The only way

Chapter 419
As time goes by, wild geese fly by, and this spring has passed, and when will it be the year of return.

The days after returning to the Falling Demon City passed by quickly, and the spring and autumn could not be distinguished, and the four seasons could not be seen, but the tide of beasts never dissipated, and the cultivation base of the monsters that appeared was getting higher and higher. The peaceful days after a beast horde are getting longer and longer.

In the blink of an eye, it was the sixth year since Lingchu arrived in Luoyao City.

This year, the forty-eight of the first day of the spirit.

In the past six years, the murderous aura in Luoyao City has become stronger and stronger. Even if there is no expression on the faces of all the monks walking in the city, they are quite frightening.

It is conceivable that once this group of monks who have experienced the beast tide grow up, the human monks in the future will inevitably become more ferocious.

Even Lingchu's usually gentle and graceful face was tinged with a bit of sternness.

Today is another day when the death list is announced after another beast horde.

Lingchu followed the flow of people, and everyone came to the huge stone tablet in the center of Luoyao City in silence, and then quietly watched the names slowly appear one after another on the stone tablet.

This stele is called the Stele of Death by all the people in Fallen Demon City.

Even though, its original name should be Glory Monument, Heroic Soul Monument.

But for all the people in Falling Demon City, they prefer to call it the Monument to the Past.

May the dead be alive.

The names that appeared on it were the list of monks who were killed each time.

In Falling Demon City, monks who are still alive after experiencing the beast tide will come here to watch the names emerge one by one.

Although the Stele of Death is said to be a stone tablet, it may be more appropriate to describe it as a pillar. It is a huge square pillar with four sides, and each side is engraved with densely packed names.

Every time it is filled, the stele of death will rise by one foot, until it is filled again, it will rise by another foot.

Until now, the stele of death has reached nine feet.

One more time, there will be ten feet.

Ten feet, four sides, more than thirty meters, how many names can be written on it.

Lingchu stood quietly in the crowd, looking at the stele of death where the name was appearing. When each fist-sized name exuding a faint golden glow appeared, a touch of nervousness appeared on the faces of all the monks.

And with the emergence of the name, some people are happy, some people are sad.

Even if they were happy or sad, all the monks in front of the death monument were quiet and silent, neither laughing nor crying.

In the past six years, everyone has witnessed too much life and death, and their hearts have long been tempered as hard as steel.

Lingchu remained expressionless, just quietly watching one name after another appear, until one name appeared, Lingchu's calm face suddenly changed.

Gently lowering his eyes to hide the sorrow surging in his eyes, Lingchu did not expect that the name he knew was engraved on this death tablet again.

After all the names on the death tablet had surfaced, and no new names appeared after a few breaths, the crowd began to slowly leave the area around the death tablet.

However, there are still a few figures who have not moved for a long time, just standing in front of the death tablet, looking straight at the name on the tablet, as if roots have taken root under their feet.

No one wondered why these people didn't leave, and no one wondered which name they were looking for among those densely packed names.

Because everyone knows it, and everyone keeps silent.

Lingchu was also among the few people who had not moved for a long time.

Staring fixedly at the name exuding golden light for a long time, Lingchu suppressed the images that flashed in his mind, suppressed the sadness in his eyes, buried his heavy steps, turned and left in front of the death monument.

In the past six years, more and more restaurants have been opened in Falling Demon City.

Because there are more and more monks who like to drink.

Especially after every beast tide is over, the restaurants in Falling Demon City are full of customers with the smell of wine.

The first-timers came to a restaurant with familiarity, stepped over countless monks who were casually swaying on chairs and tables, and went up to the second floor, pushing open the door of a private room.

Inside, several figures were sitting.

The moment Lingchu came in, everyone's eyes fell on Lingchu.

Hot and scalding.

Jiang Hanyan's position was facing the door of the private room, and she was also the first to see the expression on Lingchu's face. When her eyes fell on Lingchu's eyes, the smile on the corner of her mouth froze slightly, and she glanced around The figure in the room gradually sank in his heart.

The rest of the people also noticed a trace of uneasiness and heaviness.

Jiang Hanyan was the first to speak.

"who is it?"

In the past six years, Lingchu, Jiang Hanyan, Yu Xiaoxiao, Yun Haotian, Situ Yang, and Shen Wenzhou, all six of them are disciples of the Sanqing Dao Sect, and they met each other at a young age, and they made an appointment to come here after every beast tide get together.

Then, the six of them took turns to look at the names at the stele of life, and this time, it was Lingchu's turn.

But at this moment, there are only four people in the private room.

Lingchu, Jiang Hanyan, Shen Wenzhou and Situ Yang.

In the past six years, none of the six of them has been missing, which is the most gratifying thing, but today, everyone knows that this matter is about to be broken.

Hearing Jiang Hanyan's question, Lingchu was taken aback for a moment, looked up at the room, and frowned slightly, "Why didn't Xiaoxiao and Yun Haotian come?"

Lingchu's question made all the dignified and uneasy faces in the room froze, and they all stared blankly at Lingchu.

Don't you come in with a sad face and heavy steps?

There were two more people in the house who hadn't arrived, so they naturally thought of some kind of worst plan.

They were all mentally prepared, and as a result, Lingchu uttered such a sentence.

Since Lingchu asked this question, it meant that the sadness in her eyes and the heavy footsteps were not because of Yu Xiaoxiao or Yun Haotian.

So why?
While everyone breathed a sigh of relief, they looked at Lingchu worriedly.

Even if it wasn't Yu Xiaoxiao and Yun Haotian, if you think about it, they were people Lingchu knew.

Seeing everyone's concerned expressions, Lingchu didn't force himself to smile. He just sat down quietly and took out a jug of spirit wine from the storage bag. Even the cup was useless, so he just pointed at the mouth of the jug directly. He raised his head and drank.

Everyone had never seen Lingchu drinking so boldly, they were all worried, but it was difficult to speak.

At this time, any language is pale.

Lingchu drank three gulps of wine straight away, and the burning sensation scalded Lingchu's throat and belly, hot and burning all the way to the bottom of people's hearts.

She didn't use spiritual power to dispel the drunkenness, but let the drunkenness come to her mind, and let the hot burning sensation make her cheeks turn red, which made her a little sad.

In fact, it's not a deep friendship, but she never thought that after so many years, they would meet again in such a way.

　Is it a good chapter to break, hee hee, I heard that learning to break chapters is an essential quality for an author.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)