"Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, I tend to walk in the mountains of tigers and pretend to be extraordinary, but my life is like earth..."
In the dilapidated and dark wine shop, the old shopkeeper whispered in his mouth, while in the dim shop, the people sitting in the shop chose to remain silent and gulp down the old shopkeeper's self-brewed wine.
The wine here is not really good wine.
But everyone who entered the store would gulp down the drink, as if they were drinking a fatal drink.
This is indeed a fatal drink, because everyone who enters this store will do desperate things.
Therefore, even if it is not a good wine, drink enough and have a good time.
The people who can enter this store are all heroes from all walks of life, who doesn't have some nectar juice on them? It is a thousand times better than the wine in this store.
But I don't know since when, people who come here have to enter this store to drink the wine that the old shopkeeper brewed is not a good wine.
Maybe a group of people who are about to die, sitting together, even if they don't say a word, drinking wine in silence will have a different taste.
Maybe everyone came here not to drink, but to make friends, at least not to be too lonely after death.
However, there is such a strange person, he is here to drink.
And one drink is a whole month. In the evening, the old shopkeeper did not push him, and in the morning, the old shopkeeper continued to serve him wine.
After a month, he seems to have gotten used to it.
Or that the person has been ignored.
A person who sits for a month and only drinks and does not talk is really easy to be ignored.
Another night left, the old shopkeeper got up on time to open the shop, took out a bottle of Naruto from behind the counter on time, and gave it to the man sitting in the corner.
He put down the wine and turned around. He never asked for the price of the wine. He never seemed to worry about when the man slipped away quietly.
Drinking alcohol without a break for a month is a lot of money.
"Treasurer!" Suddenly, the man spoke.
The shopkeeper paused, he had always thought that the man was dumb.
It was absolutely surprising that the mute spoke suddenly, but the shopkeeper's face did not fluctuate. He turned to look at the man and asked, "Objective, do you have any other orders?"
"You never thought that I would default on the bill?" The man asked curiously, looking at the shopkeeper.
Judging from his appearance, it seems that his curiosity about the shopkeeper has far exceeded that of the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper smiled slightly and said, "I know that objectively I won't default on my debt."
The man asked, "Why?"
The shopkeeper said, "If you were a defaulter, you wouldn't ask me that."
The man smiled, laughed wide, and said, "It looks like you just knew that I won't default on my debt."
The shopkeeper said simply: "Yes."
The man looked at the shopkeeper carefully. This was the first time he paid attention to the shopkeeper since he entered the store for a month.
The old shopkeeper looked like he was in his early 70s. His hair was gray, his face was wrinkled, his hands were wrinkled and rough, and his nails had become tattered due to long work.
This is really an ordinary person who is no longer ordinary.
However, deep in the man's eyes, a strange color flashed.
The man didn't show anything wrong and asked, "How much?"
The shopkeeper didn't directly say how much, but asked, "Be objective, have you made up your mind?"
The man said firmly: "Yes."
The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and said with some regret: "I thought you would give up after seeing so much and hearing so much."
The man smiled slightly, put a piece of gold on the seat, stood up and left.
An ingot of gold can buy the old shopkeeper's wine for a year.
The old shopkeeper did not show the slightest excitement, and even owed a second glance at the gold. Instead, he looked at the man and said, "Objectively, those wines are considered as gifts from me."
The man paused and said, "Then save it for the next drink."
Before the sound fell, the man had already arrived outside the store.
"Next time..." The old shopkeeper shook his head, turned around and walked to the corner, put away the dazzling gold, and began to carefully wipe the table.
The man walked out of the wine shop and looked up at the sky, which was still gray.
There were twos and threes of pedestrians on the road, and it was obvious that there were two types of people. One was healthy, and the other looked terminally ill.
Even if the man has only been here for a month, and most of the time is in the winery, he can still recognize these two types of people at a glance.
The first kind of people are foreigners, and the second kind of people are locals.
Whether the locals are the elderly, the middle-aged or the children, their faces are abnormally pale, their health is very bad, and they have almost no foundation for cultivation.
Looking at the world, only the town of Conquering Demons is like this.
To the west of Devil Conqueror Town is an endless black mountain range, as if reaching the horizon.
That black mountain range is the Motian Mountain Range, one of the three famous mountain ranges.
Around the Motian Mountains, within hundreds of millions of miles, there is only one place where all living beings gather. To a powerful cultivator, hundreds of millions of miles are nothing, but for ordinary people, it is impossible to get out in several lifetimes.
Therefore, the residents of Conqueror Town can only survive in Conqueror Town.
The man walked out of Devil Conqueror Town and strode towards the Devil Sky Mountain Range.
The Motian Mountain Range looks like an ordinary mountain range. In addition to giving people a spectacular momentum, there is no intimidating magical energy, so that if you keep approaching the Motian Mountain Range, you will not feel the slightest discomfort.
However, that's what's most terrifying.
Because the Motian Mountains invisibly exudes a special power, after that special power enters the body, it is too late for ordinary people to find out.
So much so that the man saw countless dead bones piled up in the grass and woods by the roadside on the way to the Demon Heaven Mountains.
Those withered bones are always warning people to go to hell.
But there are often people who are desperate and want to enter the Motian Mountains.
"what… "
Suddenly, a scream came from the front.
The man strode forward and saw an old man lying on the ground, his body rapidly decaying.
"Fellow Daoist, please help me..."
When the man saw the man, he hurriedly called for help like a drowning child saw a life-saving straw.
The man stopped suddenly, frowned, and did not come forward to save him.
"You are… "
Suddenly, the old man looked at the man and exclaimed.
"Are you Han Yu, the prodigy of all ages?" The old man was surprised and delighted, and hurriedly crawled towards the man, begging: "Senior Han, you are so kind and compassionate, save me..."
In the process of crawling, the old man's flesh and blood disappeared, and finally stopped three feet away from the man, leaving only a skeleton, still maintaining the appearance of crawling.
The man sighed secretly, not because he didn't want to save him.
But the old man was helpless.
The invisible power of the Motian Mountain Range can turn magic into decay and obliterate everything.
Once it is inhaled into the body and reaches the limit of the body's tolerance, it will be impossible for the gods to save.
The man flicked his fingers, and a wave of air sent the skeleton to the shade of the tree by the roadside, and continued to walk towards the Motian Mountains.
This man is none other than Han Yu.