Chapter 337 Long Life 3

"I have inquired that since Zhao Zhiping came back half a month ago, his appearance has greatly changed, his temperament is much calm and gentle, and he has become friends with many people in the village. And he did not provoke Jinlong again, and the relationship between the two eased a lot. He has been traveling down the mountain for only half a year. I don't believe that a person's temperament will change so much..."

Liu Wanyun analyzed at a glance, and suddenly raised his eyebrows and rushed to the door to open the door. It was drizzling outside, and fine rain sprinkled on her face. At the same time, the wind came with the sad howl of the fat man not far away.

"Killing! Help--"

"You two are in the house. Don't go anywhere!" Liu Wanyun left a sentence and quickly shot into the smoke-like rain curtain.

Ye Piaoling followed a few steps to the door, but stopped on the steps. The rising rain silk soaked the hem of the clothes, and the coolness soaked into the neck along the cheeks. He wanted to follow him, but he hesitated when he thought of Qin Yan, who was unattended in the room.

The vast rain and fog blocked the view and could not see the distant scene clearly. He stood at the door for a few seconds, and finally returned and walked back to the house.

"The fat man can really provoke trouble. Mr. Fang also disappeared. At the critical moment, there was no one..." Ye Piaoling muttered, approached the bed and whispered, "Brother Han, Brother Han, are you asleep?"

"No." Qin Yan, who closed his eyes and nourished his mind, opened his eyes. Originally, he was a little tired, but he was scared by the pig-killing scream of the third young master, and all kinds of sleepiness were driven away.

"Are you sleepy? It's boring to lie alone. How about we play a few games of chess?

"I can't play chess."

"It doesn't matter, I'll teach you!"

Qin Yan, who was enjoying a leisurely life, did not know that Fang Qiuyao, who was a few miles away, had fallen into a difficult battle.

Fang Qiuyao was originally guarding on the roof. He obeyed Liu Wanyun's instructions and carefully controlled his breathing and internal breath without being noticed by anyone. However, a white figure floated and attracted his attention.

The man was wrapped in cloth strips, his figure looked a little twisted, and his walking posture was also very strange. No matter how he looked like a normal person. Fang Qiuyao was curious and turned over and quietly approached the guy, trying to test his origin. Unexpectedly, the other party was also very alert and didn't wait for him to open his mouth. Fang Qiuyao has made great progress in martial arts recently. Naturally, he was not afraid. He fought with him a few moves and cut off the opponent's arm with a sword, and then he saw something he should not have seen.

Under the cloth cut by the sharp blade, there are pieces of rolled carrion attached to the inverted bone joints, and white maggots squirm between the carrion and bone spurs-

With just a glance, Fang Qiuyao was so disgusted that he almost spit out, and the stench gushing out from under the cloth almost suffocated him.

In his stunned time, the monster took the opportunity to turn around and run away, rushed into the wood stack behind the house, climbed up the slope, and got into the woods. The rough action broke countless branches, which shocked the birds on the tree to flap their wings.

Fang Qiuyao came to his senses and secretly that he must not let go of this non-human or ghost monster, and quickly caught up with him.

He rushed up the hillside, circled in the woods, and then turned back to the path outside the village and came to a half- collapsed thatched hut.

The smell of the monster is behind this thatched hut. As long as you pass through it, you can grab it and reveal its true face.

However, Fang Qiuyao's heart gradually appeared as a warning sign, and his footsteps slowed down, carefully scanning around.

"Shasha..." A slight sound of footsteps came from both directions, accompanied by the sound of rustling, a layer of gray fog quietly emerged from the east, covered with vegetation, and quickly spread towards this side.

In the gray fog, a looming figure approached. At the left edge of Fang Qiuyao's vision, another tall figure, also wrapped in white cloth, gently walked to the seven steps on his left, horned with the man in the gray fog and blocked his retreat.

Fang Qiuyao's eyes shrank, but not because of fear. He stared at the man on the left and thought to himself that there seemed to be only one in the village that matched the characteristics of such a tall figure...

The gray fog full of gloomy breath wrapped around like tentacles. Fang Qiuyao carried the true spirit to resist, and still felt a little uncomfortable in his chest. He bowed up, clenched the sword in his hand, and prepared to solve the battle quickly.

At this time, the man in the gray fog said, "Kid, don't be in a hurry to die. Your cultivation is not easy. We may cooperate. You may be interested in our plan.

Fang Qiuyao restrained his momentum a little and said in a low voice, "What are your plans?"

The man in the gray fog gently spit out two words: "Long life."

"Long life?"

"Hmm. The disaster is not bad, and we will live together with God. Join us and you will get the most precious thing in the world. The man's voice was low and thick, not slow, revealing a strange charm. A pair of red jade-like light in the gray fog penetrated the haze and fell on Fang Qiuyao's face, making him tremble all over and involuntarily take a step back. That's the man's scrutiny, as if he could see through people's hearts at a glance. Under the evil charm of his deliberate implication, no one can refuse his invitation.

But this time he will be disappointed. The teenager's heart is like a clear spring, clear to the bottom, but there is no delusion and greed he wants. Fang Qiuyao put his sword across his chest, and his eyebrows were full of vigilance. The word "Elong Life" came to his ears, but it did not have the effect that the people in the fog wanted.

The teenager asked in a cold tone, "How do you plan to live?" Turn yourself into a zombie, or adopt the sacrificial ceremony of the ancient evil gods?

The man in the fog said, "Don't you want to live long?"

"I don't want to. At that time, all the relatives and friends will die, and there is no point in living alone.

The man in the fog was stunned for a moment, looked at him carefully, and then laughed in a low voice: "So, you haven't come into contact with all kinds of ** in the world. Naturally, you don't know the value of life... Anyway, no matter how much you persuade a person like you, it's useless, so you have to make a little sacrifice. ——"

When the last word came out, the figure in the fog also came with the sad sound of breaking the air. Fang Qiuyao has been secretly alert. He raised his hand and split it with a sword, colliding with some kind of sharp blade in the gray fog, making a sharp tremor.

At this time, the wind roared behind him, and another tall figure also rushed forward. Fang Qiuyao waved his sword sideways to block, and only felt a huge force surging, which made his wrist numb and inexplicable.

This person's power is no less than that of Black Rock. What on earth is it? The grizzly bear in my impression is extremely powerful, but it is not so horrible...

However, the situation of the crisis could not allow him to think much about. The sharp blade between the palms in the fog was woven into a net and wrapped him in it. Its speed was even a little faster than Qin Yan. His body method was more like a ghost, and coupled with the fierce and strange power of the high adult shadow, it was simply impeccable.