Once upon a time there was a demon pass

The next morning.

Looking at the tidy living room and the medicines put back in their original places, Yu Sheng's eyes did not linger too much, and he still maintained his daily rhythm.

Cook and eat.

Every mouthful of rice was eaten very slowly, chewing continuously in his mouth, with a solemn expression, as if this was a very sacred thing.

No school is required for the next few days.

According to the usual practice, those who have just awakened need to absorb demon crystals to strengthen their overall physical fitness, including the hatching eggs.

And these can only be done at home.

Of course, if conditions permit, you can also go to a training class dedicated to helping newly awakened people absorb crystals.

It's just that most of them are IQ taxes.

After cleaning the dishes and chopsticks, Yu Sheng put on his coat, opened the door and went out.

This kind of remote city is generally populated by the elderly, and the young people have their own ideals and lofty aspirations. They travel alone with their bags on their backs, and finally die in a foreign country.

The city is not too big, Yu Sheng walked about two streets and turned into a corner.

Inside was a grocery store.

The seller was a middle-aged uncle, perhaps because he had no business, he sat on a chair bored and yawned from time to time.

Seeing Yu Sheng coming in, the middle-aged man just glanced casually: "The things are on the table."

Yu Sheng didn't respond, and went straight to a dilapidated small table, and picked up a cloth bag on it.

"Hey, I'm done repaying your favor."

The middle-aged man turned off the TV casually, and when he looked at Yu Sheng again, his expression became serious, and his left side was exposed.

On the left side of his face, there was a hideous scar.

From forehead to chin.

Like a centipede lying on the face, it is chilling.

"Ah."

Yu Sheng responded softly, looking at the middle-aged man: "See you later."

After speaking, he left with the bag still stained with oil.

Looking at Yu Sheng's back, the middle-aged man grinned, obviously smiling, but there was no emotion in his eyes: "I won't see you for a while."

Getting up, tidying up his clothes, the middle-aged man just walked out of the grocery store and gradually walked away.

And in the inner room of the grocery store, there was a fat and bald man lying upside down, obviously already in a coma.

……

"In Xinhai City, a few monsters suddenly appeared in the urban area, causing heavy casualties!"

At the door of a shop on the street, the boss was basking in the sun boredly, swiping his phone, when a news item suddenly popped up, he stood up abruptly, and exclaimed.

A group of people quickly gathered around, discussing non-stop.

"Although Xinhai City is a remote area, there is a Demon Elimination Pavilion."

"How could this happen?"

one person asked.

The boss shook his head while scrolling through the news: "The news said that it was because there was turmoil outside the city that day, and it was suspected that there were monsters infesting. At that time, most of the people except the demon pavilion were not in the city."

"Ugh..."

"The situation is getting more and more unstable. There won't be any trouble here."

"hope so."

"Recently more and more demon clans have infiltrated. Could it be that Zhenyaoguan can't stand it anymore?"

A group of people were discussing one sentence after another, and the news revealed in everyone's words expressed a meaning.

bad-mouthing.

Since the revival of spiritual energy a hundred years ago, the monster race has also risen, and the living environment of the human race has become more and more difficult.

Fortunately, the first batch of awakened people stood up and forged four passes at the cost of flesh and blood.

Zhenyao Pass, Daybreak Pass, Sky Pass, Ghost Gate Pass.

The four gates are like a moat, blocking the monster races outside, and every other distance, there are also human masters sitting in the town, trying not to let any monster race invade the human race.

And the Mo Pavilion is the highest organization of the human race.

……

When I got home, I opened the cloth bag, and there were three translucent crystals inside. You could see the faint red threads inside the crystals.

This is the energy contained in the spar.

It is also the essence condensed by the monster race after devouring the blood of the human race.

Locking the door and closing the curtains tightly, Yu Sheng carefully pulled a thin line at the door, and at the other end of the thin line was a small hand crossbow.

As long as someone opens the door and comes in, the hand crossbow will be fired immediately.

Likewise, the position of the window leaves a similar pitfall.

After dealing with everything, Yu Sheng walked to a corner of the room and sat down, ensuring that if someone came in, he would not notice his existence immediately, then he held the spar and slowly closed his eyes.

And in the spar, the red silk thread seemed to come alive at this moment, swaying in the spar, pouring into Yu Sheng's palm.

The phantom of the egg reappeared above Yu Sheng's head, and under the nine golden lines, the egg became more and more mysterious.

Vaguely, the nine lines began to spread very slowly, as if to completely cover the egg.

……

A deep mountain not far from Zhenyao Pass.

An old man was wearing a loose white coat, sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, and suddenly opened his eyes, and a sharp flash of light flashed in his eyes.

"This way is dead."

After saying something lightly, the old man's gaze fell to the foot of the mountain.

Several people in red robes suddenly stopped in their tracks. The leader was a handsome young man. He raised his head and looked at the old man on the top of the mountain with a sunny smile. He was harmless to humans and animals: "Senior, just borrow a way."

"We are all humans, we need to help each other."

The old man shook his head slowly, and repeated again: "This road is not going to work."

"What if I insist on leaving here today?"

The smile on the young man's face gradually disappeared, and he looked at the old man playfully and said.

"die."

His voice was still flat, as if he was stating a fact, but as his voice fell, a phantom of a scepter suddenly appeared behind him, and the scepter was inlaid with seven spars of different shapes. bright.

In the mountains and forests, the flowers and plants swayed gently without wind, as if they came alive at this moment.

"The junior is just joking."

"My divine religion has always been working hard for the human race, and it has no second heart."

"We are both human races, so how can we argue with seniors?"

"Junior farewell."

Respectfully bowed to the old man, the young man led everyone backwards and left slowly.

"Did you go away?"

The old man spoke again, and the scepter also changed from empty to solid, and was inserted into the soil beside the old man.

The light of the seven spars became brighter and brighter.

"Senior...what advice do you have?"

The young man lowered his head, a look of sternness flashed in his eyes, but his tone was as respectful as before.

"I just want to tell you, go back and tell you God seat, change your name."

"It's good to call it a cult."

"You people are not considered human race."

"If it wasn't for the old man who needs to guard this place, it is not appropriate to do it. You are already dead."

The old man looked at the young man calmly, and said lightly.