It was dark outside, with a long passage connecting it, and there was no one there.

I don't know where the passage extended, and a large stream of cold wind continued to pour in. Under the whining ghostly scream, combined with the oppressive atmosphere, it makes people feel creepy for a while. Even with Zhou Nan's courage, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Gritted his teeth, gathered his mind, walked forward for a while, and seeing that it was not yet the end, Zhou Nan frowned and rushed back.

At such a distance, he didn't feel at ease about leaving Bu Wan'er there alone, if something happened to him, it would be a little bad. Negligence is always a deadly devil, and he does not dare to be careless.

After half a cup of tea, he returned to the hut and looked at the pale girl on the bed, Zhou Nan sighed helplessly, took out the sealed dragon coffin, and packed Bu Wan'er. The coffin shrunk and turned into a small pendant, which hung on his wrist.

"Sleep well, and hopefully when you come out again, you can recover. Hundred tribes and tribes, can you still catch up?" muttered, Zhou Nan walked out of the hut again, and strode forward along the dark passage.

The passage was very deep and long, and after half an hour, the eyes lit up, and then it came to an end.

After not seeing the sun for a long time, Zhou Nan paused, squinted his eyes slightly, and adapted for a moment. He took a deep breath, threw away those unrealistic ideas, and walked out boldly with steady steps.

If it comes, it will be safe, and the timid person will scare himself after all.

There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village, and the ancients are honest and do not deceive me.

But alas. This sentence is placed on Zhou Nan's body, and it is obviously not used. It was turned upside down.

People are backed, and their teeth are stuffed when they drink cold water. Even the Buddha sprayed rice.

Therefore, as soon as the poof came out, Zhou Nan didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief. An old voice rushed over quickly. It seemed that the terrifying gap between far and near, just suddenly, shook everything and penetrated deep into the depths of his mind, which was tantamount to an ant bite.

There was a muffled sound of 'buzz', and Zhou Nan only felt that it was dark in front of him, and he stumbled under his feet. I almost didn't get on my feet. He planted his head on the ground. The enemy is really not ordinarily powerful, the huge pressure, the depressed Zhou Nan wants to vomit blood.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, Zhou Nan drank violently, and he used all the strength of his body to forcibly drive the voice out of the air.

Turning his head, his face gloomy, Zhou Nan gritted his teeth. Staring at the old man not far away.

The old man was wearing a bright red robe, and the color was very bright, as if it had been infected with blood. Just take a light breath and you can smell the thick smell of blood. The body shape is very felt. It's like a monkey. The face was shrouded in a layer of gray fog, and it was impossible to see it really.

The whole person is seen as an entity. But like a phanthropus. Except for the blood red that caught the eye, and the terrifying sound that lingered in the ears. Something else. Zhou Nan couldn't see anything, and he couldn't detect it. That's what it looks like. Unusual ghosts.

"Who are the seniors? The juniors don't remember when they offended you, why do you want to plot against you?" took a deep breath and suppressed his trembling legs, Zhou Nan's expression was cold, seemingly respectful, but in fact he asked loudly unceremoniously.

Those who are barefoot are not afraid of wearing shoes, they can't beat them anyway, they can't scold them, they can't scold them, and no matter how polite they are, it's useless.

"Hehe, boy, the old man hasn't asked you yet, you have to interrogate the old man first. However, you asked this question well, let the old man think about it, who am I? Hey, look at this long time, it's really not easy to think about it" The old man in the blood robe smiled, scratched his head, and said a little funny.

Hearing this, Zhou Nan frowned. He changed the topic, pondered for a moment, and asked again, "Then dare to ask the seniors what they have to do to stop the juniors? If there is anything to help, I am very willing to serve the seniors." ”

"Damn, don't make a noise, oh, by the way, the old man remembered. The old man is called the Ghost Gate, the West Ghost Gate. Hahaha, by the way, when the old man was young, he was called this name. West Ghost Gate, West Ghost Gate, Ha Lu Ha

Looking at this crazy old guy, Zhou Nan muttered a few words in a low voice. He took a few steps forward, saluted the old man in the blood robe, and said respectfully, "The seniors of the West Ghost Gate, the juniors still have important things to do, can you let the next go first?"

"Hmph, boy, don't think that after a few words with the old man, you want to get close. Oh, by the way, the old man hasn't asked yet, who are you, how did you come to the old man's territory?" snorted coldly, the old man in the blood robe thought of something, and asked in a rhetorical voice.

He was stunned for a moment, and glanced at the West Ghost Gate, an old man in a blood robe who was not quite normal. Zhou Nan subconsciously took a few steps back, then bent over, and said a little depressedly, "Junior Zhou Nan is a member of the Golden Wolf Tribe, and he has seen his predecessors. ”

"Zhou Nan, hey, why is this name so familiar? I seem to have heard it there" After a few words, Xiguimen pulled the blood-red robe on his body, scratched his head, and muttered impatiently.

"Senior, you're fine, right?" Shaking his hand, Zhou Nan opened his mouth with a puzzled expression.

"Don't bother the old man, hey, Zhou Nan, Zhou Nan, this name is really familiar. Boy, who are you? If you don't recruit you from the truth, don't blame the old man for being unkind to you. After talking nonsense for a while, the West Ghost Gate glared at Zhou Nan and said loudly again.

Suddenly, it seemed that something came to mind. The old man shouted hard, and with a flash of red light, he appeared behind Zhou Nan like a ghost. Before he could react, his thin palm reached forward and lifted him upside down.

After shaking it violently a few times, until Zhou Nan was a little dizzy, the West Ghost Gate grinned, stopped, and said a little crazy, "Boy, now you can tell me, who are you, right? Remember, if you dare to lie, the old man will hang you for a hundred years!"

took a few breaths and suppressed the shock in my heart. The corners of Zhou Nan's mouth twitched desperately, and he couldn't care about the black line in his head, and hung upside down. Hurriedly waved his hands and hurriedly explained. "The seniors were angry. The younger generation is really Zhou Nan"

Until he spent a lot of effort, he was tired and half dead. The old man in the blood robe, the West Ghost Sect, laughed. Nodding in satisfaction, he let go of his hand and threw him to the ground.

Embarrassed to get up, Zhou Nan didn't pay any attention to the dust on his body. He hurriedly stood aside, his mouth closed, and he didn't even dare to take a breath. The low-eyed and pleasing look, how well-behaved you are, how well-behaved you are!

"Well, that's the way to behave. All right. Now, you can answer the old man's question, who are you?" Shaking his head slightly, the blood-robed old man Xi Ghost Gate grinned and asked in a serious manner.

Hearing this, Zhou Nan's heart sank. It's like eating coptis, and my mouth is full of bitterness.

He can see it thoroughly, this old guy is a complete one. Crazy big madman with no bounds.

But alas, this guy is crazy. But this strength is absolutely not to be said. It's the vicious old man who seriously injured himself. It's nowhere near as good as that. If there are no accidents, then there must be no doubt that the barbarian king exists. And he is not an ordinary barbarian king.

At this moment, Zhou Nan really knew the truth. For what is the reason for this big passage, there is only this old man.

Often where ferocious beasts live. No other living creature dared to stay. The same is true of the place where the barbarian king exists.

Something came to mind. Thinking of his dangerous situation, Zhou Nan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, lowered his head, and quickly recounted his origin.

Half an hour later, until he exposed all the things he had committed in the eastern royal city, the old man in the blood robe slapped his head and pressed his shoulder hard, and Ha Lu Ha Da Lu laughed.

"Haha, the old man knows. Zhou Nan, you are Zhou Nan, the gift that the little guy from Donglin Tu gave to the old man a few days ago. No wonder the old man thinks that you are so familiar? I see, I see."

After shouting a few words incoherently, the old man in the blood robe turned his head sharply and stared at Zhou Nan fieryly.

Suddenly, an old face full of wrinkles was filled with endless greed. The look of gluttony that was just drooling, wrinkles and stretches, like blooming flowers, very dazzling, very brilliant, hideous and terrifying, ugly and seeping.

was looked at by the West Ghost Gate like this, Zhou Nan's scalp was numb, and a large stream of cold sweat suddenly flowed from his back.

After laughing dryly, Zhou Nan swallowed a mouthful of saliva and stammered. "Hehe, senior, you, what are you going to do?"

"What are you doing? Of course it's a good thing, you'll know in a moment! Make sure you're comfortable. With a laugh, the West Ghost Gate grabbed Zhou Nan, and the red light flickered, and the air shook suddenly, and he disappeared like a ghost.

Poor Zhou Nan, there was no resistance at all. Like a delicate chicken, let the goshawk of the West Ghost Gate catch Qiang. As for whether it is steamed or braised afterwards, it depends on the old man's own wishes!

At least, for the time being, at this moment, he is just a piece of meat on the board, a piece of meat to be slaughtered, and others can cut it however they want. He is not qualified at all, nor does he have the strength to make even the slightest resistance. Zhou Nan is really unwilling.

A quarter of an hour later, in a huge room, Zhou Nan was thrown into a cauldron and boiled alive on a blazing fire.

The world is impermanent, the world is impermanent, this old thing of the West Ghost Gate, it is, really, just doing it!

Cooking people alive, perverted hobbies, and madman-like behaviors are really cold and outrageous, and inhumane.

"Ahhh Feeling the higher and higher temperatures, Zhou Nan couldn't care about anything anymore. Stared at the West Ghost Gate and cursed wildly.

"Hahaha, boy, just scold freely, scold as much as you want. When you have exhausted your strength, you will be boiled and stewed by this boiling water. At that time, the old man really wants to see that your dead duck iron beak will not be so hard and sharp. The West Ghost Gate danced around the big group, and actually danced a strange dance.

It's just that the old guy's dancing is very ugly, and Zhou Nan is in no mood to pay attention to these at all, just scolding desperately.

"Boom, the old man is really a genius. Such a good way, I can think of it. Cooking people alive, boiling young people alive, it's so fucking interesting. Those old guys, even if they borrowed their heads, couldn't think of such a way. ”

Pressing Zhou Nan's head, the West Ghost Gate tore open its mouth, and it didn't stop for a moment, screaming loudly. The terrifying sound shook the whole room, followed by a buzz. (To be continued......)