The originally quiet mountain road gradually heard the sound of horse hooves. The flying dust was blown up by the strong wind, making the sky a little dark at this time. However, this is not the scariest thing. The most terrifying thing may be the dark clouds passing by.
"Ga! Ga! Ga...!" No, this is definitely not an ordinary dark cloud. Because no dark cloud can bring the chirping of birds to people. Unless it's not a cloud, but a flock of birds, a flock of black birds - crows.
That's what it is, it's a flock of crows. Everyone was panicked and suddenly attracted by these unknown crows. What made them feel even more strange was that this group of crows actually dropped from the sky carrying a black coffin and landed not far in front of them.
"A vision from heaven? A vision from heaven! Is this... I'm afraid... unlucky?" A man was so frightened that he fell off his horse and crawled to the side of a maroon horse. Looking at the people on the horse, he said tremblingly: "Altar... Altar Master, I... we may be in danger! People may die here, let us... withdraw quickly!"
"Evacuate?" The person on the horse looked at the crows scattered on the coffin in front of him with a calm expression, then looked back and said to the person in front of him without changing his expression: "Cai Fu, do you know , the reason why we were able to escape was all because of the leader, we only survived! Now, because of this coffin, you are timid and dare not move forward. How can you be manly? Acting like this, how can you still It’s better to be a prostitute!”
"Bang! Bang! Bang...!" For some reason, an unknown sound could not help but come from the coffin in front of everyone. The gripping heartstrings were suddenly jumped to the critical point, and even the baby in the woman's arms began to cry loudly at this moment.
The woman glanced at the person under the horse, with some sympathy in her eyes, and said: "Since he wants to leave, let him go. In this dangerous situation, every one can escape."
Zhao Yueheng looked at Lu Waner with understanding, nodded to the man on the horse, sighed, and said with a glimmer of hope: "Don't take it personally. Okay! Let's go! Once you leave, never come back. I hope you won’t have to live a life of worry all day long like us.”
"Thank you, Madam! Thank you Altar Master!" The sound in the coffin made Cai Fu even more frightened, so he jumped on his horse and drove away.
"If any of you leave, just leave. There is no need to follow me and risk your own innocent lives."
"The Altar Master is a hero of the world, and it is an honor for us to be able to be used by the Altar Master! We will follow the Altar Master to the death! Never leave!" Everyone shouted in unison, and their indescribable lofty ideals were revealed in everyone's eyes. .
"Okay! With your company, I, Zhao Yueheng, will make this trip worthwhile!" Zhao Yueheng glanced at everyone's faces, and then, his eyes fell on the baby Zhao Zhengxiang, who was less than one year old in Lu Waner's arms.
"Madam, you are so lucky to be with us. Once you leave, there may be more troubles! You should also take care of yourself!" Zhao Yueheng said cherishedly.
"Don't worry! If Xiang'er is here, I will be here. If Xiang'er dies, I will be too..."
"No! I don't need you to swear a poisonous oath. Whether we go or stay, we can only leave it to fate. I hope everything goes as everyone wishes. That would be the best..."
"Hiss~~!" Before anyone noticed, the horse raised its front hooves and knocked Cai Fu off the horse.
"Ah...!" Cai Fu covered his face with his hands, screamed, and stood up staggeringly from the ground. Looking at the unsteady and twisted back, everyone was sweating because they didn't know what happened to Cai Fu.
When Cai Fu turned back to face everyone, large amounts of white gas began to steam out of his body. Within a moment, Cai Fu's limbs became stiff and he fell to the ground like a mummy.
It was a cold wind with a warm current, attacking Zhao Yueheng's face.
But Zhao Yueheng was not far behind. The sword in his hand was drawn into an arc, and with a "ding" sound, the stone as big as a finger was blocked from the body and fell into a piece of grass.
"Here~" The situation was really unpredictable. The piece of grass withered and turned into a puddle of ashes in an instant.
"As expected!" Zhao Yueheng seemed to understand something and immediately told everyone: "Everyone should be more vigilant and do not let the phosphorus stone come into contact with the body. Once touched, it will be sucked into a mummy in an instant!"
After everyone heard this, they immediately stepped up their guard.
"Who is he? Get out of here!" Zhao Yueheng looked at the wooden coffin in front of him.
No one around answered. In response to Zhao Yueheng's questions, there was still the clanking sound coming from the coffin and the crows standing on the lid of the coffin screaming loudly.
The louder sound caused the crows to fly up and land on the surrounding branches with screams.
"Bang!" The coffin lid was knocked over to the ground by someone unknown. White gas with a fishy smell rose from the coffin, and the tilt was like the bent waists of women during festivals.
The slightly mysterious and slightly terrifying coffin did not attract everyone to watch. These people just watched the scene in front of them closely on horseback.
This is an ironclad fact, an irreplaceable fact... No one can erase everything in front of them, and no one can describe its reality, because what happened in front of them is such a myth that is difficult to guess, maybe This is not a myth, but bad news.
That's a hand. This hand is not as white and red as ordinary people see, but is a little soft. He is just a true image who has lost his body, but he still retains the same demeanor as when he was alive.
The hand that made people scream fell on the edge of the coffin, driving his upper body to sit up.
The breeze was strong, like a carved monument rising from the coffin. The silver hair fluttered in the wind, and the deep-set eyes and some black and incomplete teeth looked very inconsistent with the silver hair on his head. Everyone was stunned until the whole figure walked out of the coffin.
impossible! Really impossible! But everything in front of them was indeed true, and they had to admit it.
This is a corpse, a corpse that walks freely like a living person. Although it was a corpse, one could tell that it was an old man. Because on his left side he was leaning on a crutch embroidered with patterns.
The sky, for some unknown reason, turned dark at this time. The withered bones in front of him became a focus between heaven and earth. All the light, all the airflow, and some remnants suddenly converged on the corpse.
Under the dazzling white light, no one could open their eyes. They could only feel the surrounding airflow converging on the withered skeleton in front of them.
For a moment, everything seemed still. What appeared in front of everyone was an old man who was nearly eighty years old.
There was a hint of coldness in his slightly narrowed eyes, making it impossible to tell where the temperature was. The pale beard was quietly blown away from its original path by the breeze. This obscene cold wind did not dare to make any sound because of the sudden appearance of the mysterious old man. Everything around seemed to stop due to the sudden appearance of the old man. However, the crow on the branch did not lose its original glory and continued to scream. Not only that, the voice seemed to be even more sad and whining than before.
Zhao Yueheng and others all looked at each other in shock, wondering what happened just now. How could this mysterious white bone suddenly turn into a living old man in front of their eyes?
"Cough! Cough!" The old man coughed twice, and slowly took two steps forward. With slightly dazed eyes, he asked everyone in a hoarse voice: "Where are you going?"
Seeing this, Zhao Yueheng was puzzled. He looked at Lu Waner, and then with a deep smile, he replied: "If the old man can guard the mountains alone, doesn't he know where we are going?"
When the old man heard Zhao Yueheng talking like this, he raised his trembling hand, pointed at the people in front of him, and said: "You...you guys...are so outrageous!"
Lu Waner seemed to be a little intolerant, but the old man's sudden appearance forced them to do nothing.
"May I ask who the old man's name is and why he lives in this mountain alone? Doesn't he have any other relatives?" Zhao Yueheng continued to ask.
"The old man's surname is Feng, and he is known as Mr. Feng..." Mr. Feng suddenly stopped, as if he noticed something, pointed at Zhao Yueheng in front of him, and said angrily: "Ahem! Ahem! You... this young man... is so outrageous! You don’t even understand the rules! You...you don’t regard me as a human being?"
Seeing this, Zhao Yueheng just smiled softly and said: "The old man is overthinking! I just don't understand for a moment, who is so heartless and throws the old man alone on this mountain road. Don't you know that there are many jackals, tigers and leopards on this mountain road? What if something happens to the old man? That wouldn’t be good!”
"Okay! Okay! These young people today are really good at talking nonsense!" Pointing at Zhao Yueheng on the horse, he commanded: "You...come down! You are in a high place, do you treat an old man like this? "
Everyone turned their gazes towards Zhao Yueheng. The Feng Lao in front of them was indeed worthy of suspicion. Now, Zhao Yueheng was asked to dismount and answer him. This may not be as simple as it seems.
"Old man, if we have offended just now, please forgive me. Now I just ask the old man to make way for us to pass quickly. We will not embarrass the old man." Lu Waner asked Feng Lao one step ahead. This prevents Zhao Yueheng from unexpected events.
Lu Waner's answer caused Feng Lao's eyes not to lock on her, but on the baby Zhao Zhengxiang who was less than one year old in her arms.
"This... child, can you... let me take a look at it?"
Feng Lao's questions made everyone start to have doubts and doubts. Lu Waner looked at Zhao Yueheng and hesitated for a while. Once Mr. Feng has evil thoughts, his children will be in danger again. Thinking about the consequences, I felt scared.
"What? Even the child... is not willing to... cough! cough! Show it to... the old man? Could it be that he suspects that... the old man is not good for the child?"
"The old man is overthinking. We are just in a hurry and don't dare to waste time." Zhao Yueheng explained quickly.
"In that case, why are you hesitating?"
For this reason, Zhao Yueheng did not dare to hesitate, but he was still worried. Zhao Yueheng was also very embarrassed when he jumped off the horse and looked at Lu Wan'er who was reluctant to leave on the horse. But after all, he personally took the less than one-year-old Zhao Zhengxiang from Lu Waner's arms, and he just silently prayed that nothing would happen.
"Ga! Ga! Ga!" The crows on the branches were in chaos at this time, circling over the crowd, seeming to warn people that a disaster was about to happen.
At this time, Zhao Yueheng seemed to predict that danger was slowly approaching them, and this danger seemed to point to the mysterious old man named Feng Lao in front of him.
"Boom~! Boom~! Boom...!" Everyone held their breath and watched the scene in front of them quietly. Some of them were just the sound of their beating hearts.
Step by step... Zhao Yueheng took every step very carefully. Looking at the smiling Zhao Zhengxiang in his arms, Zhao Yueheng's hand seemed to have grown tightly with the baby, while the other hand was holding the sword tightly, even though it was covered with sweat.
This was a dangerous sign, and the crow's cawing made him uneasy. Whether it's good or bad, he can only take a gamble. This was his first time gambling with God.
