The Great Rakshasa Heaven is divided into day and night.
At this time, it was getting late. In an unknown deep mountain somewhere in the Great Rakshasa Heaven, human monks and Rakshasa tribesmen, nearly a thousand people, were densely packed together in a flat mountain road. A bonfire was built, crackling and burning in the dark.
Under the firelight, which seemed to be swallowed up by darkness at any time, people gathered together as much as possible, as if this would make them feel more secure, especially these young girls. They listened to the soft sobbing of other Rakshasa tribesmen, and they could not calm down for a long time.
The situation is not good.
Now the Rakshasa people have completely become mortals. At first, the source of their power was that the Yan Buyi clan leader opened the natural affinity through the Rakshasa clan's sacred object, the soul of the gods. But now the clan leader sacrifices himself to protect everyone from leaving, and the sacred object has also Without being found, the Rakshasa tribe completely lost their source of power and became no different from ordinary people.
What's even more disturbing is that in the afternoon, a new classmate told everyone that Liu Boyang was hunting other students with Buhuagu, and many people had died at his hands.
At this moment, in the center of the crowd, Lin Xiaolu was sitting in front of the bonfire, his bright eyes reflecting the orange firelight, thinking quietly about things.
Liu Boyang should be dead, this is what he saw with his own eyes, but for some reason the bastard was resurrected and colluded with the zombies. He probably became the husband-in-law who would not turn into a human body.
Faced with the problem of not turning into bones, everyone has discussed that there is really no way. We can only look forward to the end of the secret realm the day after tomorrow, and then let the system leaders handle it. During this period, everyone can only hide as much as possible, not to be inadvertently Found in bones.
Listening to the suppressed cries of Tatar, Fulo and other Rakshasa tribesmen on the side, and to the tearful singing of Rakshasa women in the distance to put their children to sleep, the young man's mood fell to the lowest point.
Obviously yesterday I and my friends were chatting and bragging in the village, but today...
Things are really unpredictable.
"Brother, you're also seriously injured. Get some sleep." Xiao Yu'er on the side pulled the young man's sleeve, but Lin Xiaolu shook his head:
"We have been fighting with Bu Hua Gu for seven days in a row. Everyone has been injured. No one has been keeping watch since I slept. Now Bu Hua Gu and Liu Boyang are killing people everywhere. I have to be more vigilant."
He forced a smile and rubbed his sister's head affectionately:
"You go back and rest."
After saying that, Lin Xiaolu stood up and walked to Wujia who was healing Ah Yi and Shangguan Hamigua.
"How are they doing?"
"The injury is stable for the time being." Wujia sighed and said:
"Donor Ah Yi has suffered some corpse poison, and the young monk has used the Buddha Wheel and Infinite Sutra to force it out. Donor Shangguan's condition is slightly better, and his internal organs have only suffered some shocks."
Hearing this, Lin Xiaolu smiled and looked at his two good friends. He felt that these two were really good people. When they were fighting to the death, they were really fighting for their lives.
After exchanging a few words with Wugu, Lin Xiaolu looked at Bingtang'er and Zhao Mumu who were whispering in the distance. The injuries of the two girls were relatively minor, especially Bingtang'er who was just exhausted. Now she has almost recovered. If something happens down here, you have to count on them.
After looking at the two girls, he looked at Zhuge Dan, who was sleeping soundly with Zhuge Pangpang in his arms in the distance. Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, he did not disturb her.
Finally, Lin Xiaolu thought for a while and came to Xia Mu, the ram in the distance.
At this moment, the male sheep Xia Mu was covered in mud. He also contributed in the battle with Bu Hua Gu, but the end was not good either. He was knocked over by Bu Hua Gu's arm and almost died on the spot.
"How is your injury?" Lin Xiaolu came next to him and asked.
Gongyang Xiamu glanced at Lin Xiaolu, then shook his head with a wry smile:
"The Boneless Bone is too strong. It's a different level from us. Although I took the pill, I probably won't get better in a short time."
Lin Xiaolu didn't say anything when he heard this, but patted him on the shoulder:
"You take good care of your injuries. If you encounter Fugu again, I will carry it."
After speaking the calm words, Gongyang Xiamu was slightly startled, then his expression changed slightly, and he spoke with some hesitation:
"Brother Xiaolu, I have a question. I want to ask you."
"Um?"
Under the orange firelight, Gongyang Xiamu first glanced at the miserable Rakshasa people around him, and then lowered his voice and asked:
"What are Brother Xiaolu going to do with these Rakshasa tribesmen?"
Hearing this question, Lin Xiaolu glanced at him in confusion, while Gongyang Xiamu explained:
"Brother Xiaolu, I must be honest, these Rakshasa tribesmen have lost their power and are now almost like ordinary mortals. I also heard from the new students who came in before that the bones are now hiding in the dark and hunting us everywhere. We have to It’s really a bit difficult to lead this group of people to hide from the bones.”
Halfway through, Xia Mu, the male sheep, saw Lin Xiaolu looking at him without blinking.
Under the faint light of the bonfire, the boy's eyes were extremely bright. Facing such bright eyes, Gongyang Xiamu's expression tightened slightly, and the words on his lips were stuck.
It wasn't until half a moment later that he spoke again, slightly helpless:
"Brother Xiaolu, we had a lot of misunderstandings before. Let's not talk about it for now, but you have also seen the current situation. The leader of the Rakshasa tribe did not care about us people. Instead, he repaid evil with kindness and risked his life to save us. We Everyone owes him a life, but the situation at this moment is special after all. The Rakshasa tribe has no fighting power. With so many of them hiding from the bones, if they are not careful, they will be completely wiped out. They are now a burden. ! Why should Brother Xiaolu fight for these foreigners?"
Before Gongyang Xiamu finished speaking, Lin Xiaolu raised his hand and pointed into the distance.
"The road is there, you can leave at any time."
Gongyang Xiamu:......
In the field, a warm bonfire was shining. Lin Xiaolu looked at Xia Mu, the ram, and said calmly:
"Everyone has the most important thing. You think your life is the most important thing. I understand, but you can't ask me to have the same most important thing as you, so if you want to leave or take others away, please feel free to do so. "
"Brother Xiaolu, don't you think the most important thing is life?" Gongyang Xiamu struggled and continued to persuade:
"If our life is gone and we are reincarnated and cultivate again, then the talents we have now, the opportunities we have, family background, and background may be gone. After all, no one can be sure what we will become in the next life. Brother Xiaolu, any cultivator Successful people are afraid of falling short of their achievements and losing all their virtues!"
Realistic and straightforward advice, Lin Xiaolu shook his head, turned his head, stared at the fire in front of him and said:
"Maybe it is for you, but not for me. I have never practiced martial arts for the sake of immortality."
"What's that for? To uphold justice?" Gongyang Xiamu felt a little ridiculous.
What surprised him was that Lin Xiaolu looked up at him and said:
“There are always things that someone has to do, whether it’s cultivating immortality or practicing martial arts, it’s actually all about being able to live comfortably.
I'm sorry, Gongyang, if I leave my Rakshasa clan members alone to escape, I won't be comfortable even if I live forever, and I won't be able to sleep even if I die! "
