and phoenixes among people.

The old man saw it in his eyes, and sighed slightly in his heart, and immediately knew that these nine people were definitely famous families, or children of families. He was relieved in his heart, knowing that these people were definitely not some evil crookedness, and as for the corpses everywhere, it would not be his doing, so he slowly put down the magic weapon, and at the same time waved his hand to the people around him, signaling that there was no need to be nervous.

Seeing that everyone in front of him had eliminated a little bit of vigilance, the moon-white man smiled faintly and arched his hand towards the old man: "I have seen my predecessors in my later life. ”

The old man saw that he was polite, and there was no arrogance at all, so he also replied: "Xiaoyou is polite, I don't know what sect you come from?"

The man didn't care either, and said with a smile: "Although the master has a bit of prestige, the juniors don't dare to use it to deceive at will, and I ask the seniors to forgive me." ”

The old man listened to it in his ears, and his heart was slightly unhappy, but he was relieved after thinking about it. Based on the current scene at this moment, it is not clear whether it is friend or foe, and if you report the faction at will, I don't know if there will be some hidden dangers. When the old man saw that this man was so steady at a young age, he felt a little more appreciative in his heart, and waved his hand again and again: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

The man bowed his head slightly, and looked at the people around the old man one by one, but saw that there was a woman in the crowd who looked quite abnormal, as if she had been frightened by something. After thinking about it for a few moments, he said to the old man: "Senior, I see that girl seems to be frightened, I don't know if it matters?"

The old man frowned when he heard this, looked at Wen Xin and sighed: "The little apprentice is not mentally strong, and he is scared like this when he sees a few dead people, and the old man is also dull." ”

The man shook his head and smiled: "The seniors said they laughed," he said and took out a small jade bottle from his arms, poured out a pill, walked up to the old man and handed it with both hands: "This is the Qingxin Pill made by the junior master, it has a certain effect on calming the heart and concentrating, you might as well let this girl give it a try." ”

The old man looked at the elixir, the whole body was green, and a fragrance came to his nose, and if he looked carefully, there seemed to be a clear qi in the elixir that kept turning, and he said continuously: "Xiaoyou is too polite, this kind of elixir is too wasteful for the little apprentice, please take it back." As he spoke, the old man seemed to think of something again, and said softly: "Qingxin Dan, I seem to have heard it somewhere, it seems to be..."

The man smiled slightly, put the elixir in the old man's hand, and the sleeve robe was lightly swayed. Then he looked at the old man with a respectful look on his face and said, "The junior is from Liuyun Valley. ”