"Can you speak the language of the north?" Wang Tiezhu asked curiously.
The boy nodded, looked at Wang Tiezhu with a pair of big eyes on his dark face, and continued to ask: "Are you a friend of these people?"
Wang Tiezhu was stunned when he heard this, "These people?"
"These are the people who died here."
The boy walked over slowly, looked at the blood everywhere, and whispered.
"Well, they are not friends, they should be allies." Wang Tiezhu thought for a while, Xuanyuan Kingdom and Hualan Kingdom should be allies, right?
"Then are you here to avenge them?" The boy stopped, stood not far from Wang Tiezhu, looked at him and asked.
"Yes." Wang Tiezhu nodded, and then added: "If we can find the person who killed them."
The boy looked at Wang Tiezhu quietly without saying a word.
This look made Wang Tiezhu feel a little nervous, and he felt that the boy in front of him was getting more and more strange.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the venue was strangely quiet.
"You're going to die."
Just when Wang Tiezhu wanted to open his mouth to break this weird feeling, the boy suddenly said.
Wang Tiezhu froze and said with a smile: "I will die? Do you know what my cultivation level is?"
"Know."
The boy replied calmly: "Just like a person who died here."
"What!"
Wang Tiezhu was shocked and looked at the boy in disbelief, "How do you know?"
The boy closed his eyes, as if feeling the breath around him, "The breath on your body is the same as his. Your breath is the strongest here."
"If he dies, you will die too." The boy opened his eyes, and his pupils and the whites of his eyes turned extremely dark.
Wang Tiezhu looked at the boy's changes and felt a little puzzled.
Because he didn't feel any spiritual energy fluctuations from the boy.
In other words, the boy in front of me is just an ordinary person.
But why did his eyes change like this?
How did he know that his realm was the same as the demigod monk who died here?
The boy seemed to have read through Wang Tiezhu's thoughts and said slowly: "I was born with dark eyes and can sense the breath of ghosts. This is why my eyes change. Please don't mind."
"That's it." Wang Tiezhu nodded, suddenly thought of something, and said: "Which tribe are you a child of? How come you are here?"
The boy shook his head and did not answer Wang Tiezhu's question.
"You'd better leave as soon as possible, don't come again, and don't let others come, otherwise there will only be more and more souls trapped here, and you can't fight him."
"The trapped soul? Him?"
Wang Tiezhu had more and more doubts in his heart, "What does this mean? Who is he?"
"He is...the god of this mountain range."
Hearing this, Wang Tiezhu raised his eyebrows. The last person with "god" in his name had turned into a gashapon machine and was lying in his spiritual sea.
"The people who died here are lucky enough. The souls of those who were swallowed by him can only be tortured forever..."
A look of pain suddenly appeared on the boy's face, he held his head and whispered.
"Don't come again, don't come again! Don't let any more innocent people die!" Suddenly, the boy raised his head and roared at Wang Tiezhu, turned around and ran quickly into the woods.
"etc!"
Wang Tiezhu was startled by the sudden strangeness of the boy. When he recovered, he quickly chased after him, but the boy seemed to have suddenly disappeared. With Wang Tiezhu's demigod consciousness, he was unable to find him.
"The God of the Ethereal Mountains..."
Wang Tiezhu murmured, looking up at the ethereal mountain range covered by dark clouds, feeling that the mountain range was getting darker and weirder, as if some unspeakable evil force was gestating within it.
I thought of the boy's words "you will die" again.
Wang Tiezhu suddenly felt a chill on his back, and a creepy feeling swept through his body, as if he was being watched by something in a dark corner.
He quickly spread his consciousness around, but didn't find anything strange.
"It's funny, I was actually frightened by what a child said."
Wang Tiezhu smiled and shook his head, turned around and left the place.
Return to the "Kong Jia" colony.
Wang Tiezhu told the person in charge of the Xuanyuan Chamber of Commerce that they would no longer be able to send caravans near the Kongling Mountains in the near future, and also asked about news about the "Kongling Mountain God".
In the end, nothing was found. No one had ever heard of the ethereal mountain god.
Finally, he asked for information about the style of the boy's animal robe, but the result was the same as Wang Tiezhu thought.
People here have never seen the style of beast robe described by Wang Tiezhu, so the idea of finding the boy's tribe from the beast robe has come to nothing.
"It's not like I got nothing at all."
Wang Tiezhu looked back at the Kongling Mountains in the distance and returned to the place where the "Cang Ding" group lived.
Return to the "Cang Ding" colony.
Wang Tiezhu told Li Heng how he met the little boy, and Li Heng also looked confused.
"The God of the Ethereal Mountains? I have never heard of it."
Wang Tiezhu nodded and asked: "How is the man named Zhao Cai? Is he awake?"
"Back to your lord, just as I was about to tell you this, Zhao Cai has woken up and his mental condition has recovered somewhat."
Later, Wang Tiezhu followed Li Heng and saw Zhao Cai who had regained consciousness. Although his complexion was still not very good, he seemed to be fine.
"Zhao Cai, this is Lord Wang. Please tell me in detail what you saw and heard in Luo Niao Lin."
Later, Wang Tiezhu learned from Zhao Cai what happened on the day when the caravan was attacked.
When Zhao Cai and his party arrived at Luo Niao Forest, it was getting late.
Xiong Meng, the demigod monk who led the team, ordered to camp here and rest for the night.
Everyone then repaired in the Bird-falling Forest. The caravan was in strict order, and several teams would alternately keep vigil at night. Everything was normal in the first half of the night.
At midnight, a group of men in white robes suddenly appeared from the surrounding woods.
Some are holding iron chains, and some are holding chain blades. These people have no breath on their bodies, but they are extremely powerful. The iron chains and chain blades in their hands are even more weird.
Ordinary monks would die if they touched it. Xiong Meng also died of exhaustion under the siege of many enemies. Zhao Cai survived by chance because of a family heirloom.
"When I woke up, I only saw corpses everywhere. I thought everyone was dead. I just wanted to come back and tell the Chamber of Commerce the news. But because of exhaustion of spiritual power and excessive blood loss, I fainted on the way. Fortunately, I
He was saved by members of the Kama tribe and he survived."
"The scars on your body were caused by the chain blade? Why haven't they healed yet?" Wang Tiezhu asked, looking at the cloth strip that was still bleeding slightly.
Zhao Cai smiled bitterly, "There is a strange aura attached to the weapons in the hands of those people. I have never seen this kind of aura before. It can make people's spiritual power dissipate and make it difficult for wounds to heal. Moreover, those people become stronger as they fight. During the battle,
