The old man cried out at the top of his lungs and desperately ran towards his brother... but the thick fog like black ink completely enveloped him, and countless invisible tentacle-like things in the thick ink tightly entangled him.

He felt as if his legs were filled with lead and it was extremely difficult to move forward.

Thick ink surged in from all directions like a tide, completely submerging him and making him feel suffocated in an instant.

Every pore on his body seemed to be infinitely enlarged, and countless strange tiny air currents forced their way in from every pore. The blood in his body was rapidly pumped out like water from a pump, and his internal organs were filled with a large amount of gas, which continued to expand and swell as if they were about to explode.

His heart had risen to his throat, swelling more and more violently, and getting hotter and hotter. It seemed like it was about to explode right here.

At this moment, a golden and silver light flashed before his eyes, reflecting each other.

A dazzling golden beam of light leaked from the roof, and in the beam of light a silver-black figure slowly descended.

After the figure landed, he could see clearly that it was a man wearing a black robe and silver armor. The silver armor was flashing with silver arcs. He was wearing a golden mask, and only two cold bronze pupils were exposed outside the mask, releasing a cold murderous aura, giving people a sense of mystery and murder.

He just snorted coldly, and the black robe he was wearing instantly rose into the air. A tightly interwoven electric grid was immediately released from under the robe, with sparks flashing and electric light hissing.

Only wailing sounds could be heard, and the flashing electric net continued to absorb the thick ink around the old man, gradually sucking up the thick black fog, condensing it into a ball, and trapping it in the electric net.

A black squid-like monster with millions of tentacles emerged from the thick ink and struggled desperately in the electric net.

The old man was immediately relieved and felt relaxed all over.

The squid-like monster had only one strange blue ball-shaped eye, revealing a look of extreme fear and despair. It kept struggling, staring at the golden masked man, and found that there was an extremely terrifying law looming between his eyebrows.

My God, that is a law that seems to surpass that of the emperor.

It thought of something, as if it had encountered the most terrifying thing in the world. The temperature of its heart dropped to freezing point, and it had given up the futile struggle.

It knew that struggling at this point was futile. The all-powerful being in front of it could turn it into ashes more easily than an elephant crushing an ant.

It asked in a trembling voice: "Heavenly Way...Heavenly Way..."

A crack appeared between the golden-faced man's eyebrows, and a small black token flew out of the crack, spinning continuously. There seemed to be a few unclear golden characters on the token...

The squid wanted to say something else, but under the sharp gaze of the golden-faced man, he dared not utter a single word and only said:

"Little Wu has offended the great god's majesty. I beg... I beg... I beg the great god to show mercy and temporarily spare... spare the life of this ant..."

The golden words in the token flashed, and it shot out a golden laser that was as hot and dazzling as the core of a solar fireball, instantly piercing the squid. The squid was detonated, and before it could scream, there was a loud "bang" and it exploded into countless black dust particles flying in the air, and then all of them stuck to the electric net, giving off a burnt smell.

The electric net then shrank and penetrated into the black robe, which then slowly fell onto the golden-faced man.

The old man was surprised to see that the monster was so afraid.

Who exactly is this man with a golden face and silver armor? His magical powers seem to be very vast.

He rushed to his brother's side and found that his brother's body was straight and stiff, motionless, like a stone sculpture. His whole body was black, and black mist was still coming out of the hole on the back of his neck.

"Brother! Brother!? Say something, I want to hear it..." He shook his brother's cold and stiff body and shouted at the top of his lungs.

But no one answered.

Thinking of the tragedy of his two younger brothers and sisters, and the fact that all his closest relatives in the world had left him, he could not help but burst into tears.

The golden-faced man shouted, "Why are you crying? Cry your balls!"

The old man choked up and said, "You...his parents are dead. Let me see if you will cry. Wuuwuwu..."

"I don't have any fucking parents!"

"Then there must be brothers and sisters, right? Woo woo woo..."

“No!”

"You fucking jumped out of a rock? Like the Monkey King?"

"Why are you crying? I'm so annoying! I saved your life, and you don't even know how to thank me?"

"What's the point of you saving me? I'll be grateful to you only if you can save my brother and his wife! I... I don't want to live alone anymore, what's the point of saving me? It's useless even if you save me... Thank you? What were you doing before? Pretending to be... a good person? Woo woo..."

The golden-faced man was stunned. Damn it, he rescued a resentful woman while saving a person. What a thing these days.

Without saying a word, he walked up to the old man, lifted up all his clothes from his back and looked at him carefully.

"You...what are you doing, are you gay? Do you want me to take off my pants and show you my butt? You are bullying me, wuwuwu..."

The old man panicked.

The golden-faced man ignored him and touched his spine all the way down his back. When he touched the coccyx, he stopped moving and showed an excitement that outsiders could not detect. He said, "That's right..."

"What are you touching? If you keep touching me, I'll fart and suffocate you to death! Wuuwu..."

"What's your name?" The golden-faced man's voice was obviously trembling with excitement.

"Lu Nufang!"

"Repeatedly Angry?! You have a bad temper. Why is your name called Repeatedly Angry? Repeatedly Angry, you fart whenever you get angry?!"

"You're talking nonsense! I'm the Lu of Lu Bu. You've heard of me, right? Red Hare among horses, Lu Bu among men. Woo..."

"You're still Lu Bu? You're not even as good as Lu Bu's foot binding!"

The old man was so sad that he was completely enraged. His eyes were red and wide open, and he no longer paid any attention to him.

This old man was Lu Nufang, whom Xu Xiaotian brought back to Zizhi Peak.

After returning to Zizhi Peak, people on the peak watched and talked about this unlucky man like an animal in a zoo, or conducted archaeological research on him as if he were a newly unearthed cultural relic.

But no one taught him the slightest method of cultivation, because teaching him would be like playing the lute to a cow.

He was even bullied and despised by Xu Xiaohei and others, who didn't know why their master brought back such a waste.

This went on for more than a month. Late one night, Lu Nufang finally took his brother and sister-in-law down the mountain in a rage and returned to the dilapidated temple where they used to live.

In fact, there were many restrictions on Zizhi Peak, and even he himself didn't know how he broke through the restrictions and went down the mountain.

The strange thing is that even Xu Xiaotian didn't notice it for a moment.

He didn't expect such a tragedy to happen when he returned to the ruined temple. He regretted it deeply. If he had known earlier that he would be insulted and abused in Zizhi Peak, it would be 10,000 times better than being alone now, and being separated from his closest relatives forever.

If I hadn't gone down the mountain, with the protection of Zizhi Peak, what happened today would never have happened. I regret it so much! One wrong step can lead to eternal regret.

He thought of Xu Xiaotian and cried out to the sky: "Master..."

It is useless to say anything now. Time cannot be reversed, history cannot be rewritten, and the dead cannot be resurrected.

The golden-faced man said coldly: "I won't waste my words with you! Come with me and become my disciple immediately."