"Come a little closer, a little closer, and we can meet!" That increasingly familiar voice reached my ears.
The red color in those eyes became more and more intense, and the blood-stained eyes that could not be turned away stared at me tightly, with a strong enthusiasm in them.
"Who are you?" I looked at those eyes, and there was a thick black mist around them. The black mist didn't dissipate, and I couldn't see clearly the true form of the eyes.
"I am you, you are me, hahahaha..." Laughter, fearful laughter, reached my ears harshly.
The heart-wrenching pain and unbearable irritability made me want to rush forward and tear my eyes apart...
"Wake up! Boy! Wake up!" Some voice called me.
"Hahaha... I am, you are me, come to me, come to me!" The voice laughed more and more terrifyingly.
His eyes suddenly grew bigger, and he was in front of me in an instant, and flew towards me in an instant.
Subconsciously I reached out to block my eyes, but instead of blocking my eyes, I just felt that my eyes suddenly flew into the depths of my heart...
What's going on? Who am I? Who is it?
"Long Zuimeng, wake up!" A familiar and kind voice came into my ears.
Huh. I opened my eyes and took a deep breath.
I felt like I was suffocating just now. I looked around, but I didn't see those red eyes. My hand involuntarily touched my chest. It was too real. That moment just now.
Those eyes suddenly flew into my heart. Even though I knew it was a dream, my body felt an inexplicable impatience. Especially at times, my chest felt very tight.
"Drink!" The old man sat next to me at some point, stretched out his hand and handed me his wine bottle.
I took the jug, but I felt a little embarrassed to refuse the old man's kindness. After all, this is also my ancestor.
But I'm a little afraid to drink the wine from the old man's gourd. The old man looks a little sloppy, and I don't know if this thing has passed its shelf life...
"What are you hesitating about? I won't give it to you if you want to drink it again!" the old man said when he saw my hesitation.
I glanced at the old man slyly, and finally opened the cork and took a sip.
I almost held my breath and took a sip of the wine, as if I was drinking poison. So I didn't feel what the wine tasted like or even whether it was wine. The warm liquid seemed to enter my mouth directly without passing through my mouth.
Inside the belly.
However, the feeling of this thing is indeed magical. I just took a sip and felt that the tightness in my chest disappeared in an instant, and even the irritability disappeared without a trace. I even felt like it was all over my body.
There is an extraordinarily relaxing feeling.
Just when I wanted to take another sip and savor the taste of the wine, the wine gourd was snatched away by the old man. The old man stuffed the gourd and hung it on his waist.
"It's not poison!" said the old man.
"Can I have another sip?" I looked at the old man and asked.
"Don't covet my things. If it weren't for the fact that you are my descendant, I wouldn't give you a drop of it. After you drink it, you know, this thing is a good thing, right? 21"
"It's really good stuff!" After drinking it, I just felt refreshed and seemed to feel comfortable all over.
Just when the old man and I were hiding in the tent and chatting, and I was trying my best to get an extra sip of wine from the old man, Ye Qing's voice came from outside.
"Long Zuimeng, wake up quickly! The people from the Doomsday Organization are chasing you! By the way, is your ancestor where you are? He has disappeared!" Ye Qing shouted outside the tent.
"What's the rush? What's the rush!" The old man stood up slowly, patted the back of my head and said, "Take care of it."
Then I walked out of the tent and quickly climbed out to pack my things. While packing, I asked Ye Qing: "What's going on?"
Ye Qing and Ma Xiaolan were packing their things, and Jiuwei said, "Those people are approaching us."
It was when Jiuwei was sleeping in the tree that he noticed someone from the other party coming over. He told Ye Qing about the situation and then packed up his things.
It's actually not very bright yet, so I didn't expect people at the end of the world to be so eager.
Kyuubi told us when we were packing our things that she saw Yami, and Yami was also coming.
After we packed up all our things, we walked forward at a faster pace under the leadership of the old man.
As Ye Qing walked, he asked the old man in confusion, "Crazy old man, aren't you the only one who knows this road? Why can they find us?"
The old man glanced at Ye Qing and said nothing. I answered for the old man: "We are walking ahead. They can find us by following the traces we leave behind."
Ye Qing frowned and looked a little embarrassed. It wasn't that she didn't know, she just didn't think about it.
Walking in the woods is never that easy, but when we think of people behind us chasing us, we can't help but speed up our pace.
I asked Ma Xiaolan if she didn’t know anything about the doomsday organization or who organized it.
Now I have a strong curiosity about the doomsday organization. What kind of person can organize such an organization, and what kind of person can have so much money and ability to find so many people to help him.
As far as I know, An is not a high-level person in the organization. So what kind of person can be considered a high-level person? An is already a very difficult person for us to deal with.
"Don't think so much, just do what you should do." The old man said something very philosophical to me.
After that, I didn’t think about it any more. No matter what kind of person the other party was, whether I knew it or not, it didn’t matter. Knowing it wouldn’t change the fact that they were our enemies. And all I could do was go to
In the last immortal tomb, give him what the Lord of Hell wants, and at the same time find out the mystery that troubles everyone: what is in it, is there a way to become an immortal, and why are so many people flocking to it?
The closer I got, the more confused I felt. I didn't know why I was involved, and I didn't know when I became the key to the tomb of the immortal.
I don’t know if everything is really related. I don’t know if there is a connection between the doomsday organization’s destruction of the world and the end of the world that the National Security Bureau said. I don’t know if these connections are really related to the Tomb of the Immortals. Is it true?
It has something to do with me.
Bang! The old man hit me hard on the head.
"Don't think about anything!" the old man said.
I glanced at the old man and said, "Do you know what I'm thinking?"
"I've known it all my life and all my life before that!" the old man said.
I didn't talk, and then I chatted with the old man for a while, talking about the two generations of my grandfather and me, and also talked about Long Feifan.
The old man looked back at Long Feifan and said to me sincerely: "He is more useful than you."
"I know it without you having to tell me." I said, thinking that it would be better for everyone if it was me who died and Long Feifan who lived.
"Stop thinking about it! He's dead! You still have to do things, this is God's arrangement!" The old man hit me again with a gourd, "You are living beyond fate, there is a cause and effect relationship!
If there is a cause, there must be an effect! If you die, what will these little kids do?"
"I'm just thinking about it." I glanced at the old man aggrievedly. He is my ancestor after all. I can't even think about it!
"You can't even think about it. One thought of yours will affect a lot of things. Don't let down my kindness to you. You have to know that I can kill you with my own hands. If I don't kill you, God won't kill you either.
There is a reason!" After the old man said this, he added, "There is a swamp ahead, and many people may die!"
"Many people died?" I looked at the old man.
"I didn't say it was your people who died!" After the old man finished speaking, he didn't say anything else. He just shook his head and sighed.
After marching for about three hours, a clear separation suddenly appeared in front of us. The trees on the side we were on were lush, while the trees on the opposite side became sparse and fell, and the low grass on the ground became dense.
.The swamp the old man mentioned should be this place.
The old man asked us if we wanted to rest for a while before moving forward. He said that there would be many dangers in the swamp, which he could not predict, and that it would take about five days to cross the swamp. We and he should concentrate on dealing with the dangers.
Then there will be no time to rest.
Ye Qing said: "Aren't the doomsday people chasing after us? Aren't we taking a break and waiting for them to come?"
Ma Xiaolan also nodded and said: "There are too many people in Doomsday. If we rest for a while, we may be chased by them. I don't know what kind of mentality Doomsday has now to chase us. If it is seeking cooperation with us,
, that’s not a big problem, but if they want to drive us all out, we’re afraid we won’t be able to handle it.”
Ma Xiaolan said, looking at me and asking me to make up my mind.
In fact, among us, except for me, Ma Xiaolan, and Ye Qing, the rest of us are not tired, they are either ghosts or fairies.
I don't have anything to worry about. I'm just afraid that the two women won't be able to bear it. Although in terms of extreme physical strength, they are very likely to be able to defeat me, they are only women after all.
"You guys make up your mind. If you can't stand it, just rest for a while. There should be no problem after a while." I looked at Ma Xiaolan and Ye Qing.
"I have no problem." Ye Qing waved his hand as if he didn't care.
Ma Xiaolan nodded to me and said 3a, "Let's keep going."
The old man said: "It's not easy! If you say let's go, let's go."
Then the old man led the way, and we continued to move forward. According to what the old man said, there are many swamps in this place, and they are very strange. Some swamps can be stepped on by a person without any problem. Wait until the second and third ones.
It may sink when the time comes, so we must be vigilant and extremely careful. No one knows whether we will be stepping on a swamp under our feet in the next second.