Chapter 248 Ways to Save

"So that's it..." Hearing this, the night god sacrifice also roughly understood why the old man still insisted on staying here after the clan became those monsters who only knew how to kill. Perhaps this very old man wanted to atone for himself through this way,

"Old uncle, have all your clans become that kind of monster, and yourself? Why didn't you become like that?" Just as the ragged old man looked at the stone wall outside the cave, the night god was beside him, with his big watery eyes open and asked doubtfully,

"Ha ha, at that time, after I brought the half of the practice skills back to my tribe, I studied the strange practice skills first, and then passed it on to those strong people in the tribe to practice, but because I have inherited the inheritance skills in the tribe, my body has so other skills. There is rejection, so I didn't practice that hard-won practice secret..."

When the ragged old man said this, he couldn't help stretching out a dry palm and tightly grasping his messy hair. "But I didn't expect that it seemed to me to be the secret of peerless cultivation, which would make those cultivated clans become such ferocious and terrible monsters, and I didn't expect that they would be completely lost. He lost his mind and slaughtered all the other people in the tribe..."

Speaking of this, the ragged old man stretched out his hand and covered his face full of vicissitudes. It seemed that he still blamed himself for the tragic consequences caused by his wrong choice in those years...

"So you are looking for such a cave to provide a place for those who have become monsters to live at night, and you are trapped here yourself, right?"

Looking at the rag-dressed old man's self-repentance, the night god sacrifice can only smile helplessly. Now all this is the evil result of the old man himself when he was young, so in the end, he can only taste it alone.

"I know how to do it, and I can't save the tragedy of that year, let alone make up for the people who have become what I am today because of the mistakes I made, so for hundreds of years, I have been looking for a way to make these people normal human beings..."

When the old man said this, his turbid eyes gathered on the night god sacrifice again. "But even if I use all my means, I can't turn the situation around. All I can do is to wait in this place, waiting for the person who is recorded in that book of cultivation..."

"It's that person, it's me." Hearing this, the Night God Festival also understood that the person the old man referred to was him, but it was really difficult for him to accept it. A person like him would be recorded on the cultivation skills that he came to their human world through a space channel from a space channel.

"That's right. I have studied the whole skill for hundreds of years, and finally saw a secret hidden in this practice. I don't know what this secret is, but I can see that the most important point is that in the long years, there must be a whole body scattered. The man who sent a golden light came here, and that person was the one who could save my whole tribe.

When the ragged old man said this, his crooked body couldn't help but stand up from the ground with excitement, trembling to a distance in front of the Night God Festival and the Night God, and stretched out his finger to the Night God Festival, "I didn't know that person was you at the beginning, until you just now. The moment I heard my sigh in the passage, the golden light that broke out made me affirm all this. This is also the reason why the two of you broke into this place, but I did not kill and wipe you according to the habit..."

"Old man, let's not talk about whether I will believe everything you said. Judging from the story you said, do you think I will really believe you so simply?" In the face of the imposing old man in front of him, the look on the night god sacrifice's face was not timid at all, but looked directly at the old man with a cuffy body and asked,

"Oh, I expected that you wouldn't believe it, but it doesn't matter. Everything I said is true. If you don't believe it, I can check the practice with you."

The ragged old man smiled at himself, and then stretched out his hand and slowly took out an ancient book with a simple atmosphere from his arms. Most of the paper on this ancient book had already turned slightly yellow under the invasion of the years, but perhaps the old man kept it well, which made the handwriting on it clear. See...

The night god sacrifice stretched out his hand and slowly took over the ancient book handed to him by the old man. His blood-colored smooth eyes stared at the old man's turbid eyes without blinking, as if he wanted to read something from the old man's eyes,

It's a pity that although the old man's eyes are turbid, it brings a kind of calm feeling to the night god sacrifice. The night god sacrifice can only see endless death and loneliness from the old man's eyes. It seems that in the hundreds of years of waiting, the old man's heart is like ashes, and the appearance of the night god sacrifice is to him. It is undoubtedly the last hope to save other people...

So no matter how excited this ragged old man is, he can only choose this way of storytelling to tell all the context of the matter to the night god sacrifice. Only in this way will not be disgusted by the night god sacrifice, and it is possible to persuade the night god sacrifice to help him,

Otherwise, in the way the old man acted when he was young, it was bound to directly catch the night god sacrifice and the night god, and then force the night god sacrifice to say how to save his people, but the old man did not do so, but chose a relatively gentle way,

At this time, he saw that the Night God Festival stretched out his hand to take over the old ancient book, and the old man's old face slowly showed a smile of relief. He was eager that the Night God Festival could come up with a way to save his people, and he also hoped that the Night God Festival could believe everything he said,

As long as the Night God Festival can restore his people to its original appearance, he is also willing to make a cow for the Night God Festival to repay him. The accusation that the Night God Festival did not believe him before made him a little depressed. At this time, taking over his book shows that the Night God Festival is still willing to believe all this he said, which makes this old The person showed a long-lost smile,

"Old man, what you said is indeed the same as what is recorded in this practice skill..." The Night God Festival relies on the excellent recognition ability of the pupil of the night god, but in a moment he saw the secret hidden in this ancient book,

However, after seeing that the book in his hand came from the demon world, and even after the practice of demons, the night god sacrifice could only shake his head helplessly and look at the rickety figure in front of him. At this time, the old man who looked very poor said, "But I don't know how to save your people. I only What I can tell you is that your people have become demons because of practicing this skill. If you want to save them, I guess you can only go to the demon world to find this way..."