In the snow.
Several ghosts walked through the snow. About twenty minutes later, one of the snowfields suddenly stirred. Mao Yongan got out of it, breathing heavily in the air, and his face was livid from the cold.
The strong man behind him was motionless, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
Mao Yongan didn't even have time to observe, so he climbed out of the snow and walked farther away with great effort.
God Burial City...
It should be soon.
…
"Old Liu, are you back so soon?"
"You shouldn't be leaving empty-handed!"
Outside the God Burial City, someone said mockingly, while another person just glanced at him indifferently and inadvertently opened a corner of his coat, revealing the rows of bulging cloth bags inside.
moment...
No explanation needed.
Investigators returned to the city from all directions, more or less injured.
Lu Wu, who still looked like a boy, sat on the city wall, looking at these people, somewhat silent.
When each team set out, it was a full team, but when they came back...the average number of injuries was half. Fortunately, those who survived had more or less improved their strength.
but...
Why hasn’t that little Taoist priest Mao Yongan come back yet?
Lu Dongbin and Zhou Han had returned to the God Burial City at some point. They were standing next to Lu Wu, looking into the distance with some worry.
After all...this is considered the inheritor of the Taoist lineage.
At this time, Mao Yongan also experienced the biggest crisis before returning to the city.
At this time, he was still burying himself in the snow, avoiding the passing ghost king, but for some reason, the ghost suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked around suspiciously, as if he sensed something.
Mao Yongan even breathed very weakly, trying his best to hide his breath.
but...
There was an accident just now. The weather was getting colder and colder, causing the snow at the bottom to freeze hard. When he was digging a hole to bury himself, his arm was accidentally scratched. He didn't expect that the ghost king outside had such a keen sense of smell. , noticed something was wrong.
If this ghost delays for a while longer, even if I am not eaten by him, I will be frozen to death.
Speaking of which, if Lu Dongbin hadn't trained him for a period of time, another Taoist priest might not have been able to persist now.
Finally, he felt that his blood was gradually coagulating and some had stopped circulating. Mao Yongan gritted his teeth and finally decided to rush out.
"No...don't move."
But at this time, the strong man who had been protected by his side moved slightly, his voice was very small and inaudible.
Mao Yongan was startled for a moment, and finally hid in the snow.
Time passed gradually.
In the end, the ghost king above didn't notice anything unusual, and finally wandered away.
Mao Yongan, who might be frozen and unconscious at any time, suddenly sat up in the snow, greedily breathing in the fresh air and moving his already stiff hands and feet.
The strong man beside him had fallen into coma again, and his body was terribly hot.
Regardless of the possibility that the ghost king had not gone far, Mao Yongan could not care much at this time. He gritted his teeth and dragged the strong man out of the snow, but he did not even have the strength to carry it on his back. , simply used two long spears and a short sword to improvise a stretcher, placed the strong man on it, tied a rope to himself, and dragged it through the snow with his teeth.
The hemp rope frayed his shoulder again, and a little blood seeped out.
But at this time, he could no longer take too much care. God Burial City could already be vaguely seen. It was uncertain whether he would encounter ghosts on this last stretch of the road.
He has worked hard for ninety-nine steps, and the last step...is left to God's will.
"My whole life as a Taoist, I pay attention to following the heaven and following the way of nature."
"I don't know if this day... can leave me a glimmer of hope."
Mao Yongan suddenly laughed at himself.
Now that I think about it, I have been talking about Shuntian and Shuntian for twenty years, but in the end I discovered that I don’t even know what Tian is.
This is considered a natural practice.
Under Mao Yongan's dragging, a deep ravine appeared on the snow.
…
"How's the damage?"
Wang Ye's figure suddenly appeared on the city wall, his face full of tiredness and dust, and he didn't even have time to clean the dust on his clothes.
Lu Wu shook his head with a solemn expression: "It's very pessimistic. The loss exceeds 40%."
After listening to this exaggerated data, Wang Ye fell silent and said after a moment: "It makes sense that their strength is still too weak. According to my previous assumptions, they must at least all reach the level of Arhats. Let it out."
"It's a pity that I missed a little bit..."
"No one who can come to the God Burial City is willing to sit in the city and practice honestly. For them, it would be better to die."
Lu Wu nodded.
But there was still unbearability in his eyes: "Actually, they are already very good. Most of the people who died were due to their supernatural powers and their lifespan was exhausted. Not many of them really died in the hands of ghosts."
Wang Ye sighed softly: "But... If you want to chase Heavenly Court and Lingshan with average combat power in a short period of time, you can only have supernatural powers... After all, this is something that was called evil magic in ancient times."
His voice was dripping with sarcasm.
The so-called evil arts only hurt oneself. Are those that look upright and suck the blood and soul the magic arts?
"Forget it, I'll go take a look around, maybe I can bring back a few more."
In the end, Wang Ye flew up and walked away.
He didn't even have time to tell Lu Wu about his recent trip and achievements.
The only thing I know is...
On this trip, Wang Ye's bag was full.
Lu Wu shook his head, did not speak, but sat down again.
He didn't go.
Lu Dongbin, Zhou Han, Guanyin, including Wang Ye, have all dispersed to pick up people.
As for him...
Gotta stay here.
From the day he returned from the three-page illusion and started to set up the formation again, he has been closely related to this city and inseparable.
As long as he is alive, this city...
Stable as a mountain!
