I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

It takes more than 20 minutes to walk normally for a thousand steps, which is not too long.

Lu Jian counted the steps in his heart and looked at the road ahead.

There was silence all around, which made people feel hairy.

Under normal circumstances, the mountain road is not quiet, there are birds and insects chirping, but now in this lush green bush, there is no sound at all, it is quiet.

Lu Jian soon discovered that even his own footsteps were gone. He felt that he was not stepping on stone steps, but on something soft. The touch was like stepping on some kind of creature. A limp corpse of decay.

He lowered his head and saw that his feet were gray bricks and stones, not soft mud, or something more disgusting and terrifying.

However, there seemed to be a dark shadow in the scene behind Lu Jian dimly reflected by the bricks and stones.

It's like being alone!

Lu Jian saw the unnatural shadow moving on the masonry and quickly disappeared from his vision. He looked up and the road seemed to be longer.

There seemed to be fog around, and the air became sticky and humid. The hot and humid air penetrated into the clothes and quickly soaked the clothes. Those wet cloths were sticking to the skin, so uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

Suddenly, Lu Jian felt a different voice coming from behind him.

On this quiet mountain road, it is difficult for any sound to escape the capture of the ears.

The sound was like the sound of breathing, accompanied by the light footsteps, a little bit, a little bit, a little bit closer to Lu Jian.

call--

Lu Jian could even feel that the breath that was close at hand passed through the space and blew onto his back, bringing a chill.

He stopped.

"Why did you stop?"

Behind him, a clear voice sounded, asking Lu Trim with a hint of ridicule.

"Don't look back, I didn't mean to hurt you."

The voice gradually moved from behind Lu Jian and came to his side.

Lu Jian glanced at Tang Que, who was wearing a dark cheongsam, the only woman among the nine descendants.

"Mr. He told me not to trust anyone."

Lu Bing was blunt.

"Haha, indeed, I didn't believe your plan either."

Compared with Tang Que's cold appearance, his personality is considered cheerful. Even in this era, such a straightforward personality is really rare among women.

"He Chong and Du Ming asked you to come up first?"

Tang Que asked again, she and Lu Jian walked forward side by side, and through the corner of her eyes, she could catch a glimpse of her expression, very calm.

"Correct."

Lu Jian nodded, and at the same time, a few drops of muddy sweat dripped from his hands.

The sweat has been dripping from Lu Jian's body since just now, and it looks like he is sweating profusely.

In fact, these sweats are Lu Lian.

Lu Yili dripped part of himself onto the trail.

Behind him, Lu Jian's face appeared on a drop of sweat, and he looked forward.

There was no Tang Que around Lu Jian at all!

Lu Yi seemed to be walking forward side by side with the air.

He thought for a while, and turned his head back with a drop of sweat.

The next moment, the sweat evaporated instantly and disappeared.

After a while, this drop of sweat appeared at the foot of the mountain, and soon dried up under the sun.

"As long as you turn back, you will be sent down the mountain?"

Lu Jian asked softly.

"It's the most common."

Tang Que seemed to find Lu Jian very interesting, so he explained.

"Actually, there is no conclusion about what will happen after turning back. Some people went directly back down the mountain and started all over again, while others disappeared and never appeared in the world again."

"Is it so dangerous?"

What Lu Jian meant was that it was a bit too much for such a dangerous project to be placed in the Xuanjun battle.

For example, sports games, such events that are easy to die, are generally not held, it is purely internal friction.

"You don't have to worry about it. The position of Xuanjun is not something that ordinary people can take. It's better for those who are not firm in mind to go back earlier."

Tang Que was indifferent.

"Why does Miss Tang want to be Xuanjun?"

Lu Jian asked again.

He heard the woman next to him take a deep breath.

===556. Don't trust anyone===

"I?"

Tang Que immediately replied with a frivolous air.

"My father was a forensic doctor. I have seen all kinds of corpses since I was a child. I learned the art of seamstress with my father. A few years ago, my father passed away. I learned from his relics. I only found out about Jiu Liu, before that, I always thought that only our family was different..."

"Isn't it interesting now that there are a lot of people like us in this world?"

Hearing her words, Lu Yi felt that this young lady really had no scruples.

And also a fun guy.

"However, why didn't your father tell you about Jiuliu?"

Lu Jian was curious again.

Other families or sects valued the identity of Jiu Chuanren and so on, but when they came to the Tang family, they didn't let their daughter know about it.

If Tang Que hadn't rummaged through the relics by himself, maybe the corpse seamstress would also be absent from the battle of Xuanjun.

Uh, but it is not certain whether this Tang Que is himself, and what he said may not be true.

Lu Jian watched behind him with dripping sweat.

He failed to get Tang Que's answer.

Because Lu Jian felt the breath around him disappear.

He glanced at it, and the figure in the cheongsam had disappeared. He didn't know if it was sent down the mountain, or the phantom that was originally intended to deceive Lu Jian left because he couldn't get what he wanted.

After walking two more steps, Lu Jian saw another figure appearing in the thick fog ahead.

It was Shi Buwen, who had gray hair, but was still strong and strong.

Lu Jian thought for a while, but in the end he didn't rush to call out to the other party, but only moved closer.

After walking a few steps, when Lu Jian came behind the opponent, he suddenly had a sense of déjà vu.

Was it the same for Tang Que just now, who came behind him little by little?

"Mr. Shi, you don't have to look back."

Lu Jian made a sound.

He saw Shi Buwen put his hand on the holster, as if he could draw his gun at any time.

"I have no malicious intentions, I just saw Mr. Shi on this road."

Lu Jian took two steps forward and came to Shi Buwen's side.

The old man didn't even sweat, and the damp and sticky mist seemed to avoid him without leaving any traces.

Lu Jian, who stayed behind, looked ahead, and he immediately discovered a problem.

On this road, there is only Shi Buwen, and there is no Lu tripping himself!

Bad, the problem turned out to be my own.

"This road is very simple, you just need to follow the rules and walk. Two thousand steps are not too long."

Shi Buwen said quietly, he was still on guard against landing trips.

"Two thousand? Isn't it one thousand?"

Lu Jian asked immediately.

Shi Buwen stopped in his tracks.

He looked at Lu Jian with some weird eyes.

"Who told you that?"

"Mr. He Chong."

Lu Bian answered truthfully.

"Hehe, this old man is just adhering to the tradition and came to see friends. I didn't expect that some people would really deceive the younger generation for the sake of the Xuanjun position."

Shi Buwen laughed twice.

"This climbing path has a total of [-] levels, no more, no less. If you don't arrive within half an hour, you will be sent back down the mountain. If you stop and wait halfway, I'm afraid you won't be able to get the ranking."

"Then why are you telling me this?"

Lu Jian was curious again.

"You young people don't know, but in Jiuliu, they are brothers from the same sect. It is only because of various changes that they are separated. It is normal for fellow sects to support each other. What's more, compared with Xuanjun's position, the old man values ​​benevolence and integrity more. It is harder than going to heaven to make an old man lie and deceive people."

Shi Buwen said it as a matter of course, and continued to go up.

Lu Jian followed silently.