Countless tentacles on the head of the weird monster were dancing constantly, as if they were catching the aura of creatures in the distance.

The strange monster slowly walked to Shi Ming, and four long limbs captured Shi Ming.

Shi Ming also saw the huge mouthparts of the weird monster and countless dancing tentacles on the head.

"Damn, this guy killed me." Shi Ming complained in his heart.

The mouthparts of the weird monster slowly approached Shi Ming.

Shi Ming suddenly leaned back, and the huge trauma behind him broke open again. Shi Ming felt a slimy feeling coming from his back.

A faint breath of blood came out.

The tentacles of the weird monster seemed to have captured some aura.

The flexible limbs turned Shi Ming's body over, and the tongue, which was as long as a plant root, squirmed into Shi Ming's back.

A cool and smooth feeling spread throughout his body along his back, and Shi Ming's body couldn't help but tremble a few times.

A familiar aura awakened the ancient fear of the strange monster again, and the strange monster fell into silence again.

Shi Ming's heart was pounding, and the feeling of death could be surging at any time made Shi Ming's blood surge, as if the sound of blood vessels bursting sounded in his ears.

After a silence, Shi Ming was gently put down by the strange monster.

The strange monster quickly fled from the forest without waiting for Shi Ming to turn his head.

When Shi Ming turned his head to look, the weird monster had disappeared without a trace.

"Damn!" The tears of pain from behind made Shi Ming curse.

Slap sex!

Shi Ming patted the face of the boy lying on the ground hard.

"Hey! Wake up!" Seeing that the boy had no reaction, Shi Ming turned around and burned snow water beside the fire.

"My mouth was almost burned." Shi Ming grinned, feeling like his mouth was bald.

Shi Ming poured all the steaming hot water on the boy's face.

"Help! Help!" The boy woke up instantly and grabbed Shi Ming's arm.

"You pinched my flesh!" Shi Ming knocked off the boy's arm with force.

The boy kept gasping for breath, looking in a terrifying look.

"Where is that monster?" The boy looked at Shi Ming.

"I'm leaving, I'm driven away." Shi Ming muttered, covering his mouth.

"Impossible, Impossible, that monster is not something that people from this area can defeat, even their father cannot..." The boy seemed to not believe all this and stared blankly at the snow.

"You must be the messenger of the god of death. I beg you not to take me away!" The boy suddenly knelt down and kept kowtowing to Shi Ming.

Shi Ming didn't say anything and boiled some snow water in the jar.

"No, drink some first." Shi Ming patted the boy's trembling body.

The boy picked up the jar and drank it upside down, and let out a long breath.

"Are you human?" The boy looked at Shi Ming blankly.

"Nonsense, of course I am a human being." Shi Ming was a little confused.

"Everything is dead...all dead..." the boy murmured.

"What... are dead?" Shi Ming looked puzzled.

"All the people who went there were dead!" The boy suddenly stood up, "I'm going to find my brother, I must bring my brother's bones back."

The boy just stood up and was about to faint on the ground. Shi Ming quickly supported the boy's heavy body.

There was already a large pool of blood on the ground, and blood was constantly flowing out of the boy's right arm.

Shi Ming lifted up the broken sleeves, and the broken mouth was already a little frozen purple, but blood continued to emerge from the wound.

Shi Ming thought for a moment and roasted the black long knife on the fire.

Shi Ming raised the black long sword, and there seemed to be waves of heat on his face. Shi Ming subconsciously blew it with his mouth.

Looking at the boy with a pale face and his eyes were closed, Shi Ming pressed the long black knife against the broken mouth of the boy's right arm.

A sizzling sound came out, and a smell of burnt leather came from the wound, making Shi Ming unable to help but cover his nose.

"Ah!" The boy's body suddenly twitched, and the huge pain woke him up from his fainting.

"Hold on it! I'll stop the bleeding for you!" Shi Ming's body surging blood and forced the boy's twisting body.

"Ah!!!" The boy's body was forcibly pressed down by Shi Ming, but his body was still twisted into a strange shape, as if he was telling the pain of his body.

Although the mountains were cold and cold, fine beads of sweat still appeared on the boy's forehead and his face became paler.

Shi Ming sacked the power of the nine ox and two tigers and stopped all the bleeding areas of the wound.

Shi Ming let out a long breath, accumulated a snowball on the snow, and wiped his long black knife.

It was already dark, so Shi Ming had to build a shed nearby and drag the boy in.

The fire was crackling, Shi Ming sipped hot tea and watched the falling snowflakes reflected by the fire.

"Who are you?" A faint voice came from behind.

"The person who almost got killed by you." Shi Ming fiddled with his somewhat stiff face.

"Thank you." The boy's voice became weaker and weaker, "Which family are you from?"

"Zhao Family."

"Zhao family?" The boy was slightly surprised, "I have heard of people from the Zhao family, but you are very good at face-to-face."

"Oh, I came to Zhao's house a few days ago."

"So, you are the guest minister of the Zhao family!" The boy looked at Shi Ming with hope, "No wonder I see that your cultivation is really low. You must have hidden your cultivation!"

"Uh, no, I am the adopted son of the head of the family." Shi Ming scratched his head.

"That's it." The boy looked dark and smiled bitterly, "I thought..."

The boy's head was suddenly raised, "Since you can repel the terrifying monster, you must have the strength, right? I beg you, go back with me, and I will definitely bring my brother's corpse back."

Shi Ming looked at the boy's earnest gaze and shook his head.

"What's your name? Which family is from?" Shi Ming asked.

"I..." The boy looked at his empty right arm, looking gloomy, "My name is An Mao, I am from the An family."

"It's all my fault. I want to take my brother to such a ghost place." An Mao's voice choked and grabbed his head in annoyance.

"An Jia..." Shi Ming looked thoughtful.

"Who is An Niang you?"

"She is my aunt." An Mao replied.

Shi Ming nodded thoughtfully.

"I beg you, as long as you help me take my brother back, I will agree to you with all the conditions." An Mao lowered his head and cried.

"This is not a matter of conditions. Some things have to be alive before they can enjoy them. You didn't tell me where it was. If I lost my life, wouldn't I have no place to cry?" Shi Ming said.

"Is the cloud-breaking technique enough?" The boy An Mao looked at Shi Ming.

"The Technique of Breaking Clouds?" Shi Ming was slightly stunned.

"Have you ever heard of the Cloud Broken Technique?" An Mao asked in surprise.

"No, I've only arrived at the Zhao family in the past two days." Shi Ming shrugged.

"The Cloud-breaking Technique is my An family's clan-squad-squad-squad-squad-squad-squad-squad-strength technique, which can enhance one's own strength exponentially."

"Since it is a law to suppress clans, aren't you afraid that the family will punish you when you pass it on to outsiders?" Shi Ming asked.

"If you have no one, you have to use the martial arts. Besides, you saved my life, just a mere martial arts. If you want, I will pass on the martial arts to you now." The boy said with a determined look on his face.

"Is it enhancing vitality or blood qi?"

"It will be all right."

"What level can you achieve in cultivation?"

"The master of the family went to the seventh level of Qingtian, and this technique is still available."

"Shangqing Realm! If the power is multiplied, wouldn't it be..." Shi Ming looked at An Mao.

"This technique can only have a strong amplification effect on cultivators below the Xuan Realm, and the Tian Realm will be greatly reduced. Moreover, this technique also depends on personal physical condition. Most people can only achieve double strength, but the amplitude of the amplitude is far more than double. But this technique can still make my An family stand in an invincible place in this area." An Mao's eyes were red and swollen, but when it came to An family, he still revealed a sense of pride.

Shi Ming nodded, "But this technique is not enough. You have the Yuanling Crystal Core, preferably from the Xuan Realm."

"The Yuanling Crystal Core on my body was exhausted when I fought the monster, but not only my brother died in that area, but there should be many Yuanling Crystal Core on their bodies." An Mao replied.

"Are there many?" Shi Ming asked with his face sideways.

"A lot of them are all people who have been stationed in Beishan for several months. Anyone who goes anywhere is not incompetent." An Mao replied.
To be continued...