The darkness was everywhere, and the night was already late, and there was only a lonely lamp swaying the orange-yellow light. In the corner under the lamp, there was a simple bamboo bed. This place was obviously a house, with tables and chairs very simple.

The old man sat in front of the bamboo tread bed, with gray hair and good spirits, holding a bowl of soup in his hand like a skeleton, and was stunned in silence.

He quietly looked at the young man on the bed. His pretty face was so handsome that it was so handsome that he was likeable. Once upon a time, he was also so handsome that he fell off a cliff and survived the disaster, but left permanent scars on his face.

From then on, he had another name - Uncle Scar.

"Oh, you are much luckier than me." Uncle Scar touched the young man's cheek, which was much better than the previous few days.

The young man opened his eyes from now on. He looked around. Mulang, who was so black that there were only some beams of houses, then fixed his eyes on the old man's face. He could only see that there was a faint black mark on the dry face, which almost covered most of the face, making his eyes particularly eye-catching.

"Where is this?" Wang Xiaochuan slowly remembered everything before, the universe collapsed and Suzaku died.

Uncle Scar was very happy. He didn't expect that the young man had such a strong physique and had woken up in six days. So he said, "Young man, don't move around, be careful of his qi and blood."

"What did you say?" Wang Xiaochuan couldn't understand at all, and couldn't help but turn up.

Only then did Uncle Scar realize that the young man in front of him seemed to be a mute. After several tests, Uncle Scar confirmed that the young man in front of him really couldn't speak. His face couldn't help but feel sad, and his eyes were full of disappointment.

"Oh, I thought I had picked up a treasure, but I didn't expect it to be a mute. Oh~ You should recover from the injury." Uncle Scar sighed a few times, and looked at Xiaochuan and went out.

Wang Xiaochuan then confirmed that he had really come to another world and was not easy to communicate with even language. He sat by the bed and looked out the window. There were a few bright stars in the square grid, and a breeze blew from there, and a vague sound of a waterfall could be heard.

The scenery outside seemed particularly beautiful and quiet. He stood up, turned his hands and feet, and felt relieved after a brief examination. Although there were scratches on his arms, legs and feet, it was no big deal.

When you open the wooden door, a cool breeze blows on your face, and a scent of flowers penetrates your heart and spleen. The breath here is more pure than that of the Border Continent, and it seems to be more suitable for practice.

Wang Xiaochuan couldn't help but start practicing the exercises, but found that the dantian was still moving, and there was a feeling of discomfort in the suppression of the Heavenly Dao a hundred years ago.

Could it be... a bad premonition surged into his heart, he tried and tried again and finally smiled bitterly. God was trying to make people feel sorry for him, and it was true that this place could not be practiced like the immortal world back then.

The old man sat under the eaves, holding a big fan in his hand. When he saw him come out, he pulled a stool, waved to him, and signaled him to go over and sit down.

The two of them sat quietly, with lush forests within their eyes. The distant mountains and mountains were cliffs. A waterfall was flying down. You could hear the sound of thundering water even though you could hear the distance.

This place is like a valley. Looking around, there is only the hut behind you, as if it is isolated from the world.

Wang Xiaochuan didn't think of it, what is the identity of this old man living alone in the valley, and what is his intention here? Is he a hidden powerhouse? What is the difference between living in this world and his fairy world, demon world, and boundless continent!

He stared at the old man for a long time, but he couldn't see any of the demeanor of a strong man, but he saw some vicissitudes from his eyebrows and eyes. And the scars on his face could not be repaired. Thinking about it this way, maybe this world is much simpler.
Chapter completed!