We don't understand everything here. We arrived at such a place inexplicably. To be honest, we don't know where to go. Suddenly, there is a sound like this, which means that someone is coming. No matter what the purpose of the person is.

, it also gives us a guiding direction.

Simply, I led everyone to stand on the wooden bridge and wait quietly.

The sound got louder and louder, and got closer. With this sound, I saw a group of people seeming to come out of the gap in the mountains.

This sudden glance made me a little strange, but after a closer look, I found that they came out from behind, indicating that there is a valley hidden behind the mountain range.

No wonder such a strange village is unknown to the public. It turns out that it is extremely hidden due to its topography.

There were only ten people in the team. A few people sat on a horse-drawn wooden cart, one person pulled the cart, and a few people wearing bamboo hats followed on foot. The speed was not fast, but because it was a flat beach,

, they arrived in front of us very quickly, and then stopped about ten meters away.

The first time I saw these people, I was a little surprised. Those people wearing bamboo hats were nothing more than the ones pulling the cart. It was a middle-aged man wearing a sheepskin jacket. Apart from his expressionless face,

Apart from his cold eyes, there was nothing special to note. What surprised me was the few people in the car.

They were a few people wearing Taoist robes, just like when I met my master. At first glance, you couldn't tell their age at all. They seemed to be middle-aged people, and they seemed to be old people. They were said to be middle-aged people just because of the traces of time.

It's not too serious. It's said to be an old person because the eyes show the vicissitudes of life. One glance makes people think that these are not the eyes that a person under his age can have.

But unlike my master, these people seem to pay great attention to image. Although the Taoist robes are not new, they are vaguely gorgeous and very clean. Their hair is pulled into a bun, which is the standard hairstyle of Taoist priests. Modern Taoist priests have already

I rarely dress up like that, but the bun is also done meticulously by them, and it feels like I have applied hair oil.

These people are very strange. They look familiar at first glance, but they can't quite remember their appearance. This is either because of their popular faces, or it means that their skills have been cultivated to a very advanced level. They coincide with heaven and earth, so they are not abrupt and harmonious.

The appearance of it not only makes you feel familiar, but also feels like a floating cloud that you can’t catch.

While I was looking at these people, these people were also looking at us. Only the Taoist priest sitting in the middle had his eyes half closed and did not look at us.

The atmosphere was very silent. We didn't know what to say to these people who suddenly appeared, and they didn't speak either. They just looked at us with unguessable looks, because they were so strange that I can't even describe them.

After more than ten seconds like this, the Taoist priest sitting in the middle suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes instantly fell on me.

With just one glance, I felt an inexplicable and huge pressure, and I found that I didn't dare to look into his eyes. In addition to the huge pressure, I felt that this person seemed to have seen through everything, and what his eyes revealed

There are certain things that ordinary people cannot possess at all. It makes people feel that this is not a person at all, but an old monster who has lived for a long time.

My forehead was inexplicably covered with fine beads of sweat. The stubbornness in my bones that had always been stubborn and unyielding was quickly disintegrating. I intuitively felt that I had no power to resist this Taoist priest, and I should even give him a few points.

Respect, even I don’t know where this emotion comes from?

"Chen Chengyi." The old man said inexplicably.

"Ah?" I subconsciously let out a meaningless exclamation. When I raised my head, I inevitably met the eyes of this Taoist priest, or rather an experienced Taoist. My mind felt like an electric shock. How did he know that my name was Chen Cheng?

one?

"Are you the descendant of Shanzimai?" The old Taoist spoke with a strong and inexplicable simplicity. He didn't give any explanation, but just approached him step by step and asked directly what he wanted to ask.

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and behind me there was the sound of everyone breathing heavily. I'm afraid everyone felt this pressure.

"Yes." I didn't know why so I answered directly. I felt a little humiliated. I subconsciously clenched my fists and kept cheering myself up. Finally, I had the courage to look at him and ask: "

How do you know me?"

Originally, I wanted to say how do you know everything about me, but for some reason, my voice became softer and softer, so that my courage was not enough to sustain me to finish this sentence.

"Calculation." Unexpectedly, the old man gave me an answer. Although the answer only had two words, it already explained everything.

Guess? I suddenly remembered everything terrible in that town. Could it be, could it be him?

This thought made me raise my head involuntarily, and looked up at this old man with some horror. He looked back at me calmly, but his eyes seemed to have great suction. I only glanced at it, but I couldn't free myself at all.

Avert my eyes.

"You are very good, and you still have the courage to ask me questions." I could no longer speak. My companions behind me were originally a group of proud and stubborn people, and they could not make any sound at all, but this veteran spoke calmly and calmly.

I couldn't sense the context or emotion of what he said, and I couldn't tell whether he was praising me or whether I had offended him. In short, in the weather like late autumn, my back was soaked with sweat.

Many people may not understand my feelings, but I can't help but think of Jiang Yi. Everything about him is like this, with a newscaster-like voice and deeply hidden emotions. But compared to this old man, he

It seemed to be deliberately artificial, and the old man hid everything so naturally.

I still looked at him, just because I couldn't look away at all, but he continued: "The choice is yours. Stay in this village, become a presence in this village, follow me. Stay in this village, and wait until

Become a sacrifice for a certain period of time. Choose.”

At this moment, my fine sweat has accumulated into beads of sweat, rolling down the edge of my forehead. The old man spoke without any nonsense, to the point where there were no connecting words or turning words, but I still understood what he meant.

If you live, you will follow him and become a being who "helps the evildoers". If you die, you will be sacrificed here.

And apart from these two choices, there is no hint of any change in his words from his words.

Sweat oozed from my clenched fists. I have faced death so many times, and I have never felt such pressure even when I have passed by it. But in the face of absolute power, even though I will feel fear and weakness.

, but what cannot be changed or erased is my soul.

I can't forget those poor old people, their protection and persistence, and even sacrificed their lives for a glimmer of light. How could I use the road they paved for us with their lives to get here, and then become another massacre?

'Their 'executioner'??

"People always have to have a certain bottom line." Master's calm words rang in my mind. What I didn't finish was that even if this bottom line has to be protected at the cost of life.

"Morality, morality, morality and righteousness are connected, and righteousness is the greatest righteousness!" Master once taught Xiao Chengqian's elder, that is, the Wu Liyu who disappeared with my master.

I can't forget this. Under the pressure, my breathing became difficult, and the sweat rolled down my body, as if I had just fished it out of the water. But the inexplicable courage came out, allowing me to look at that indifferent person.

The old Taoist said word for word: "I will not choose to follow you."

"Okay." The old man didn't even mean to ask a second time. Instead, he looked at the people behind me and asked, "You guys?"

There was no sound behind me, but I subconsciously looked back, and everyone was shaking their heads hard. They might not be able to say anything under pressure, but they chose the same front as me without hesitation.

It makes me feel calm but not moved, because we have gone through life and death and understand each other. Isn't this inevitable?

"Very good." The old man narrowed his eyes again, and the atmosphere became silent again. But as he closed his eyes, I felt that the pressure also dropped sharply, and I was finally able to breathe smoothly.

At this time, I didn't notice that there was one person who was more relaxed than me, and that was Tao Bo. He inexplicably resisted this pressure.

After more than ten seconds, the old man still didn't open his eyes, but he spoke again: "Xiao Chengqian, bring him here. Also, the one who is interesting, bring him here."

He was pointing at Tao Bo, why did he single out Xiao Chengqian?
Chapter completed!