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Snow in the evening,

No wind.

The lead-like dark cloud rolls from one side of the mountain to the other side of the mountain, a bit like a rogue, or a soul of a deceased has not yet dispersed nightmare.

At a crossroad, a fifty-foot pole is erected, and a red lantern is hung on it, which can be seen clearly even in this wind and snow.

But if there is a choice, no one wants to come close.

There are four characters written on the red lantern-Yuelai Inn.

Under the lantern, there is a string of dark houses. There is no light coming through, but a variety of sounds come out.

Some crying, some laughing, singing, laughing, cursing, sighing, sorrowful, and proud, almost covering all aspects of life.

The twelve silhouettes came from a distance, a little hesitating, a little hesitant, but in the end they came closer, looking at the four characters on the red lantern, and the first bald monk spat out one mouthful of impure air, call the door when you step forward, and bang the bang bang on the door panel.

The door opened, and inside bizarre and motley, all kinds of people are very lively.

But the bald-headed monk didn't even look at it. He walked in and came to the innermost counter. Bang dropped an eyeball-like accessory on the counter.

"Amitabha! Boss, die!"

"pa!"

"pa!"

"pa!"

The eleven silhouettes behind him silently stepped forward and took pictures of the same eye accessories one after another.

Inn's lobby was quiet for an instant, the lights suddenly went out, and the original singing voice was gone. The warm fire suddenly cooled down, and in a blink of an eye, there were 13 people left in the room.

The splendorous and majestic Inn's lobby is like a haunted house that has been abandoned for thousands of years.

Behind the counter, there was a man cowering, a man wearing a hat. He seemed to be very old, his movements were slow like a snail, his body trembling, and he could be blown away by a gust of wind.

Actually, when a gust of wind came, the man in the hat was really almost blown away like a paper man, if it weren’t for the monk to press a stick on the paper man’s head.

"Amitabha, this poor monk said, damn it!"

The expression on the monk's face is very hideous, in this dim night, like a wild beast, and behind him The eleven silhouettes also showed a dangerous atmosphere.

"cough cough, you should know what you are doing right now?" The man in the hat finally spoke, his voice was like a rat in a bellows, and when he spoke, the environment all around returned to normal in an instant, and the drinkers continued Drinking heartily, as if nothing happened.

"Knowing, our mission collapsed, and we are dead when we go back, so we went the other way, but this eyeball is sealed with our soul and soul, and now this eyeball can’t see what we are doing. But after 500 years, we will die miserably, so here we are."

"Does the mission crash? So sure, why not try it. You still have a lot of time, Wan Once the task is finally completed, you have to know that compared to the difficulty of the task, I don't think that offending the gods is the best solution. Now it is still too late for you to regret it." Dou Liren continued.

"It is because there is still a lot of time and can be arranged calmly, so we dare to betray. We are not novices. We know whether the task can be completed. Why were all the twelve apostles of the previous generation put to death? Just because they didn’t complete the mission? Not necessarily, there are very few people who know this insider, but it doesn’t mean we don’t have long brains!"

Monk coldly snorted , The fierce flame on his body is even better.

"So you don’t talk nonsense, we all know your identity, the Second Primordial Spirit who escaped from the starry sky god, in a sense, you are him, he is you, help us seal These eyeballs, and then we owe you a favor, or you just ask for a price!"

The man in the hat was silent for a while, and then said:

"For three thousand years, I can only do it for you Sealed for three thousand years, then I can’t do anything, plus the 500 years you have fought for, it’s 3,500 years in total. Once the time is up, you will die undoubtedly, so you have to find your own way, but apart from this, you have to find a way to break free. This shackle, to be honest, I don’t think you can do it unless my body dies. However, this universe, and that universe, the person or force that can kill my body simply does not exist."

"So, you guys, should you think about it again and find a way to complete the task, rather than gamble on a glimmer of survival after 3,500 years."

"Many thanks, let's talk about the cost. It is clear about the result of this choice."

The monk immediately replied without thinking about it.

"Really? Too arbitrary!" There was a hint of curiosity in the voice of the man in the hat.

"Really, because we are caught by the group curse, we don’t need to think about it. This task will not be completed." The monk reached out and grabbed a wisp of black smoke from the top of his head. The smoke continued. Struggling, tumultuously, and messy, it's sorrow!

"What kind of mass curse technique is so powerful?" As the man said, he curiously pulled a trace of smoke, but immediately followed him to mournful scream.

Because that little smog wrapped around him like a snake.

"Damn! Damn! You Little Monk dare to plot against me?"

The man in the hat shouted.

The monk sneered, "You are too confident, now you should believe that we are not lying, don't talk nonsense, give us death, or we can friendly remind you how to lift this weird curse Well, this bit of smoke has been accumulated and condensed and refined in the past three years, buddy, trust me, you will know how disgusting this thing is."

The monk said that, face There was a lingering expression on it.

"Okay, you are cruel, I did this deal, and I don’t want your favors, but you have to accept twelve tasks for me, yes, don’t stare, you have ten Two people, that is, twelve missions. After the mission is completed, I promise you will be alive and well within 3,500 years." Hehe said with a smile.

"Amitabha, I said, you won't let us kill the three Avatars of the gods, right?"

"Of course not. The task form is here. It’s guaranteed to be completed within a hundred years, and there is not much danger."

Bang, the man in the bucket, took out a stack of special contracts, the monk and the others, one for each. share.

It's just that after reading the contents of these contracts, the expressions on their faces suddenly became extremely unbelievable, because the name written under the entrusted contract was-Qin!

This word, in the Qin civilization, only one person is qualified to use this name, that is, Your Majesty, the emperor of the Zither Emperor, the old monster who has been in power for 350,000 years.

This is simply unimaginable, because if the truth is revealed to the world, it is estimated that the world will be in chaos.

(PS: Uh, I have been busy buying new year’s goods and going home and other matters these past two days, so please bear with me!)