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Zhang Nian was taken aback for a moment, not knowing what the old man meant.

I saw that the old man had already turned around and walked towards the other side.

Zhang Nian looked at the knife in his hand and shouted.

"Who does this knife belong to? You haven't made it clear yet?"

Unexpectedly, the old man waved his hand and shouted without looking back.

"It's yours now."

After speaking, he left without looking back.

Looking at the old man who left, Zhang Nian was confused and didn't know what to do for a while.

He saw the danger that Bai Yidao said before.

Now the old man told himself it was dangerous again.

So, isn't there a greater danger waiting for him in this place?

Zhang Nian looked up, and the old man had already disappeared.

He sighed, not knowing why his path to retreat was so bumpy.

But at this moment, the idea of ​​leaving here has been dispelled.

If the old man doesn't come to make trouble, no one here will know, since no one knows, it would be unnecessary to leave.

Zhang Nian had a simple lunch and started the afternoon meditation.

After spending the whole afternoon, Zhang Nian still didn't understand what the second half of the thing in his hand meant.

Until the sunset, Zhang Nian was still at a loss.

This can be regarded as Zhang Nian took out the money left by his father and prepared to fight Guiben Ichiro.

If there is no way to understand these things after being here for a month, Zhang Nian doesn't have a solid foundation in his heart.

He sighed, closed the book in his hand, and put it aside.

Can't help feeling lazy, supporting the body with both hands, looking obliquely at the sky
In the sky at this time, it really is a scene of sunset clouds and solitary ducks flying together, and the autumn water growing together with the sky and the same color.

Zhang Nian, who lives in a busy city, has not seen this scene for a long time.

I can't help but see God.

After a while, he came back to his senses, stretched his waist, and stretched out his hand to wipe the side.

Suddenly, Zhang Nian trembled all over and turned around sharply.

I saw that the cheat book that I put on the stone just now had disappeared.

All that's left is empty, cold stones.

Zhang Nian was terrified, even though he said that he was not some kind of god who knew everything.

But according to my current level of cultivation, it is estimated that if someone does not have decades of skill, basically there is no possibility of stealing this book from me without making a sound.

He froze for a moment, could it be that the wind blew the book to the bottom of the cliff?

Thinking of this, Zhang Nian quickly stood up, lay down on the edge of the cliff, and looked down.

Looking at it, Zhang Nian felt horrified, as if the whole back was put into the cold storage in an instant.

I saw that the bottom of the cliff was uneven, but the depth was not very deep.

Through a few dead branches growing horizontally, Zhang Nian could only see the ground below was pitch black.

The remains of severed arms piled up into hills.

It is estimated that the blood flowing down there has all dried up, and then it took too long, and it all turned black.

Seeing this, Zhang Nian couldn't help but feel something surging up in his chest.

He hurried back to the camp.

Trying not to let himself think about the scene below, he took a few deep breaths to stabilize his emotions.

It seems that what the old man said is true, and many people have died here.

But are so many people here because they didn't listen to advice?
Although Zhang Nian felt chills behind him at the time, he still saw the people below, many of whom seemed to be armed.

In other words, many people may come up because they know the above situation.

In this case, how could none of them survive?

Thinking of this, Zhang Nian slowly fell into a trance.

When he woke up, he saw that it was already dark outside.

I don't know if it was because of psychological effects, but Zhang Nian even felt that the night wind blowing outside carried a strong smell of blood in it.

The evening wind on the mountain is not as gentle as in the city.

Especially since Zhang Nian is on the top of the mountain at this time, there is not much cover.

When the wind blew, the whole tent began to shake.

Fortunately, Zhang Nian's tent is of good quality, and it is estimated that there will be no problem even if it is a few levels larger.

Zhang Nian lay in the tent, thinking to himself, although the location of this place is very good.

But isn't it a bit unlucky to have so many dead people?

It's better to change the place tomorrow.

While thinking about it, Zhang Nian had already fallen into a drowsy sleep.

These years, Zhang Nian has often been alone.

I have also stayed in places where there are dead people. Although there are not so many, Zhang Nian is not afraid of death at this time.

After an unknown amount of time, the dazed Zhang Nian woke up from the dream.

He seemed to hear something outside, which was mixed with the sound of the wind, but it was definitely not the sound of the wind.

Zhang Nian was a little confused at first and thought it was the sound of the wind blowing the tent.

But at an unknown point, Zhang Nian suddenly woke up.

He had already noticed something wrong with the voice.

Zhang Nian looked up and saw a strange image reflected outside the tent.

The dim light cast the shadows of a dozen arms and several heads in.

That sound came from its body.

Moreover, as the shadow slowly approached Zhang Nian, the voice became louder and more terrifying.

Zhang Nian snorted coldly, drew out his dagger, and stood up from the ground.

"Brother, where are you from? Sign your name. Ming people don't speak secret words. There is no need for such tricks."

When Zhang Nian grew up in Qingyun City, his father told him that there were no ghosts in this world.

The so-called ghosts are nothing more than scaring themselves.

Later, he practiced with Master, and Master was a complete atheist.

This made Zhang Nian not believe in ghosts and gods since he was a child. Although he said that he was always in a lonely state, he was never afraid.

Seeing this thing outside at this time, Zhang Nian's first reaction was that it must be dressed up by someone or something.

He immediately drew his knife and was about to go out to check.

Zhang Nian opened the door curtain and jumped out from inside. The short knife in his hand was illuminated by the moonlight, emitting colorful light instantly.

The shadow behind the tent trembled suddenly, and was about to run in the opposite direction when Zhang Nian jumped up.

Oh, there was a scream.

A few seconds later, Zhang Nian came out from behind with a man's neck in his hand.

The man was indeed carrying a branch.

And those heads are nothing more than a few kettles
Zhang Nian threw him directly on the ground.

"Tell me, who is it?"

He asked while stepping on the man's chest.