I sweat...
Is it really a good thing?
I have no idea.
Maybe for some people this is a good thing, but for others, not necessarily.
With Huo Liang's death, the Ghost Gate Bagua Escape and the Underworld God Cemetery all vanished. We suddenly appeared in the Yin Mountains.
It is still a broken earth.
It is still a desolate scene.
There was also a black hole in the sky, spinning non-stop, as if to warn us that even if we got rid of Huo Liang, there was still Bo Hongshan waiting for us.
However, most of our group were injured, and some were unconscious and hadn't woken up yet, such as Wen Chenglin and Xuanxuan. They were both unconscious and hadn't woken up yet. The swordsman was gradually waking up.
After checking their condition, we decided to have Little Monk and Little Bingbing take Wen Chenglin, Xuanxuan, and Man Yuanyi, the more seriously injured and unconscious people, back to rest and recover. Fortunately, this place is relatively close to the Yinshan Ancient Temple ahead.
Taoist Wuxu, Taoist Wushan, Taoist Wuzhen, the madman in black, Mei Mingyou, Gui Sanniang, Ning Xue, the swordsman, and I and Su Xiaoniu, a total of ten people, headed towards the heart of Yinshan Mountain.
No one knows what dangers await us inside.
All I know is, Bohongshan, here I come!
Now I no longer need help walking, and I suddenly feel that it’s great to be young and energetic! Although my gray hair is a little different, it doesn’t matter anymore.
Ning Xue and Su Xiaoniu were walking beside me. Ning Xue asked me curiously what had happened. Actually, I didn't know what had happened myself. I just told her my feelings and guesses.
"Ah? Immortality? Then won't you become an immortal monster?" Ning Xue said in surprise.
"Uh... an immortal monster? That's impossible, right?" I was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
Su Xiaoniu said solemnly, "Actually, what I'm most worried about is whether the hundred years of longevity that the God of Longevity took from you still have any effect. But seeing as your hair is still like this, it's possible that the loss of the hundred years of longevity has already become a reality. In other words, you may be over a hundred years old now, but because of Huo Liang's curse, you've been 'rejuvenated'."
Rejuvenation? It should be rejuvenation, right?
Actually, none of this matters. I feel fine now and don’t feel like I’m going to die. I’m young and energetic, so nothing else matters.
At least, I can still use my best years to hold her hand, and that's enough.
…
The closer we got to the heart of Yinshan Mountain, the more intense the chill grew, a feeling of icy cold sweeping through us. Our bodies were frozen, our lips purple, and the cold penetrated our bones. Currently, the only ones who weren't afraid of the cold were Ning Xue and Su Xiaoniu. Almost everyone else felt the chill to some degree.
As for me, I didn't feel much because I had Yang energy protecting me.
After crossing countless hills and traversing countless broken mountainous areas, we finally entered the heart of the Yin Mountains. Here, within a radius of a thousand miles, there was a barren, flat mountainous area with no grass growing.
However, the cold and gloomy air and the strange and soul-stirring screams that spread from all directions plunged us into a strange panic.
The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.
Everyone held their breath.
Meow--
Suddenly, a cat's meow came from a distance, breaking the quiet atmosphere and almost scared us.
We suddenly looked in the direction of the sound and saw a black cat leisurely climbing up a small hill. It licked its paws lazily with its tongue, and then looked at the "uninvited guest" below with its scarlet eyes.
In its eyes, the uninvited guests are naturally us.
Moreover, I also know this cat. I have come across it twice, both times in Jiaxing. Yes, this black cat is the Qiluo cat raised by Bohongshan, which can transform the corpses of the recently deceased into corpses!
Since the Qiluo cat is here, there is no doubt that Bohong Mountain must be here as well.
Sure enough, not long after, Bo Hongshan's dull voice, thick with gloom, came from the front: "You are here."
He wore a dark green robe, his temples graying, yet his expression was awe-inspiring. Behind him followed a blood-red corpse. At first glance, it bore a resemblance to my puppet from the Blood Seal, yet it was also distinct. However, I recognized him: Zhuangzhuang, the son of Chen Weiliang and his wife, the Jiaxing rice dumpling vendors.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
