As we were about to arrive in front of the old man, a fierce wind suddenly blew out from the air, and then we saw a tall black figure appearing on our side. Looking at the appearance, it was exactly the same as the person we had seen before!

The tall figure stopped and fired several arrows in the moment. I didn't look back and shot several zombies, nor did I have the chance to look back. I only heard heavy muffled sounds from behind. At this time, I looked up and saw clearly the face of the old man in front of me, but was stunned for a moment.

On both sides of the straight nose bridge are old faces filled with wrinkles. This is an ordinary old man's face, but what surprised me was that the old man's forehead was carved with a black mark, which was very strange and I couldn't understand what the pattern was. Above the black mark, there was a knot of various colors on his hair, and there were unknown slender feathers on both sides... He locked his eyes deeply, looked at me quietly, and then shouted loudly: "What are you still standing there?! Go behind me!"

"Yeah!" I instinctively agreed, and then helped Bu Yique to hide behind the old man. Bu Yique's face was very pale. It seemed that the pain caused by foot injuries was tormenting him deeply. I had no choice but to support him, and it was more stable!

"Ji No, let the great wood god punish their blasphemy and let the evil spirits in the White Ape River be with them forever. Ji No, you are a brave child, I will give this place to you. I want to send these two intruders away from here!" The old man's communication with the man in front was completely in a tone of advice, like a conversation between the father and the son. Somehow, my heart trembled inexplicably...

The old man's voice fell, and the tall figure in front of him suddenly turned around, and said with great firmness: "Father, don't worry, Jino is willing to give everything to the God of the Woods, even if he lives!"

I opened my mouth slightly, this... Why do these two people look like farewell to life and death? But their words are so sincere, so simple, so touching... The old man's words are obviously to send us out of this forest and let the young man called Jino deal with all the zombies alone. I was suddenly shocked by their strange behavior, weird clothes, and strange words. Suddenly, I deeply doubted everything, everything around me, and the White Ape River under the slope, which brought me unprecedented confusion and dreams. It seemed that such a real experience was like a confused and strange dream, which made me fall into a brief loss...

The old man didn't say anything else, turned his head and signaled us to follow him, but I was still watching the man behind, the young man named Ji No, and saw the black army of zombies approaching him. I clenched my fists silently, and at this moment I realized that I was still holding a peach wood sword in my hand. By the way! I am a Maoshan disciple!

But now, in this dangerous forest, what can I do with just a little bit of fur Taoist technique?

Jino supported the huge bow and arrow with one arm. In almost the blink of an eye, he had already raised five or six iron arrows, and then when I turned around, he pulled up with a "swish!" and then fired out in a quiet voice.

Following the old man, I had to admit that I was so small that I had the aspiration to go back to the country boy who had no power to protect himself when I was the grave-pressed man. If my master saw this moment, I really don't know what he would think of me. I must have scolded me again...

I exhale deeply, and I no longer think about those self-deprecating things. After setting off again, I actually felt that the roads in the woods were much easier to walk than before. Not only were there no pits, but the light around me would cause visual obstacles. The old man was as open and straightforward as I was walking in the daytime. Although his voice was old, his steps were extremely steady and powerful, and his movements were very fast. I accidentally saw the old man's feet and I was stunned for a moment. He... he was barefoot...

Their dresses are obviously different from those of modern people, and the corpse-fixing arrows they use are also very strange. As the saying goes, all things are united, but I am really ignorant. What sect do they are or what ancient mysterious tribes are they? They are actually hidden deep in the White Ape River, isolated from the world, and what kind of forest god they are talking about, and what kind of god is that? Do they believe in these big trees?

There were really many questions to find answers for a moment, but in the face of this situation, I naturally couldn't ask the old man about these things. Alas, it would be great if the master was there, he would definitely know, and if he were there, we wouldn't have become so embarrassed.

After walking for half an hour, don't underestimate this half an hour, but it's more than half an hour we've walked before. The movement of Ji No's arrow shooting zombies behind us has long disappeared from behind. The surroundings are quiet again, very quiet, but not scary. Perhaps it's because of this mysterious old man around us. When walking with him, he actually has the same sense of security when walking with his master.

I felt a little relieved if I couldn't feel the signs of the mistakes of the shadows, but I immediately thought of Ji No, who was fighting with a group of zombies in the distance behind me. I didn't know how he was doing now. I thought about it and immediately said to the old man in front of me... I remembered the name he was when he spoke, and I really didn't know what to call this old man, senior? Because he was definitely not a Taoist priest, but it seemed that it was not appropriate to call him like this... After thinking for a moment, I pursed his lips and said, "Grandpa, it's safe here. Why don't you go back to help Ji No. I think the person who needs help the most is him, not us anymore."

I thought my sincerity would make the old man turn back, but the old man not only did not mean to turn around, but instead said coldly in a fury: "Hmph! Ji Nou has grown up. He is a strong eagle, a tiger guarding the god of the woods. He does not need the help of me, the old man. Instead, you two little babies shouldn't have come here, let alone travel through the forest here!"

I was speechless for a moment, and my kindness seemed to have become an insulting word in front of the old man. I really don’t understand what tradition they inherited. Helping an outsider is more important than your own relatives. In this way, I had nothing to say, and agreed in a quiet voice and continued to follow the old man.

Before I knew it, the light in front of me became inexplicably brighter, a white breath floating towards me, it was fog?! It was indeed fog! And it was very quiet white mist, like a clean breath existing in the haze. Looking forward, the forest gradually became thinner, and the white mist became solemn and richer.

The old man suddenly stopped, then turned around without warning to look at me and Bu Yique and said in a serious voice: "Little baby, this is already the edge of the forest, and there is a road to the other side in front. I can't send you there anymore, but you still have to be careful. The danger in the fog is not much worse than in the forest. May the God of Earth bless you to cross the White Ape River smoothly, go..."

In the last sentence, the old man's voice was obviously much gentler, and his eyes were no longer solemn and sharp, but there was only a faint sense of kindness, but it was immediately swept away, looking at us expressionlessly, signaling us to get on the road as soon as possible.

I wanted to say some blessing words, but in the face of the old man's strange temper and increasingly cold eyes, I couldn't say it. I slowly clasped my fists and bowed to the old man, sighed lightly, and supported Bu Yique and turned his head to walk into the vast white fog...

Just after walking a few steps, I turned around and wanted to look at the old man again, but there was no trace of the old man, only the helpless white mist was floating slowly. I smiled bitterly and thought to myself that this old man was really mysterious.

Although there was a little hazy white light in the rich white mist, the visibility was very low. Apart from being able to vaguely see the distance between the ruler under your feet, there was nothing else. However, the air was no longer quiet, because the turbulent white ape River on one side was clearly telling me that we are now back to the bank of the river.

Bu Yique suddenly asked in silence: "Daily seventh day of the lunar month, what is the Yin-Yang Bridge mentioned by Master Yang? What bridge will it be? A stone bridge? Or a wooden bridge? or even... a wooden stake?"

I glanced around carefully, and then agreed bitterly: "In this ghost place, I almost don't know who I am, and I have no room to think about what the Yin-Yang Bridge is. However, since Master said that using blood can distinguish Yin-Yang, I think it will not be difficult to leave. As the saying goes, two cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang, and we are all authentic Taoist disciples at least. You can't lose to a cobbler no matter what you say, right? Let's go!"

"Uh? Are you three cobblers good?"
Chapter completed!