"Brother Kun, I've been to this place before. It's called Yanziling. There is an abandoned mountain temple just ahead." After walking for a while, we probably reached familiar terrain. One of Ankun's team members was named Bahou.
The path that people recognize.
"Then go to the mountain temple. Having a place to rest at night is safer than staying in the wilderness."
Hearing this, An Kun breathed a sigh of relief. If he found a familiar road, the rest would be easy. How could those martial arts masters who came and went so familiar with the terrain? Those people were guarding the official road, and they were walking the rat road.
The reason why Wu Chong and Daniu followed An Kun and his party was because they saw that they were well prepared.
"Angkor, what should we do?"
Daniel was a bachelor with no family. After Wu Chong told Tianchi City where the Wu family was located, he planned to go there and make a living. Although it was not as comfortable as a gang in the outside city, it was better than wandering around the world.
"Follow them and separate after escaping from the Tiehe Gang."
For some reason, Wu Chong not only did not feel safe after escaping all the way, but he felt more and more dangerous. It was as if a pair of invisible eyes were watching them indifferently from an unknown corner. This feeling made Wu Chong even more cautious.
He was observing every step he took, looking for the invisible crisis.
After walking for about a cup of tea, the group finally saw the mountain temple that Bahou mentioned.
No one has been to this place for who knows how long. It is dilapidated, the paper on the windows is rotten, and the old door panels squeak under the cold wind, as if they will fall down at any time.
"Finally a place to stay."
It was already dark by this time.
The group of people did not choose to travel all night. It is very dangerous in the mountains when it is dark. Not to mention jackals, tigers and leopards, it is more dangerous to be invisible, such as mountain spirits! After chatting with Daniel for so many days, Wu Chong already knows that there are other things in this world except
In addition to martial arts, there are also demons and ghosts. It is precisely because of the existence of these things that the living environment of human beings is so bad, and the status of Jianghu gangs who master high-end force is so aloof.
"As long as there is a house, monsters and ghosts will not dare to come in. Although this mountain temple is a little dilapidated, it is still safe in general."
An Kun took off his shoes and baked them on the fire rack next to the house.
"Mr. An has seen demons and monsters?" Wu Chong walked over, sat down next to An Kun, and asked.
"Who are you, kid?!"
"Xiao Nuo!"
A younger brother who was following An Kun was unhappy, but An Kun was good-tempered and stopped him.
"I met him once when I was young, and that time I almost lost my life." Mr. An was very talkative and did not put on airs, but started chatting with Wu Chong.
"Can you tell me more about it?"
Although I have heard it mentioned many times by Daniel, Wu Chong, who has traveled from the earth, does not particularly believe it. He suspects that people in this world have a poor understanding of science and have distorted some superstitious phenomena.
"It was just a painted-skinned monster that wore a layer of human skin and mingled among the crowd, killing people one by one. By the time the immortal discovered it, the monster had already eaten more than twenty people." Mr. An said it very simply, but
From a few words, we can deduce how thrilling the process was. In An Kun's description, he basically ran for his life the whole time, and he didn't even know how he survived in the end.
Immortal?
Immortal cultivators? Or people whose martial arts skills are beyond ordinary understanding.
Wu Chong thought in his mind.
"Has Mr. An seen the real body of the painted-skinned monster?"
Daniel next to him asked, An Lao's description was very vague, and there was no real description of the thing from beginning to end.
"I've seen it before. After being beaten to death by the Immortal, I once saw the body of that thing. It looked a bit like a lynx."
An Lao nodded.
"Then why is it safe for us to hide in the house?" When Mr. An was speaking, others gathered around him, and one of the two men and two women couldn't help but ask.
"I also heard what the immortal who killed the painted-skinned monster said. Places with houses represent popularity. For those things, houses are like territories, guarded by invisible forces."
"Mr. An, is the immortal you are talking about an immortal?"
"I don't know, maybe."
"Then shall we worship the immortal as our teacher? I heard the gentleman who wrote the book said that the immortal will accept disciples in our ordinary world."
"It's impossible, the Immortal... is another kind of life." At this point, An Lao lost his mind slightly. It was obvious that he had had a similar dream when he was young, but it failed later.
As soon as the topic was opened, the group of people started chatting. Most of them were asked by other people, and Old An was answering. This old man had traveled to many places before joining the Tiehe Gang and was well-informed.
As the number one figure, it's no wonder that Bahou and his group followed him wholeheartedly. Even Xu Daniu who was following Wu Chong couldn't help but ask a few questions.
Wu Chong spent most of his time listening.
After he came to this world, he basically stayed with the Tiehe Gang and didn't know much about this world. An Lao's extensive knowledge undoubtedly gave him a deeper understanding of this world.
This world has extraordinary power.
It's just that that kind of power is not acquired through practice, but is innate. Mortals will always be mortals. There is no such thing as cultivation. The only thing ordinary people can practice is martial arts! And even if martial arts is practiced to the peak, that is
The legendary Shattered One is also no match for the Immortal Leader, because the levels of life are different. Why are they different? Mr. An can't explain why.
This answer made Wu Chong very dissatisfied.
He was thinking that he must meet the so-called 'immortal leader' when he gets the chance.
The time for chatting passed quickly, and the coldness came after late at night.
The dilapidated mountain temple gradually became quiet. Everyone was tired after a day of escaping, and fell asleep in a daze after being tired. After adding more firewood every day, the bonfire became much weaker, and the big cow turned over in his sleep.
He muttered something. Wu Chong also fell asleep. The Eagle Claw Kung Fu he practiced was only a horizontal skill, and could not help him maintain peak energy like the internal Kung Fu.
I don't know how long it took, but the fire slowly extinguished. Wu Chong, who was sleeping against the wall, shivered and woke up from the cold.
"who!"
In the hazy moment, Wu Chong saw a dark figure flashing past the window. A cold chill washed over him, and he suddenly woke up. In the Kanshan Temple, the thirteen people who were still intact before going to bed did not know.
When were there only ten left? Counting him, there were only eleven!
Two are missing!
A chill hit my heart, and the cold feeling I felt when I was running for my life hit me again.
thunderbolt!
A bolt of thunder streaked across the sky, lighting up the mountain temple, and then large raindrops scattered, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into a curtain of rain all over the sky.
Heavy rain has closed the mountain, and now I can't leave even if I want to.