Just because, besides rushing forward, I no longer have any choice... If there is only a glimmer of life, I must seize it. I carry the life of Master on my back. When I was still young, he protected me. , so reliable every time, like Optimus Prime standing in front of me.
But now, the responsibility on my shoulders is gradually leaning on me. How can I let him down
Under the bright sun, my sweat and the blood splashed from nowhere stuck to my body and face... The main street of the town turned into a long street in my eyes... I don't know when it started. Every footprint will leave a wet mark, and eventually, it will be a direct bloody footprint.
The sadness in my heart became less and less, replaced by a numb rush... I walked forward fifty meters, but I can't remember how many times I waved the knife in my hand, and how many times I punched it with my fist
A hole was opened in the secret cave again... I was about to reach my limit... Even with the power of the earth pouring in, I couldn't help but breathe heavily. This kind of fatigue was more mental and spiritual. The fatigue... This is the pressure of a real 'battlefield'.
At this time, I passed by the old man. I don’t know when he was surrounded by a group of old men doing things... I couldn’t pay attention to him. There were always 5, 6 or more people beside me at any time. The one who is chasing or attacking.
While I was escaping and fighting, I passed him by...out of the corner of my eye, I saw him hesitate a little, as if he wanted to say something
This made my heart suddenly move. It was almost a desperate situation. I still wanted to fight for a little more for myself. Even though my breathing at this time was like a bellows in my lungs and talking was a 'luxury' thing, I still endured it. He kept shouting: "Old man, don't stop me from going up the mountain, no!"
At this moment, a fist from nowhere suddenly hit my temple. I turned sideways to avoid the vital point, but half of my face was numbed by the fist... I grabbed it with anger. That fist, and then without thinking, he used his own strength to pull it hard and smash it to the ground...
There was a crisp sound of bone cracking, accompanied by screams, but I had no time to worry about who the owner of this fist was. Instead, I looked sideways at the old man and almost gritted my teeth and said, "Because you can't stop others from hoping to survive. It doesn't matter if I die. If my master dies, I will turn into a ghost and the first one I will look for will be you."
The old man's face changed a bit. I thought I must look very ferocious at this time. Although what I said was nonsense, people had to take it seriously.
But the old man's face was more hesitant... I couldn't be bothered to pay attention to him, so why was he hesitating? Just taking advantage of the shocking effect of the crazy attack just now, those subordinates did not dare to step forward for a while, and rushed forward several meters.
But at this moment, the old man’s hoarse voice came to my ears, speaking in jerky Chinese: “Did they call you Chen Chengyi just now?”
I was very busy, busy killing. In this kind of killing that accumulated people's negative emotions, I was also full of some kind of anger towards this old man. In addition to his incomprehensible questions, I yelled at him directly. To: "I'm not Chen Chengyi, are you? Are you feeling guilty when you ask this? Do you want to spend some money to make up for it tomorrow and today? Don't worry, I won't die, I will live. Be good!"
The old man seemed to know that I was angry, so he didn't care about me at all. Instead, he asked: "Old Li's lineage is Chen Chengyi? Is this Jiang Lichun on your back?"
"You're talking nonsense..." I became more and more angry as I was being pestered, and I subconsciously wanted to curse, but my mind was still clear. As soon as I thought about it, I knew that this question was not simple, so I asked, "What do you mean?"
The old man didn't explain, but said directly to the people around him: "Help him."
Then, before I could react, I felt strange powers being exerted on me. Under the eyes of the sky, I could clearly see that the powers exerted by the old men on the people in the town were actually separated. One-third of that amount was placed on me.
This power is very strange. In addition to making people feel a sense of power, they can also feel that their spiritual power is slowly becoming more and more exciting... And I have an intuition that this power comes from heaven and earth. As long as it is not excessive, it will not have any effect on myself. Nothing too harmful.
Is this the magic of witchcraft? But I know that everything must have a price. From those old men who were still practicing the law hoarsely, I saw something called vitality passing away at ten times the usual speed!
"You go up the mountain." The old man looked at me and said.
With the support of this force, I seemed to have gained new motivation... The mental and spiritual fatigue was also soothed, and I broke through more easily, so I also had a little free time. I want to ask who Why are you helping me, old man
But he said to me: "You will know everything when you go up the mountain... If possible, call the people on the mountain. Go quickly, I will help you, don't waste time. Go up the mountain!"
While he was talking, he took out a strangely shaped dagger and suddenly scratched his chest. At that moment, I seemed to see something drilling into his chest... And at this moment, that person was there. The fighting Qiongqi suddenly roared again. After this roar, I could feel that this Qiongqi was more powerful without looking.
If this is the case, the holy king who is good at spiritual power will definitely be dragged into the battle. The remaining subordinates will be held back by the people in the town, and I will be able to break through smoothly.
Just as I thought, the old man blew a strange whistle again, and the people in this town began to gather around me quickly, attacking the subordinates who were chasing me... I finally got away, and I was happy. For a moment, he didn't have much to worry about, and he quickly ran towards the entrance of the mountain with his master on his back.
It turns out that if he wants to help me, everything can become simple... and I don't have to worry too much about the people in the town. After all, they have the upper hand now, and the main fighting power is being dragged down by Qiongqi's soul. If there is no powerful force, Reinforcements and even Yang Sheng's forces will be defeated.
But I don’t want to owe this old man for no reason. He actually asked me to call the people from the mountain. Then I will seize the time to do all this at all costs.
In fact, if it weren't for his help by chance, I would have been almost at the end of my rope, because the time for the secret technique was almost up. If I delayed it any longer, I would eventually be at the end of my strength and fall here.
There was no obstacle, and with great strength, I ran with Master on my back, as if there was nothing, and the running speed was quite fast... The entrance to the mountain, which originally seemed far away to me, was reached in just a moment.
It was still the familiar bluestone road and the weird Qiongqi statue. It seemed so friendly to me at the moment. I rushed up the mountain carrying Master on my back without even thinking about it.
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I ran towards the mountain in two or two steps. On the way, I saw the luggage that Master and I had thrown here before. I pulled it casually and took it in my hand. I rushed up without stopping for almost half a step.
I know that we have just escaped from danger and are able to enter the mountain. The farther we run, the safer it is. At least based on previous experience, there are many obstacles on the mountain and it is difficult to search. Needless to say, my master and I have a higher chance of survival. a lot of.
At this time, the wounded master finally felt a little better. I heard him say urgently in my ear: "Chengyi, stop, stop!"
stop? How could Master ask me to stop at this time? Do I still have a few steps to climb? But out of some tacit understanding and trust, I quickly stopped... and asked Master: "Master, what do you want to say?"
Master did not answer me directly, but asked me an incomprehensible question: "Count, how many steps have you climbed? Don't count wrongly."
The time for my secret technique was about to come, but the master asked me to count how many steps I had climbed. This was simply... However, I suppressed the anxiety in my heart and patiently started counting the steps. The master said, "Thousands of steps." If I don't count wrongly, I won't dare to count wrongly, so I will count very slowly and carefully.
Fortunately, I didn't climb for long. When my anxiety almost swallowed me up, I finally counted clearly and said to Master: "Master, I climbed 89 steps in total."
"It's okay, it's okay..." The master's tone had a feeling of being left behind after a disaster, and he kept saying "it's okay".
What the hell is going on