"puff"

The feet wearing cloth boots were stepped into the mud.

Splashing mud and water.

Dye the best blue robe with stains.

This mountain road is not easy to walk.

It was raining heavily again.

You cannot beat a torch in the night, but you cannot shine on the road.

Few people choose to travel in such weather.

But the man holding an umbrella and carrying a sword does not stop.

He didn't care about the mud under his feet and continued to move forward.

Behind him, there were more than a dozen warriors with equally serious faces, wearing straw raincoats and swords.

They marched in the night rain.

Very silent.

"Boom"

The low thunder exploded in the sky.

A ray of light lit up in the heavy rain, illuminating the figures of this group of people moving alone.

Project their shadows in mud and water.

It's old.

But the light and shadow flashed away, and then fell into darkness again.

In front of everyone, in the cold night rain, they could see their destination.

A fishing village at the foot of the mountain.

It's nothing strange.

But in this night rain, lightning flashes are always on.

The shadows shrouded in the fishing village were surrounded by ominous spirits.

It was like a magic city standing in front of everyone.

At this time, ten days have passed since the Xiaoxiang Ceremony.

But the land of Xiaoxiang has not calmed down.

Instead, it became more and more bizarre, as if a storm suddenly began.

In just ten days, the entire Xiaoxiang martial arts world was involved.

And the source of the storm.

It's right in this unspeakable village in front of you.

"Senior brother, be careful."

A sword-holding woman said to Dongfang Ce who was moving forward with an umbrella in front of her.

The latter nodded.

After walking for half a stick of incense, they walked in the mud and water before the deserted village.

Although I was mentally prepared.

But the scene in front of you is seen with your own eyes.

The knights who came here still made the hearts of cold to see.

Outside that village, groups of people seemed to have lost their souls.

Lie or sit, gather outside the fence at the village head.

They all looked dull, weak, and had a look like paper.

Just stay there.

It was like the cold rain hitting the body without feeling at all.

No more anger.

Like a walking zombie.

"Brother Tai? Brother Tai!"

Dongfang Ce squatted down and handed the umbrella to his junior brother.

He looked at the person in front of him with a serious expression.

The man was in his thirties and was wearing a black suit.

He threw a knife at his hand and inserted it into the mud and water.

There was no divine light in his eyes, how could Ren Dongfang Ce call?

He seemed to be unable to hear it either.

"Bang"

Dongfang Ce slapped the man in the cheek.

This record seemed to wake him up from his dream of wandering outside the sky.

He turned his head blankly and looked at the young hero in front of him with his eyes without focal length.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Dongfang Ce looked around and asked.

There are no less than a hundred people outside the village who have lost their souls like this person.

The village was even more crowded.

But in the small courtyard of the ancestral hall in the village, no one dares to approach it.

During these ten days, I heard strange things. The people who came here were like mud cows entering the sea.

Once it comes, there will be no rebirth.

This place is like a black hole and dark abyss, which has swallowed up no less than three or four hundred people.

There are also more than a dozen famous masters in the world of Xiaoxiang.

It seems to be a loss here.

But Dongfang Ce came to check it out? He found out.

No one died? This made him feel slightly calmer.

But what happened?

His inquiry attracted a strange and low laughter from the man in front of him.

The man lowered his head and said hoarsely:

"I'll lose."

"Um?"

Dongfang Ce asked in surprise:

"What lost?"

"Lost!"

The man suddenly burst out and grabbed Dongfang Ce's wrist with both hands.

Blood burst out in his eyes, shouting like crazy:

"I'll lose!

My heart is gone? I was taken away by the demon.

If you lose once, you want to win back.

But I can only lose more and more miserably!

That's not a human!"

"That's not a human! That's a demon! That's an evil demon!"

"Hahaha? We have lost.

It's your own fault, there's no cure? Hahahaha."

This person was confused and in the end, he was like he was sick.

A silence laughter is like a night owl? It is spread far away in the night rain.
To be continued...