The old man glanced at Zhou Cong and the three of them with a frightened face, rubbed his dim eyes vigorously, and couldn't help but blush slightly when he found that it was indeed the three of them who were still alive in front of him. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Ahem, I just remembered that I still have something," he said, turning his head and leaving.

But he couldn't go, Zhou Cong jumped over, stretched out his hand and grabbed the old man's neck, and said, "Why did the old thing frame us?"

"Ahem, ahem!" The old man was pinched by Zhou Cong's big hand like iron tongs, and he kept coughing, with a begging for mercy on his face.

"Good boy, let go of our village chief!" said a few young men who seemed to be young men, rushing up from all sides like hungry tigers pounced.

Zhou Cong grabbed the old man with his right hand, but he didn't turn around, and his left hand slapped down to the ground, and suddenly the energy centered on Zhou Cong slammed into the surroundings like a circle.

Knock, knock, knock! Several people fell to the ground in embarrassment, but the soft force did not hurt them. Even though they used to cultivate to a high level, their aura was suppressed here, and they were no different from ordinary people.

The faces of everyone including the old man were even more surprised, and with a hint of surprise, the old man gasped and said, "You~You~ Your aura here can't suppress your cultivation?"

Zhou Cong smiled lightly, did not speak, and pinched the old man's hand and couldn't help but loosen.

"Gongzi Zhou, can you go back to the village with me?" the old man said in a pleading tone.

Zhou Cong said without hesitation: "Lead the way!"

The Zhuangzi in the old man's mouth is just a small village, and the dozens of dilapidated houses on the side of a narrow road can be regarded as a small Zhuangzi. The old man's house was at one end of the village, with a courtyard wall made of fences, a thatched roof, and a simple little house where the old man lived.

A few people sat down in the house, the old man looked out of the window with a frightened face, and suddenly burst into tears, knelt down to the three people, and said: "I know that a few people must not be ordinary people, little old man dare not expect you to help me get out of here, just to save my grandson!"

Yu Ruyi's sissy was headed by Zhou Cong at this time, and she couldn't help but look at Zhou Cong, but there was more hazy mist in her eyes. Zhou Cong knew that Yu Ruyi and the others wanted to help the old man in their hearts.

"Okay! How can I help you?"

Seeing that Zhou Cong was relieved, the old man's wrinkled face couldn't help but stretch a little, so he clapped his hands and shouted, "Come in!"

Suddenly the curtain of the door was opened, and a handsome, but cowering young man walked in, the old man stood up suddenly, and hung his hands as if the person opposite was not his grandson, but he was more like the grandson of the young man.

The young man was dressed in coarse gray clothes, and his dull eyes looked at the old man as if he was inadvertent: "Grandpa!"

The old man's body couldn't help but be shocked, his face was flushed, and his chest was puffed up, but his voice was like a mosquito: "Mirage, go and see a few benefactors!"

"Oh" The young man seemed to reluctantly agree, and owed slightly to the three of them, but his eyes were as bright as stars in the sky, and he said: "My name is Mirage, and I am twenty years old this year!"

Zhou Cong and the others also owed a return gift, and asked, "The village chief has something to say, but it doesn't hurt to talk about it." ”

The old man sighed leisurely, and said all the words in his heart, but it turned out that the old man and his party came here from the Tianluo Continent by chance thirty years ago, originally with the hope of becoming a peerless powerhouse. But I found that no matter how high you cultivated when you were outside, life here was no different from that of a mortal. And those who were originally here were not immortals, but people from different regions who were trapped here. The old man himself has changed from the appearance of a middle-aged man to an old man.

Even so, it doesn't matter if you are born peacefully, old age, sick or die, but there is a strange rule in this city, that is, three places are set aside every year to worship the gods. Unfortunately, this place fell on Mirage's head......

Zhou Cong listened quietly, his eyes shining with a cunning light, nodded and agreed, and then asked, "Can I go out if my cultivation is not suppressed?"

The old man shook his head and said, "I heard that only one person can enter and leave freely, and that is the city lord of this Tianluo City!" But the city lord's whereabouts are uncertain, no one has ever seen him, and there is not even a single person in the city lord's mansion, but everyone knows that the city lord must be in this Tianluo City!"

Yu Ruyi interjected: "Then since no one has ever seen the city lord, how can they know that the city lord must exist?"

The old man's face couldn't help but be a little solemn, and his body trembled a little and said, "Because, every time we pass by the City Lord's Mansion, we can feel that kind of palpitating aura!"

Zhou Cong said: "Could it be that there is something emitting a breath, and there is no city lord at all?"

The old man shook his head firmly, and said in horror: "There were people who didn't believe in the existence of any city lord, and they met to visit the city lord's mansion at night, but the next day, there were a few more shriveled corpses at the gate of the city lord's mansion. There was a note on the corpse that said "trespassing!"

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Suddenly, he asked, "How do you know that those people must have trespassed, and not that they were still at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion after being killed?"

"You doubt me?" the old man couldn't help but be a little angry, but then he said with a face full of fear, "Because I am one of the four people who visited the City Lord's Mansion at night!"

"What?" Zhou Cong couldn't help but look the old man up and down: "But you ......"

"Am I still alive, right?" The old man was also a man with advanced cultivation and iron strength, but at this time, with tears in his eyes, his trembling hands gently unbuttoned the buttons on his chest.

Zhou Cong couldn't help retching a little when he looked at it, only to see that the old man didn't have even a trace of muscle below his neck, and the ribs were across his chest, and the beating heart inside turned out to be a dark red stone.

"I thought I was lucky, but I didn't expect it to be the most unfortunate one," the old man said indignantly: "Since then I have become a monster who cannot die, but for the sake of my little grandson, I have no choice but to listen to the devil's dispatch!

Zhou Cong couldn't help but be stunned, and asked, "Are you so sure that I can run out?"

The old man shook his head again and said, "But I want to take a gamble, because you are different from others, only you can cultivate here for so many years without being suppressed!"

"Okay!" Zhou Cong said.

Seeing that Zhou Cong agreed, the old man smiled miserably, that smile and its satisfaction, it was a loveless smile, only to see that he suddenly seemed to be crazy, and suddenly hit his head on the hard stone house wall.

In an instant, the old man's brain splattered on the ground, and the dark red blood water flowed slowly on the ground, and soon seeped into the ground, leaving only a faint mark on the ground. The imprint was like a few words: "Nine-story floating slaughter"