() At the foot of Broken Ridge Mountain, on the winding official road leading to the City of Dawn, a group of more than ten carriages were carrying goods.
Two teenagers were sitting on the saddle, chatting while driving...
Shouting and waving his long whip, a tall and handsome young man drove his horse to follow the truck in front.
Sitting next to him with his feet swinging on the distance between the carriage and the ground, the young man squinted at the blood-like sunset, reflected on the gorgeous sycamore leaves on both sides of the official road. The dim sunset shone on the withered yellow
The maple leaves emitted a strange bloodthirsty light...
Forehead!
Gradually, more than ten trucks slowly parked on the winding roadside, and the bloodthirsty light illuminated the many young faces standing on the front of the trucks...
However, the surprised expressions on the faces of the handymen at this moment were not the admiration for the extremely beautiful transformation at this moment, but the astonishment at the endless blood energy that appeared above their heads at an unknown moment.
This blood energy slowly approached and became thicker! The monstrous sea of blood, which was extremely red and extremely deep, pressed straight towards the sycamore and maple leaf forest.
"Puch"
Many of the guys standing in front of the car were forced to fall off the carriage by the deep, oppressive sea of blood... and their scalps were smashed into the soil.
Although the dark and strange light shines from the sea of blood in the sky, it has no real lethality. At best, it is nothing more than an unopened peerless sharp blade.
Even this vision of someone who has not drank blood is so despairing, depressing, and terrifying.
The blood-red sky gradually started to rain...
The guys fell bit by bit from the bloody clouds and lay numb in the soil. Their pupils dilated ten times in fear! They looked up with disbelief and looked up at the strange crimson crystal raindrops falling before their eyes...
How can this be……
He stretched out his hand and spread it out. Countless tiny crystal raindrops fell on his palm. He carefully examined the raindrops in his hand. Zuo Chun raised his head and looked at his companions around him.
From their fearful and uneasy faces, Zuo Chun saw his own shadow.
"Look quickly"
Someone around them yelled loudly. Many of the guys lying in the dirt lowered their heads and looked at the raindrops on their palms. They were surprised to find that the crystal liquid on their palms began to slowly dissipate...
Looking at the surrounding ground, there is no trace of rain at all...
But the sky is actually raining blood red...
Everything is an illusion, or an illusion!
The huge and dense sycamore tree branches lie like a coiled dragon over the official road. The sycamore leaves on both sides of the official road are intertwined, covering the sky and covering the earth, blocking the light above the official road.
The many men who had just climbed up were pulling the reins of the frightened horses and holding them down.
At this moment, there was a slight ripple in the sea of blood that was rolling in. This slight ripple did not attract the attention of everyone in the sycamore forest below, and then a blood shadow broke out of the sea of blood.
Its speed tearing apart space avoided everyone's sight and shot towards the sycamore forest below.
After the blood shadow left the monstrous sea of blood, the huge sea of blood gradually receded! It vaguely dissipated in the air...
The surprised people under the sycamore forest came out again, feeling that the sea of blood had left and their breathing became smoother. Many of the workers smiled wisely and looked at the sky that had returned to normal.
"Click"
A sound of branches breaking came from in front of everyone, and then a vague figure fell from the dense branches. With the yellow sycamore leaves all over his body, it smashed messily in front of one or two carriages. The splash of gray caused a lot of damage.
The horse that had just calmed down let out a high, long neigh.
"What is this?" The waiter at the front carefully looked at a figure lying among the withered yellow branches.
"Get out of the way, hurry up, the senior management is coming."
Gradually, the people gathered in front of the motorcade separated into a lane, and an old man in his late fifties came to the front of the car surrounded by two young men.
The old man wore a high-end headband, and his long, slightly gray hair was neatly tied back. The old man, wearing a dark black robe, came to the messy branches and leaned down to look at the slightly aloof face under the withered yellow leaves.
Then the old man said firmly to the two young men next to him;
"Go around the branches, the boy in front of you seems to be injured."
One of the two young men has a handsome face, the other has slightly squinty eyes, and looks very capable.
In fact, that handsome-looking man's name is 'Zuo Chun', and he and another man named 'Soy Sauce' who appears to be smarter and more capable work together as a handyman in Luo Ri Men, that is, a handyman like a clerk! They just make a living.
work.
There is no way, in the dark world where everyone can practice! It is difficult for people with rubbish qualifications like them to make a difference. Most sects are not willing to train them, and smaller families will not recruit people with such mediocre qualifications.
Generations.
In the Black World, this is a world that values martial arts and cultivation. Your cultivation determines your status and the development space after your status. The cultivation space of disciples with excellent talents is infinite, and they will not
Only limited to a small area.
In the underworld, there is no so-called distinction between good and evil, and there are no famous sects or sects. There are only powerful families and sects. If you are strong enough, you can dominate one party's resources and embrace countless development spaces. On the contrary, you will
Be careful. When some powerful casual cultivators are unable to make progress, they will think of some evil tricks to kill their own kind. This is what the world sees as evil magic skills, which are dedicated to killing their own kind and using evil magic skills to temper their souls.
Hidden things happen all the time.
Zuo Chun gently removed the branch that blocked his view, while Soy Sauce waited cautiously. Although Luo Rimen was one of the three giants in Black Bear City, they were only the lowest-level handymen. Even if they were the same three
One of the big giants has been killed by the other two sects, and Luo Rimen will not fight against the other two giants because of them.
After removing the branches that blocked the senior executive's view, everyone saw a young man with blood on his chest lying across his chest. The man's hair was messy and draped behind his head, and he could clearly see the blood-red cloth on his back.
This person was severely traumatized.
A slight sense of consciousness penetrated the unconscious man on the ground like an invisible tentacle.
After a moment, the executive's consciousness slowly withdrew.
"Zuo Chun, help him get on the carriage, alas"
Zuo Chun heard the senior executive's words from the side and immediately knelt down to help the unconscious man and walked to the back of the motorcade.
Soy Sauce hesitantly watched Zuo Chun helping the strange man to the back of the team. After watching Zuo Chun help the strange man get into the carriage, he asked the pensive senior executive beside him in confusion;
"Uncle Gao, do you really plan to save this unknown stranger?"
Eyes full of vicissitudes of life, as if experienced by countless young people, looking at the broken branches above their heads;
"It's not easy for that kid either."
Uh! Soy Sauce was silent for a while after hearing this, that's right! He and Zuo Chun both have ordinary qualifications. Although everyone in the black world can practice, it is only a stage for geniuses with outstanding talents. People like them will never be able to break through in their lifetime.
People advance inadvertently.
The reality is so cruel, so since your talents are ordinary, you should receive the same treatment. In order to survive in the dark world during the continuous war, the two of them joined the Luo Ri Sect and acted as thousands of people in the front yard of their sect.
An ordinary clerk among the handymen.
Although life was bitter, Zuo Chun and Soy Sauce were very lucky. Because they were both orphans and wandering around, they finally met kind-hearted senior managers one after another, and were able to introduce them to the family.
Looking at the hundreds of young men who had knelt in front of the sect for three days and three nights, and finally left in despair. At that time, Soy Sauce felt an unspeakable gratitude to Uncle Gao. He was glad that he had met Uncle Gao, otherwise
Maybe I will be like those wandering teenagers. Maybe I will die of disease, maybe I will die of hunger, maybe even worse, I will die of the war...
After entering the house, Soy Sauce and Zuo Chuncai learned that Uncle Gao usually did not save people easily, but when he and his colleagues occasionally went out for shopping and encountered children who had been displaced by the war, they would often provide financial support.
, they are rarely brought into the daily life to work as a handyman and make a living.
Therefore, Uncle Gao is supported by many clerks in the Luo Ri Sect Outer Sect's Yard. Of course, this kind of support is looked down upon by the Luo Ri Sect's outer sect disciples. It is said that Uncle Gao was once an outer sect disciple of the Luo Ri Sect.
I don't know whether it was because he couldn't make any progress in his cultivation or for some other reason. Uncle Gao came to the Courtyard at a young age and worked there for thirty years. The best thirty years of his life were wasted in the Courtyard. This is also an outer disciple.
One of the reasons why Uncle Gao is often laughed at.