In the Southwest Region, where the former Nanyun Province and Xiguihang Province met, there is a small unknown mountain village.
Even in those years when zombie viruses were rampant, this small mountain village was extremely peaceful and unaffected.
Nowadays, the outside world has undergone earth-shaking changes, but this small mountain village remains the same as before.
In the forest on the east side of this small mountain village, there is a cave covered by trees and vines. It is difficult for outsiders to find this cave, but everyone in the village knows the location of the cave. Except for the old village chief, no one can find the cave.
No one is allowed to enter it.
At this moment, the old village chief, who was nearly eighty years old, was holding a cane and, with the support of his granddaughter Sun Mengyao, he came step by step to the entrance of the cave. After signaling his granddaughter to wait outside, the old village chief staggered into the cave.
After passing through the long corridor, the old village chief came to a cave about the size of half a basketball court.
There is no external light source coming into the cave, but there is a blood-colored vine growing on the wall. The leaves of this vine emit a faint red light, allowing people to see everything in the cave clearly.
In the center of the cave is an altar, and on top of the altar is a statue of the devil.
Under the statue, there were three ancient bronze lamps placed, but at this time, the flame of one of the ancient bronze lamps had gone out.
The old village chief's pupils shrank slightly, and a shocking aura instantly erupted.
But soon, the old village chief restrained his aura.
He simply threw away the crutch in his hand, walked quickly to the bottom of the altar, and carefully checked the extinguished ancient bronze lamp. After thoroughly confirming that the ancient lamp was completely extinguished, he let out a long sigh.
"Lao San, with your current cultivation level, who can kill you?" The old man sighed softly and wanted to turn around and return, but he felt that he was unwilling to understand the cause of Lao San's death.
Finally, he bit his fingertips, carved a series of runes on the altar with blood, and then pointed at the extinguished ancient bronze lamp.
A majestic energy poured into the ancient lamp, and the ancient lamp suddenly appeared in large numbers, and a picture appeared directly.
In the picture, it was the scene where Ye Xiu punched the old man in the blood-red robe to death.
"Bang!" When the fist hit the blood-robed old man's head, the screen instantly shattered.
The old village chief couldn't bear the backlash, so he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.
A blush appeared on his originally pale face, and his breath weakened a lot. It was obvious that using this secret method to recreate the scene of the deceased's life was very exhausting.
The old man stared at the ancient lamp that was extinguished again with gleaming eyes.
His expression was very solemn.
In the end, the old man seemed to have made a decision and turned around and left the cave.
"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?" When the old man walked out of the cave, his breath was extremely weak. Seeing the old man's pale face, the girl who looked only eighteen or nineteen years old exclaimed and hurriedly stepped forward to help her.
An old man lives here.
"Go back to the village and ask your three uncles to meet me at home..." The old man did not explain, but said softly.
The girl did not dare to ask any more questions and quickly helped the old man back to the village.
Half an hour later, three middle-aged men who looked very similar came to the old village chief's home, and the old village chief was sitting in front of a drawing board, seeming to be drawing something.
The three middle-aged men, including the girl, did not dare to disturb the old man and just stood aside respectfully.
After waiting for a few more minutes, the old man put down the brush in his hand, turned the drawing board, and pointed it at a few people.
"Remember his appearance..." the old man said to the three men.
The three of them were puzzled, but they quickly memorized the characters on the drawing board.
"He was the one who killed your third uncle. It's very likely that all your third uncle's plans over the past few years have come to nothing. I want you to go out and bring him back..." the old man muttered softly.
"Are you alive?" one of the strongest men asked.
"Live well!" The old man nodded.
"We got it!" The three of them responded at the same time.
"Go ahead, go back early!" The old man waved his hand.
The three of them didn't dare to say anything, or even dare to ask the old man why his breath was so weak, and they just left the room.
"Mengyao, have you remembered all the things grandpa gave you?" The old man looked at his most doting granddaughter.
"I remember everything, grandpa..." Sun Mengyao nodded.
"That's good. From tomorrow onwards, you can go to the cave to practice. You are not allowed to step out of the cave until you become a great witch..."
"Grandpa..." Sun Mengyao's expression changed.
Their village is no ordinary village. All the village names are members of the Blood God Sect, and the Blood God Sect has inherited the ancient witchcraft religion.
She is still just an ordinary little witch disciple, not even a little witch. She doesn't know how long it will take to become a big witch.
After staying in the village for nearly twenty years, she was already very sad and wanted to go outside to have a look. How could she accept that he was now left to live alone in that gloomy cave.
But before she could refuse, the old man interrupted directly: "Our Blood God Sect has been lurking for thousands of years. Now we are in troubled times, which is the opportunity for our Blood God Sect to rise. You are the only born Blood Demon Saint in the past thousand years.
The heavy responsibility of strengthening our Blood God Sect falls on you, Mengyao, don’t let grandpa down..."
Looking at her grandfather's old face, Sun Mengyao didn't know what to say for a moment.
In the end, I could only nod vigorously: "I understand, Grandpa!"
"Go and prepare more!" The old man sighed softly.
The whole person seemed to have aged by more than ten years.
The girl bowed deeply to the old man and retired respectfully.
The old man closed his eyes silently, but in his mind was the scene of Ye Xiu killing his third brother.
Although he only saw the scene of his third brother's death and was not present at the scene, the old man could still see that the punch that killed his third brother was by no means the power of a warrior, but the pure power of witchcraft.
Could it be that he is also the inheritor of other factions of the ancient witchcraft religion?
Although the old man already knows that the power system of the Yuan Fighters that are popular outside today is similar to that of the ancient Wu Wu, but these so-called Yuan Fighters basically rely on the action of potions to stimulate their own power, which is different from the real Wu Wu.
Essential difference.
To put it simply, real witchcraft relies on practice to stimulate their own potential step by step and gain powerful strength. Whether it is the foundation or the use of their own strength, it is far more than those who gain strength by taking drugs.
Fighter!
It is no exaggeration to say that at the same level, a real Wuwu can easily kill a dozen Yuan warriors.
However, he knew that the young man who killed his third brother was definitely the purest Wu Wu, and his inheritance was far more profound than that of the Blood God Sect!