Beseech The Devil

    Second Wind from Sky Cold Chapter 327 Deserters

    For the old man in front of him, Su Ming couldn't detect the slightest fluctuations in the culture, even if the wind was swept away like a candle, but Su Ming's heart was full of respect. ""

    He respects the old man, not because of the Xie Zi face, who is also sitting silently on the opposite side.

    He respects the old man, not because of its mystery, because Tian Xie Zi also has to change clothes in front of him.

    Su Ming respects the old man. For one reason, he repaired the ordinary bones for him. This sacred Su Ming's memory and repaired it. For Su Ming, it is graceful.

    He thanked the old man, and therefore he respected it from the heart. Even if Su Ming's Cultivation is high, even if the old man is really just a mortal, he will never change.

    "The reincarnation of the predecessors, the younger generation will remember forever!"Su Ming hugged the old man and worshipped him deeply.

    The rumored old man had a smile on his face, his right hand groping on a straw mat beside him, and quickly removed the bone from Su Ming's.

    "A few things, can't be considered, you are both Believes in me. This blind man can fix it, willing to send it to my hand, it will have a relationship with me, you also have a relationship with me.

    This is fate, not grace. ”The old man held the skeleton in his right hand and gently rubbed his left hand on it.

    "Come, sit opposite me…The flaw of this cockroach, its trauma is not the focus, the key point is that it has no soul, its former Master, is not playing the distortion, the end of the song? ”The old man whispered to open mouth.

    Su Ming was silent, sitting cross-legged in front of the old man, looking at the bones in the hands of the old man, Su Ming's eyes flashed a sorrow.

    "It should be…"The old man sighed.

    "It's not just the life of the Master before it, but the soul of it, which makes it unwilling to make a sound again. This is the focus of its damage. ("))"The old man raised his hand and handed the bones forward.

    Only at this time, Su Ming can see from the details that the old man is indeed a blind man.

    itCan you make a sound now? ”Su Ming took over the bones, and there was a crack in the place. Now it has turned into a series of blood veins. It looks like a patchwork, and it has a lot of weight. It is heavy in the hand.

    "I can only repair its trauma. As for its soul, it is not willing to sing again. This matter can be changed by non-self. What can be changed is only yourself."The old man whispered to open mouth.

    "I always thought that there is a soul, and its voice is sobbing…If there is no soul, why should it carry people's minds, why make a voice, let people be immersed.

    However, some people can feel the soul of the beggar, while others can not. ”The old boy’s eyes are watching Su Ming, but the godlessness in his eyes gives people the feeling that the world he sees is different from others.

    "There is a soul…"Su Ming murmured, he thought of holding a sly in a few lonely nights, silently blowing out the distortions that only he could hear, the sadness of music tune, such as the rain of moonlight, let Su Ming once again Count the memory.

    "This soul is dead now…That kind of death is ethereal and unexplained, but when I first saw it, I knew that its soul is no longer.

    If you want it to re-sound, send out the kind of sound that belongs to you and what you want to hear, this requires you to come to it…Add a new soul! ”The old man’s voice echoed with vicissitudes of life, and echoed in the house. The laughter of children’s play came from outside, and it seemed to be far away, letting people listen and listen.

    "How can I do this?"Su Ming looked up and looked at the old man.

    "Forget it."After the silence was silenced for a while, the old man closed his eyes.

    Su Ming looked at the cockroach in his hand and squatted for a long time. He got up and bowed deeply to the old man. When he turned and left, he stepped forward.

    “Predecessors, Southern lands are more devastating, especially the location of this tribe, not far from Sky Mist City…If possible, move to the middle, and the battle of a hundred years may not be as it used to be. (""7*” Su Ming whispered, picked up the door of the house and went out.

    At the moment when half of his feet stepped out of the house, the sound of the old man’s vicissitudes came from behind him.

    "There is no relatively safe place in the world. Similarly, there is no relatively dangerous place. Flowers and plants take root. Does it have a choice?"

    Su Ming paused. The content contained in this sentence seemed to be somewhat incomprehensible. In silence, Su Ming walked out of the house and walked out of this small tribe.

    Looking at the clear sky, Su Ming looks complicated, but his heart is firm. He knows that he will face the disaster that the Southern Dawn has never seen before. He also knows that here. Under the disaster, there may be countless people dying.

    He can choose to escape, find a place to retreat, wait for the disaster to come, and perhaps escape the crisis. But he can also not escape, but in the baptism of this natural disaster, let yourself become stronger!

    Normal Culture, in less than a decade, will be slow, want to live better, and want to be stronger, then you must have a fearless heart.

    If there is no creation, then the battle will be made. If it is inorganic, it will kill the opportunity. If there is a bottleneck in the culture, then it will be solved with blood. If there is a crisis in life, use the madness between life and death to get out of your own life. .

    "There is no relatively safe place in this world, and there is no relatively dangerous place…"Su Ming murmured, getting further and further, and his footsteps became firmer.

    Su Ming walked like this. He didn't speed up. He didn't even have the power to work in the body, including the blood qi did not turn, just by the body, like a mortal, walking in this mountainous place, walking in This jungle is inside.

    Head toward Sky Mist City and walk.

    His goal is Sky Mist City, but the goal in his heart is Wushan, this road, although he is walking, but his mind is still in his mind, still Wushan.

    Walking on the way home, walking in his memory, like to pursue.

    The ups and downs of the mountains, the dampness and swamps in the jungle, did not stop Su Ming for too long, and the time spent on him walking for three days.

    The three-day journey, in fact, if Su Ming started his speed, it would be far more than a moment, but he had no choice.

    At the beginning, he deliberately let himself forget about Culture, forget everything, but slowly, as he walked through the mountains and plains, when he could not see other people in this vast world. At the time, he gradually made a state similar to forgetting.

    I forgot my own Culture, forgot to walk on the Southern Dawn's earth, forgot my goal, and forgot a lot, until the fourth night came, in the jungle, Su Ming was tired.

    He leaned against a big tree, raising the head and looking at the night sky, watching the many leaves behind, the half-covered moon, Su Ming took out the shackles.

    Putting this cockroach on his lips, Su Ming closed his eyes and gently blew it up. For a long time, there was no sound in the jungle, and Su Ming, his look with recollection, like immersion In the distortion of my memory.

    In this silent, the edge of the jungle, some distance from Su Ming, but not far away, three figures are now coming from the direction of Sky Mist City.

    These three figures are extremely cautious. Currently, one person is closed with both eyes, and within a few hundred squares around it, there is a layer of invisible ripples echoing. After the ripples hit a big tree, they will bounce back. Only when you touch some small beasts that exist in the jungle will you condense a lot.

    On this person's face, you can see under moonlight, its face is piercing with a bat pattern, it is not Barbarian Mark…That is a spur! !

    Shaman Clan's spurs!

    Behind this person, one of the two men who followed was extremely burly, and it looked like a powerful force. The high-pitched muscles made this person like a hill. Every step he took would make this earth. It seems to be shaking, but the strange thing is that there is no sound coming out.

    There was a huge battle axe on the shoulder of the man, and the axe had a dark red brown color, which was traces of blood drying.

    The other person is a short, thin figure. Through the curve of his posture, you can see that this person is a woman. His appearance is ordinary, his face is slightly black, and his eyes are like electricity. The speed is the most calm, like this gallop for her, we must slow down, in order to keep the three synchronized.

    On the woman's face, a poisonous fly was stabbed, making her look ugly.

    During the short time, the three people paused in the jungle. At the moment, the location of the three people was only five thousand feet away from Su Ming, but obviously, the three people did not realize that Su Ming's existed, and Su Ming, I was also immersed in the silent distortion, and I don’t know each other. In the five thousand feet, there are the enemy of the two sides.

    "This is the place. According to the agreement, we have to wait for Wu Dao for an hour. Wait here, Ying Huan, you are the fastest. Patrol the scope of the center as a center to determine whether it is safe.

    According to the map, there is no tribe here. The nearest tribe has some distance. There should be no Barbarian Clan, but be cautious. ”

    "If Wu Dao doesn't come after an hour, I will leave."The woman among the three men looked back at the man who spoke, and the body disappeared and disappeared into the night.

    "Wu Dao is a hilarious killer. If he doesn't come, I will leave."The big man with the tomahawk, sitting on the side, looked coldly at the man with the bat on his face.

    "Do not worry, Shaman Crystal, which he needs us to bring, will come. Once the transaction is successful, the three of us will not have to die so many people before they successfully enter Barbarian Clan. Under his magical technique, we can become avatars. Barbarian Clan, avoiding…Calamity of Eastern Wasteland. ”The man with the bat's spur on his face was low to open mouth. When he talked about the words Calamity of Eastern Wasteland, he breathed a little more quickly.

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