"What is that?"

The edges of Gongliang's eye sockets were full of charcoal ash. At first, he thought it was ash that got into his eyes. He rubbed it with his hands and opened his eyes wide again. Countless black spots in the gray sky became increasingly clear.

Wow.

Wow.

A group of black crows screamed.

"The crow screams, something is going to happen."

Gong Liang subconsciously shrank his neck. There was not much fear in his eyes. Over the years, he went into the mountains to cut firewood and burn charcoal. All kinds of strange things happened. But he firmly believed in respecting heaven and earth and not doing bad things.

For matters of conscience, when you encounter a stone statue, worship it as a Bodhisattva, and believe that the gods will protect you secretly.

Of course, just having faith is not enough. Gongliang knew the truth of survival. He secretly put his hand on his chest. Under the charcoal-stained old robe, there was a piece of tortoise shell wrapped in red cloth, which was passed down from their ancestors.

Something that can ward off evil spirits.

"God is above."

Gong Liang put his hands together and prayed to the heaven and earth in his heart.

Then he pushed the wheelbarrow and continued on the ancient road of the town. Strangely enough, the black crows hovering in the sky flew above Gong Liang's head for a few times, and then flew away honestly into the distance.

Gong Liang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

People in Qingyun Town don't like to wander around in the dark, because there are strange things in the surrounding mountains and forests, but it's not dark yet, and there are so many black crows, which is not a good sign.

"I hope I can have a safe year."

Gong Liang whispered his prayer, and the fingers that worked with charcoal every day were full of charcoal dirt.

As he passed the intersection leading to the mountain forest, Gongliang's steps slowed down a bit. He remembered that his father, who had worked hard all his life, finally died from a monster wolf. He remembered that when he had just inherited his father's business and supported this land, he was walking with a cart of charcoal.

It was so difficult. It was very windy and snowy that year, so the poor boy from the Gu family helped to ride the trolley.

Gongliang has not forgotten these things.

Gong Liang didn't know what was going on outside the mountain, and he didn't have time to inquire. Occasionally, he heard people in the town talk about how the young boy from the Gu family was bullied by the practitioners of the Qingyun Sect and was kicked out of the mountain gate. He went to a place far, far away.

He couldn't imagine it.

Because Gong Liang had heard of the biggest world in the world, which was Qingping Prefecture, but he had never even been to Qingyun Town. Sifang City, which was further outside, had only been mentioned occasionally.

But Gong Liang always believed in one thing, the boy from the Gu family would come back.

What child who travels far away doesn’t miss home?

Occasionally there would be boats coming from the sea in Taohuawu, and Gongliang would sometimes push his cart and stop to take a look, just in case the young man from the Gu family would come back.

Gong Liang buried his head in pushing the cart, his simple heart could not hold too many things.

The thick snow on the ground was shaking, and Gong Liang wisely pushed the wheelbarrow far away from the road.

Ten months later.

The clatter of horse hooves appeared.

The horses on the ancient road were extremely majestic. They flew from the sky to the ground. The leader was dressed very strangely. A dark red robe looked like blood flowing in the snow. Gong Liang did not dare to look at it.

He could lower his head, but he heard the crows of black crows again.

Hua Hua Hua.

A flock of black ducks circled above his head, and the largest black crow landed on the leader's shoulder.

"There is something evil!"

The practitioner in red robe jumped from his horse and landed on the ground, looking towards the direction of Mount Eighteen.

"You guys, go take a look."

"yes!"

Several practitioners flew into the air and fled deep into the Eighteen Mountains, some of them moving gracefully.

Gongliang didn't dare to offend these people, so he could only bend down and wait.

After a while, several shrill screams came from the mountain.

Several figures flew back in panic, but before they could fly back, they strangely turned into white bones and fell to the ground.

"hiss."

The faces of this group of aggressive people couldn't help but change drastically.

"Brother, what should I do? There are really monsters in the mountains."

"What should I do? Go back!"

The leader wanted to turn his horse around.

The man on the side muttered: "But, we can't bring anything back, how can we make the leader believe that we have encountered a demon clan?"

The man's eyes fell on Gong Liang: "This man behaves strangely. He must have been eroded by monsters. Take him back and hand him over to the sect for disposal!"

The other people were stunned and said in unison: "Senior brother is wise!"

"Take it back."

Swish.

Two figures flashed and appeared on Gong Liang's side. One of them kicked Gong Liang's wheelbarrow away, scattering charcoal chips all over the floor and staining their clothes. The two couldn't help but get angry.

"You are a human being and a ghost, please be honest!"

"Fellow immortals, what are you going to do? I am a mortal from Qingyun Town, not a monster."

"Humph, you mean it's not true? Look at your face, it's full of black energy corroded by monsters."

"Xianjia, this...this is charcoal ash..."

Before Gong Liang could finish his words, his body staggered violently and fell to the ground. To him, a practitioner of the Four Realms was no different from a vicious creature in the mountains.

"Xianjia, you are mistaken. I am really a mortal from Qingyun Town. My ancestors have lived here for generations..."

Gongliang endured the severe pain and got up again, but at this moment, a corner of the red cloth on his chest fell out.

"Huh?"

The leading man's eyelids twitched, and his figure flashed, appearing in front of Gong Liang. His arrogant and cold eyes moved slightly downwards, and he stretched out his hand. Gong Liang's piece of red cloth fell on the man's hand. The red cloth unfolded, and it was a piece of red cloth.

Dark turtle slices.

The man used his spiritual power to explore it several times and found that it was completely useless. He couldn't help but feel a little angry. He threw it on the ground and raised his foot, hitting Gong Liang's rickety back hard.

puff!

Gongliang vomited blood.

The man then snorted and turned around. Having a poor person like Gong Liang around would only make him very uncomfortable.

The man jumped on his horse and said coldly: "Just take his head back."

"yes."

Another man pulled out the sword from his waist and looked at Gong Liang cruelly.

Gongliang stared at the piece of turtle that was thrown on the ground, blood constantly bleeding from the corner of his mouth. This thing has protected the peace of his ancestors for generations, but it cannot protect the bullying from people.

Zheng.

The knife raised high was freezing in the wind and snow.

Gong Liang's eyes widened unwillingly: It was said that there were many demons in Qingping Prefecture. Practitioners to exorcise demons and slay demons came and asked them to pay money. He did so one by one. He just wanted to be safe for the rest of his life. Unexpectedly, today

But he will die in the hands of practitioners.

Wow.

Wow.

Black crows screamed in the air.

The sky in Gong Liang's eyes was getting darker and darker. In a daze, he saw thousands of demonic figures coming towards the mountains with their teeth and claws. These monsters that the world was afraid of had never looked so clear in his eyes.

In an instant, Gong Liang saw the previously aloof cultivators, all of whom were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they ran away in embarrassment.

They ran desperately, but the monster tore off their hands, tore off their heads, pulled out all their internal organs, and drank blood in mouthfuls.

Gongliang kept his eyes wide open and had been an honest man all his life. He smiled kindly when he saw people. At this moment, he also showed a crazy smile, and his sad laughter echoed in the snow.

It is said that monsters in the mountains can hurt people, but he has been in the mountains all his life, and the poisonous snakes have not hurt him, and the invisible monsters have not hurt him either.

I didn't expect that I would die tragically at someone's hands today.
Chapter completed!