My life of martial arts training

There is only one mountain road, which is built quite spacious, and there is no problem for four carriages to run side by side.

The field of vision is limited, and Shen Yuan walked all the way and found nothing.

"It seems that I still have to wear the ghost mask."

Shen Yuan frowned slightly. It would be best if he could deal with the White Walkers with his own strength. The ghost mask is always an unstable factor, especially when dealing with White Walkers.

The pupil in the middle was restless, spinning around, as if looking at the surrounding environment.

The sky and the earth were blood-red, and the white mist also turned into blood mist. Apart from that, there was nothing abnormal.

"It seems that this White Walker is hiding very deep. Do we have to use the 'mud and stone dog'?"

Although the mud and stone dog is not a disposable item, it also has a time limit of about half an hour.

"Forget it, let's look for it first, and then use the mud and stone dog if it doesn't work." Shen Yuan was sure in his heart that he was here to deal with the White Walkers, not to save people. The life and death of others had little to do with him.

Walked all the way to the top of the mountain.

Just when he reached the halfway point of the mountain, he heard a faint cry.

The cry was very weak, and seemed to come from a far distance, which was very ethereal.

"Could this ghost thing create conscious ghost slaves?" Shen Yuan's eyes flashed, he didn't believe that there were still people alive in this ghost place.

But this is the only clue at the moment, it's better to go and take a look.

He flashed this thought and walked towards the direction of the cry.

Following the cry, he soon came to the edge of a cliff.

In the spiritual perception, a little boy about ten years old was hanging on the vines on the cliff, in danger.

There were large traces of friction on both sides of the cliff, obviously there was a carriage rolling down the mountain road.

In the scarlet vision, the little boy looked normal, but his body was filled with a ball of white mist.

The surrounding white mist kept pouring into his body.

Shen Yuan thought about it, condensed his true energy hand, and grabbed the other party up.

The little boy was crying so hard that he didn't react for a while. Suddenly, he saw a terrifying face and screamed in fear, sitting on the ground.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person." Shen Yuan smiled.

It would be fine if he didn't smile. Once he smiled, the little boy cried even louder, and the fear in his cry was hard to hide.

Shen Yuan's eyes widened with anger, and he said seriously: "If you cry again, I will throw you down."

The little boy shuddered and covered his mouth tightly.

"That's right."

Shen Yuan nodded with satisfaction and began to ask.

The little boy's name is Xuanyun. His parents are warriors. The family of three came to Shangyun Peak for fun half a month ago, but encountered thick fog. His father was very decisive. He realized that something was wrong and drove the carriage down the mountain.

As a result, he met a ghost slave halfway, and the carriage was out of control and fell off the cliff.

As the little boy spoke, the spirit in his eyes became more and more dim, and his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye. Thick white fog poured out of his body, trying to engulf Shen Yuan.

The blood robe on Shen Yuan's body emitted blood light, rustling, and shielded the white fog from outside.

There was no ripple in his eyes, and the flames in his hands condensed, burning the ghost slave's body to ashes.

"It seems that the group of people on the mountain are likely to have encountered an accident."

Before coming, Pingshanzi specifically emphasized that if possible, try to save the people on the mountain.

The ghost charm emitted by this alien ghost just merged with the white fog. Absorbing the white fog will not cause the loss of source blood, but it will erode people's organs imperceptibly, and finally burst into an attack.

Without further delay, he walked along the mountain path to the top of the mountain. As he got closer and closer to the top of the mountain, an invisible repressive force continuously compressed his spiritual perception to only two hundred feet.

When he came to the top of the mountain, he saw the outline of the inn in the thick fog.

The doors and windows of the inn were all closed, and in the scarlet vision, golden light was emitted. The white fog surrounding the inn was thicker than other places, and the spirit could not penetrate it at all.

Shen Yuan stepped forward and knocked on the door gently.

"Boom boom boom!"

The hearts of the people who had been quiet were beating wildly.

"Is there anyone alive inside?"

Seeing no one answering, Shen Yuan frowned slightly and slapped out with his palm.

Boom!

The wooden door was instantly shattered into pieces, and many people in the inn were pierced by sharp wood chips and screamed.

"Huh? There are so many alive?" Shen Yuan's eyes showed surprise. In the scarlet vision, only three-quarters of the people were infected by the ghost charm.

Shen Yuan walked into the inn, and the thick fog behind him also rushed in.

The middle-aged man looked at Shen Yuan's underworld outfit, exuding a cold breath, and his heart was instantly chilled. However, when he saw that he was looking at himself and others, a happy expression suddenly appeared on his face:

"It's... a living person, not a ghost slave!"

"Sir, are you here to save us?"

"Sir, my father is the captain of the guards of Juanyun City. I hope you can help."

Everyone looked at Shen Yuan eagerly.

"Save people?"

Shen Yuan shook his head and said calmly: "I'm here to deal with the White Walkers."

"Sir, why don't you take us out first and then come back to deal with the White Walkers?"

"Yes, once we die here, we will become ghost slaves and hinder your actions."

Everyone was chattering and arguing. What a joke. The longer they stayed in this damn place, the more threats they would face.

"Shut up!"

A huge pressure as deep as the sea suddenly fell on them, and Shen Yuan looked at them coldly:

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

His time is so precious, how can he have time to go back and forth again? It doesn't matter if they die here. Trash becomes ghost slaves, and they are still trash.

"Now, I say, you do it!"

"Since you are not here to save us, why should we listen to you." Someone shouted bravely.

As soon as the man finished speaking, golden flames ignited on his body. As soon as he screamed, he turned into a pool of ashes.

"Who else?" Shen Yuan looked calm and glanced at everyone.

Everyone felt a knife passing through their hearts and trembled all over.

"So strong!" The middle-aged man was startled, and he didn't see clearly how Shen Yuan made his move.

"If you are willing to cooperate, I can save your lives. If you resist, I don't mind killing you all and then dealing with the White Walkers."

Everyone was silent, with horror in their eyes, and they didn't doubt whether Shen Yuan would really do this.

"You, you... all stand over there." Shen Yuan pointed out a dozen people, all of whom were warriors, the strongest in the inn.

In the scarlet vision, although they were surrounded by a lot of ghost charm, they had not invaded their bodies, so they could still be saved.

As for the others, they had already been devoured by the ghost charm and were doomed to die.

"Miss, I..." The two guards' faces changed slightly, and their lips moved.

"It's okay, Uncle Chen, Uncle Liu, you go over first." Miss Zhang's fair face forced a smile.