Once upon a time there was a demon pass

on the cliff.

Artai's eyes were a little blood red. In the picture behind him, a middle-aged man was riddled with wounds, but he was struggling and still wanted to get up.

It's a pity that what came with it was that cold light and blood.

Weakly fell to the ground.

A figure with its back to the screen walked into the distance, grabbed a child, held it in its hand, and gradually moved away. 33 Novel Network

after that...

The child was dumped on the truck.

And the truck was full of children.

The journey was long, and in desperation and fear, the truck stopped.

A line of figures with blurred faces stood in a row, each took a child, and began to climb and shuttle between the mountains and forests.

Hide yourself as much as possible.

Some were caught by patrol officers.

Some were lucky enough to bypass the checkpoint and enter the demon realm.

The child from the main perspective was brought into the demon realm just like that.

As soon as the picture changed, the children were soaked in the pool of blood in the dark cave, crying out in pain.

Day after day, year after year.

In the end, some of these children could not stand the transformation and died.

Some survived and grew stronger.

Artest is one of the survivors.

He has a strong build and a huge build.

One by one, the monsters watched him as if they were looking at goods, and they kept talking about something.

Only Artest stayed where he was, full of bewilderment.

When the picture reached here, it was almost unbearable.

Artest's face was painful, and he half-kneeled on the high-altitude stairs, his veins bulging, and he kept roaring.

'Forget it, don't read it...'

'Jump down and it's all over...'

Along with the sound of the wind, there were bursts of whispers.

Artest panted heavily, supported the energy ladder with his hands, barely stood up, looked at the top of the opposite mountain with his bloodshot eyes, and stepped out.

The picture changes again!

In the dark night, Artest kept running in the woods.

A few monsters chase after him.

Before he knew it, Artest was already full of scars and dying.

but...

After all, he came to the foot of the mountain on the side of Zhenyao Pass.

"roll!"

A cold voice sounded, and the scepter lifted into the air, emitting a holy light.

The demon clan retreated.

On the top of the mountain, the old man opened his eyes and frowned slightly at Artest who was lying on the ground and fainted.

The scepter shines brightly.

Artest's figure floated up and landed beside him.

After observing for a long time, the old man let out a soft sigh, with a little helplessness in his eyes.

"poor child."

Gently slid across the wrinkled palm, and Artest's surface injuries continued to heal.

The old man got up and stared into the distance.

A monster gathered at the foot of the mountain, ready to move.

Obviously, the target is Artest.

"I say..."

"roll!"

A rolling word echoed in the air, thunder burst.

A group of monsters retreated restlessly.

His eyes were full of unwillingness.

It was as if the sleepy Artest was very important to them.

But in the end, under the coercion of the old man, they had no choice but to disperse.

"The only one who can keep you... is Mo Academy..."

Whispering, he sent Artest to the foot of the mountain.

When Artest woke up, there was only a piece of paper with a string of numbers written on it.

but...

Artest picked up the paper, looked at it carefully, and finally threw it away.

"This little guy...is he illiterate?"

The old man on the top of the mountain looked at this scene and took a deep breath.

……

Artest's footsteps are getting faster and faster, and the mid-air picture is still flickering.

From the initial fear, despair, to the enrolment later.

The scenes are like slides, showing Artest's life.

until the next step.

A group of monsters gathered together again, just like before, with uncontrollable greed and tyranny in their eyes.

"what!!!"

Artest paused in his footsteps, the past lingered in his heart like a demon.

Pain, fear, breakdown...

All kinds of negative emotions are like arms protruding from the abyss, trying to drag him down.

Until it is beyond redemption.

"Atai!"

"There is me!"

Vaguely, Yu Sheng's voice seemed to ring in his ears.

Just like the night before yesterday, Yu Sheng spoke calmly.

Behind the screen...

For the rest of his life, Zhao Zicheng...a number of figures appeared, standing beside Artest, looking at each other and smiling.

For a moment, the palpitating oppressive feeling before seemed to be swept away.

When he looked at those monsters again, he was no longer so afraid.

"Artest, they want to hit me, what should I do?"

Sun Wen laughed.

"Don't hurt them!"

"They...are my friends!"

It was as if he had seen the picture of Sun Wen soaked in blood, his eyes were blood red, and for a moment Artest was exuding a tyrannical aura.

Get up and run towards the front.

As if to break through the fog in front of him, punch through everything with his fists.

A series of stairs emerged.

He jumped and landed on the top of the dwarf mountain.

Panting, he fell to the ground, looked at Yu Sheng beside him, Artai smiled and slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

"Monster clan... transformation..."

Sun Yingxiong looked at Artest, thoughtful, and muttered to himself.

Yu Sheng turned his body slightly, and stood in front of Artest, blocking Sun Yingxiong's sight.

"Ah..."

Seeing this scene, Sun Yingxiong chuckled and shook his head: "Don't worry, I'm not that narrow-minded."

"Besides, this is also a good child of my human race."

"Of course, you too."

As he spoke, Sun Yingxiong looked at Yu Sheng with gentle eyes.

Peaceful, quiet.

"Oh, thank you."

What responded to him was Yu Sheng's calm face and perfunctory thanks.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not buying people's hearts."

"You can make me a kind old man."

The corner of Sun Yingxiong's mouth twitched slightly, still maintaining his elder aura.

"Oh well."

Yu Sheng nodded, his eyes still falling on the other four paths.

...

Seeing Yu Sheng's indifferent state instantly aroused Sun Yingxiong's desire to win, and rolled up his sleeves: "Son, what is your dream?"

"Serve the people."

Yu Sheng hardly hesitated for a second.

"hiss..."

"Why don't you tell the old man that you can't."

Sun Yingxiong retreated, thinking constantly in his mind: "What do you desire?"

"The world is peaceful."

"what is your hobby?"

"Help those in need."

"Is this a hobby?"

"Ah."

Hearing such a positive answer, Sun Yingxiong couldn't help crying for a while.

I always feel that I don't seem to be as sensible as a child.

But the problem is...

When you say these words, you can show some expressions!

Moreover, is this something that a Mo Academy student can say?

hiss...

Indeed.

For a while, Sun Yingxiong quietly asked the last question.

"You know the story about the sack?"