Bai Wuren is a middle-aged man with a kind face.

He smiles with everyone, his tone of speaking is intimate but not annoying. He grasps the distance just right, and he will also seek other people's opinions when making decisions.

From the perspective of others, he looks like a kind-looking, ordinary middle-aged man.

But this is how people who look like a good person can use a knife to cut open other people's belly and poke others' eyes...

"Master Baiwu...there are too many living bones in front of me, and we just can't open the way."

In the deep dark night, the voice of a believer in the Eternal Sacrifice Society came.

This is a young believer. Because the weather was too cold, his face was already vaguely white and his body was trembling due to the loss of strength.

"Yeah?"

After hearing this, Bai Wuren's middle-aged round face showed a kind smile.

He didn't even look at the young believer, but just raised his head and looked at the fog peak in front of him.

Because the rope wooden bridge was cut off by the Xicheng style in front, they could only walk to the bottom of the valley in front, and then walk back to Wufeng Mountain Road from the bottom of the old road of the Baiwu family before.

But the old site of Baiwu has completely turned into a barren and horrifying place.

The old roads were surrounded by amazing numbers of living bones.

The few believers he brought in alone could not resist such a large number of living bones.

Not to mention that when passing through the Valley of Misty Hidden, several people were already killed by the skeletons hidden in the fog and chewed into minced meat.

The number of people has dropped sharply... and the weather has gradually become worse.

If this continues... let alone keep up with the pace of Xicheng style and others... I can only be dragged to death here.

Thinking of this, Bai Wuren reached out and patted the shoulders of the young believer in front of him, and said with concern:

"Since I can't open the way, let me go there alone. You can stay in a safe place to rest and wait for me to come back."

Bai Wuren intends to abandon these believers of the Eternal Sacrifice Society, because these believers are exhausted and have lost their value. If they force them to open the way, in the end, some people who are already dissatisfied may rebel on the spot.

After all, no one can tell the truth about human heart.

As for letting them stay in a safe place to rest? This is just an excuse Bai Wuren found casually.

There is no Baiwu Buddhist Temple nearby, so naturally there is no "safe place" he said. Staying there can only be a dead end.

However, when Bai Wuren said these words, her expression slowed down a lot and looked very amiable.

The believers around were moved to see that Bai Wuren was considering him and others in this way.

They promised to stay where they were and wait for him to come back.

very good.

Bai Wuren nodded with satisfaction when he saw this scene.

Just as he was about to leave like this, a slight and gentle voice came from beside him:

"Master Baiwu...I still have some physical strength...I should be able to go to Wufeng with you."

oh?

Bai Wuren turned around and looked.

I saw a short-haired female believer wearing a thick cold-shirt raised her hand.

During the snowy night, I couldn't see the other person's face clearly.

“...well.”

Bai Wuren thought for a while and replied with a signature smirk.

Regardless of whether the other party retains physical strength, it has nothing to do with him.

In order not to make these exhausted believers suspicious, it would be better to agree.

And if there is anything dangerous on the road, it is also a good choice to keep her behind and let her attract attention.

In this way, after making a rough decision, Bai Wuren is about to set off.

He stared at Wufeng, and a trace of sinister flowed across his face that had always been smiling.

The Son of the White Mist...

Bai Wuren was muttering this name in his mouth.

He never wanted to get two things.

One is the three-wheeled wood that the old head of Baiwu did not get in the end.

The second is the substitute spell on the body of the God of White Mur.

Now that the opportunity is so close, he has no reason not to snatch it or fight for it.

How many people will be killed? How many people will be sacrificed? Will the eternal sacrifice be done?

As long as you have these two things, what are these?

The secret of the immortality of the White Mist God Son and the three-wheeled order.

Just get it...even if one eternal sacred party falls, the second and third eternal sacred party can be rebuilt.

There is no politician in the world, and a rich man is not interested in immortality.

Bai Wuren breathed a heavy breath in his mind, and then walked forward.

Not far behind him, the short-haired female believer also followed in silence.

......

White Mist Valley Road.

As its name suggests, here is a Yangyan Valley Road, with a narrow mountain road in the middle going up.

On both sides of this winding and narrow path are stone lamps with a gentle and ancient charm.

Most of the surfaces of the stone lamps have been covered with heavy snow, and only a rough outline can be seen in such a deep night.

"call--"

Xicheng style exhaled a breath of white breath, and he handed the flashlight to the White Mist God Son next to him, and took out the map from the big pocket next to him.

Seeing this, Bai Wu Shenzi thoughtfully shone the flashlight over and shines on the map.

When you walk to this place, the carpenter's map basically has no instructions here.

In other words, what kind of building is upward, how many roads are there, and what the situation is, are not known.

And the most important thing is... the number of bones has increased significantly along the way.

It seems that because they are getting closer and closer to the Flower of Mitsuki, the power of these living bones has also increased a lot - from the beginning that Xicheng style can solve one with one knife, and now it can only solve one with two knifes.

Thanks to this, Xicheng style felt it.

The dead air unit in his body jumped to 109 o'clock.

The death energy unit of the Nine Emperor's Mantra is estimated to be at 115 o'clock... In this way, it should not take long to reach the strength of the Nine Emperor's Mantra.

but...

Although it was almost at the level of the Nine Demonic Spell, the remaining amount of dead energy in the body was not much - killing so many living bones along the way, it consumed a lot of dead energy.

If you use units to express it, there should be 50 dead energy units in the Xicheng style body that can be used.

Then you have to save some use.

Don’t use up all your life at that time, and you will not be able to resist when you meet Bai Wuren.

Thinking of this, Xicheng style breathed white air and took out the kettle from his arms that had been keeping warm with his body temperature.

After taking a sip, he handed it to the son of the White Mist next to him.

If it were a Japanese girl, she would definitely be stimulating to death when she saw Nishiki Shi handing the kettle she had drunk from her arms.

But the son of Baiwu is different. The little girl took the kettle without any attention and then gulped a few bites. After finishing, she said, "Thank you Shijun."

Her unconventional and unconventional aspects are not annoying.

At least Xicheng style is not annoying.

But in this unhateful mood, Xicheng style probably has the appearance bonus of the White Mist Godson.

After all, humans are just sensory animals.

Put the kettle away and turn your head in Xicheng style: "Let's go, white mist."

He had long omitted the word "classmate".

After all, the God of White Mist is related to her life, so it shouldn't matter if she calls her name directly.

"Um!"

The Godzi of Baiwu nodded and pulled up the hood of the cold-proof clothes.

The two continued to move upward step by step.
To be continued...