Starting from the recovery of Shanhaijing

Chapter 12 Fear

Sunset West Mountain.

The bloody afterglow of the setting sun scattered all over the mountains.

On the winding mountain road, the Taoists of the Shangqing led their horses and walked in front.

Yan Jing walked behind with six people from the rivers and lakes.

The previous blockade could only barely repel the Nightmare Cavalry. To complete the goal of this trip, they still have to rush to the gate of hell.
Originally, the Taoists of the Shangqing Dynasty did not intend to cause more casualties to these brave heroes who came forward despite their gratitude.

However, the latter did not listen to their advice at all. Except for some injured and those who were too physically exhausted, the others all followed without disturbing the Taoist priests in front, but just followed behind.

Looking away from the flocks of birds flying past in the sky, Yan Jing, who was walking on the side of the mountain road, observed the fellows.

He had participated in a fierce scuffle just after he entered this world, but now he calmed down, looking at the extremely real scenery and people around him, it was inevitable that he would feel some weird sense of illusion.

Are they NPCs created by Torch for mission events, or are they living people in another parallel world?
At this moment, Yan Jing suddenly began to miss her family.

He had a hunch that there should be several fierce battles when it got dark, so he couldn't help thinking about the corpses lying all over the ground in the woods.

This was the first time he faced bloody death.

There was even a moment when Yan Jing saw himself lying on the ground in a daze, his eyes were lifeless, and his body was drenched in blood.

The hands hanging down beside her were clenched tightly, and the inexplicable panic made Yan Jing feel palpitations.

Fear of death.

"Under the Qinghong Sword, Gu Qianfang lives in Gujiazhuang, Yingshan County. After I die, take my sword back."

While Yan Jing was deep in thought, someone on the right suddenly raised his head and spoke against the mountain wind.

Looking sideways, Yan Jing saw the man who was speaking, his clothes were covered with stains of blood and dust, his hair was scattered on his shoulders, and his face was full of fatigue and perseverance.

"Hu Fei, Tianlan City, Ping'an Hutong, after I die, just send a letter to my mother."

A tall and strong man with a bald head, ring scars can still be seen on his head, holding an iron rod in his hand, with a smile on his mouth, but deep red eyes.

With a glance at you and a word with me, the six people successively reported their names, addresses and last wishes.

Yan Jing was the last one. Sensing the eyes of others, she opened her mouth and said in a muffled voice,
"Yan Jing, you are homeless, if you die here, just find a place to bury it."

At this moment, Yan Jing finally realized the cruelty of the torch, which sent people to the bloody battlefield in another world. Without even a word of explanation or comfort, death suddenly became within reach.

"In this world, there is really no way for people to survive. The imperial court is controlled by evil spirits and ghosts, making people miserable. Now we have to stand up and help the righteous way. It's really ridiculous."

Gu Sifang grabbed the wine gourd on his waist, took a sip, and handed it to the person beside him.

"Alright, anyway, I've had enough fun in the first half of my life, and I'll do something big before I die."

"That's right, the world is in ruins, the people are in dire straits, and those monsters deserve to die!"

Everyone drank a jug of wine, someone took the lead in speaking, and the originally dull atmosphere barely improved.

Only Yan Jing remained silent.

No way, his understanding of this world is limited to the background description of the event. Up to now, he doesn't even know where this mountain forest is, and he can only get scattered information through other people's conversations.

Soon Yan Jing could barely piece together the ins and outs of this incident in her mind.

Bewitched by evil spirits, the imperial court or the emperor carried out an extremely large-scale living sacrifice, and finally produced three ghost objects.

This matter made the Righteous people extremely indignant, formed a huge Righteous Alliance, and organized many wars one after another.

Even though he lost more than he won against the behemoth of the imperial court, this time Shang Qingdao still managed to seize the opportunity to get a ghost weapon and prepare to destroy it.

Listen to their discussion.

Most of the time, Yan Jing's attention was still focused on the team in front, after all, he still had two tasks to complete.

He noticed that the six people who had returned to fight earlier surrounded the three people in the center in a fan shape, and the old man with white beard and hair at the core seemed to be having difficulty moving and needed the support of two people beside him.

Even so, the long brown-red wooden box was still carried behind the old man's back, and the others didn't intend to help him share it at all. Instead, they kept away from the wooden box intentionally or unintentionally.

This performance obviously has nothing to do with moral quality.

There is only one possibility, that what is in the wooden box is the ghost vessel mentioned in the background of this incident, which was made with tens of thousands of living beings as sacrifices.

Except for the old man who is obviously an important person in the Shangqing Dao, no one can carry it!

But even he seems to be at the end of his battle now.

After walking along the mountain path for half an hour, Yan Jing noticed commotion in the team ahead.

wow~
A baby's cry suddenly rang in his ears.

Even if it was only for a short time, Yan Jing felt dizzy for a while. He was not the only one who appeared strange, and the rest of the knights around him barely persevered by relying on each other's support.

Barren mountains and wild mountains, where did the baby come from?
Just as Yan Jing was holding on to the mountain wall to barely stabilize his figure, his eyes were also cast on the Taoists of the Shangqing not far away.

Sure enough, the Taoist priests who were still moving forward had stopped at this time, and the old man surrounding him was actually casting spells with the wooden box on his back, which seemed to be strengthening the seal.

No one on Yan Jing's side stepped forward to ask questions, they just stopped and guarded the surrounding area.

After a while, the middle-aged Taoist who led the team back to the battlefield suddenly turned around and went straight here.

"Xia Shangqing Dao, Zhou Lin, I have something to ask, the master is old, and it is difficult for him to move forward with the dark weapon on his back. Now the seal is broken. We need a warrior with strong vitality to help us transfer the dark weapon and go to the nearby area. One of the mountain temples strengthens the seal!"

Obviously, the Shangqing Dao cannot completely seal the Underworld Artifact, otherwise they would not have taken a lot of trouble to bring it here to be destroyed. Now that there is a problem with the seal in the middle of the road, they can only find a way to remedy it.

After Zhou Lin finished speaking, he looked around, and his eyes quickly locked on Yan Jing.

He had seen the battle in the forest, and with Zheng Xuerong's description, he knew that this young man was strong and could face the leader of the Nightmare Rider without losing the wind, so he should be able to persevere.

Noticing the other party's gaze, Yan Jing immediately walked to the front of the line and nodded,
"I can help."

If you want to get a higher settlement evaluation, you have to participate more in event tasks, and even make yourself a decisive factor.

This is the law that Yan Jing found out through the ghost-faced fish incident.

Use evasion to escape from the ghost fish and jump into the sea to kill the ghost fish.

Needless to say, the settlement evaluations brought about by the two completely different behaviors are worlds apart.

(End of this chapter)