On a wilderness at the southern foot of Yanqiu, an ancient post road that was ruined was like a long snake that had been sleeping for thousands of years. It lies lonely in the border area between Yanqiu and the Central Plains, and leads to an unknown distance.

On this day, the sun sets and the dusk is shining.

In the wilderness, except for the sad weeds and weathered stubborn stones, there is a desolate and quiet surroundings, and almost no living things can be seen.

However, at this moment, two figures, one big and one small, suddenly appeared in the wilderness. They supported each other and walked slowly along the ancient post road.

Looking closely, the taller figure turned out to be a heroic middle-aged man.

I saw him wearing a long blue gown, long hair draped over his shoulders, and a broad sword that was five feet long diagonally on his back. At this time, he was hunched over half of his body and covered his chest with his hands and coughing from time to time.

On his left hand, a little boy was tightly held. The little boy looked only eight or nine years old. He was wearing a long gray cloth gown, his messy hair was tied randomly with straw ropes, his body was weak, and he also carried a short bronze sword on his back.

Judging from age and outfit, the two looked like a father and son in distress. I don’t know how long they had been walking on this desolate ancient post road and where they were going...

The afterglow of the sunset dyed this broken ancient post road blood red, and the two figures were so dazzling in this blood-colored world.

At this time, the middle-aged man suddenly slowed down, his half-hunched body thrust forward, and looked up at the end of the vast ancient post road ahead. In his eyes like a pool, there seemed to be a little light coming out, penetrated the layers of fog and reached the end of the ancient post road.

After a while, the middle-aged man slowly withdrew his gaze and couldn't help but cough violently again. He raised his sleeve and wiped it at the corner of his mouth. Only he could see it. The sleeves were covered with black and purple blood stains, which was shocking.

The little boy looked at the middle-aged man with concern. The middle-aged man felt something and reached out to caress the little boy's head, indicating that it was nothing important.

After walking for nearly an hour, the cold wind gradually came to the night and slightly invaded. At some point in the distance, the horizon was completely covered with a layer of hazy fog, and the twilight gradually enveloped the two figures, one and the other.

"Uncle..." the little boy suddenly called out softly.

"Hmm?" The middle-aged man was stunned at first, looked down at the tired little boy, and said with concern: "Xiaoyou, what's wrong?"

"Where are we going?"

The little boy raised his head, his voice as soft as a whisper in his ears, and it was more like he suddenly asked this question after a long struggle.

The middle-aged man paused slightly, looked up at the front again, then looked down at the little boy and said, "Go to the end of this post road."

"Where is the end?" the little boy looked expectant.

The middle-aged man caressed the little boy's head in a doting manner, and smiled faintly: "It's a place where you can eat, have a bed, and no bad people disturb you."

"That's great..." The little boy was immediately happy when he heard this, and his clear eyes were full of joy.

The middle-aged man looked tender and breathed a sigh of relief. He then took the little boy back and walked towards the front of the ancient post road.

The wind swept the remaining clouds, and the dark moon cages the sand.

After another hour of touching, the two of them walked significantly slowed down. The night came like a tide. Ghostly fires appeared sporadically in the wilderness. The roar of unknown beasts in the distance broke through the void and came from afar, making people feel cold.

At this moment, a strange phenomenon suddenly arose.

The middle-aged man suddenly "punched" and knelt heavily on the ground, spitting out a large mouthful of black blood, his face full of pain.

In desperation, he hurriedly calmed down. A blue light ball appeared in his palm and slapped it twice in his chest, trying to suppress the toxic attack in his body.

Under the dark moonlight, the middle-aged man's face turned pale, and his seven orifices began to slowly seep out black and purple blood. His eyes were scarlet and his face was ferocious, and his whole body was filled with cold and cold air, like a wild beast about to go crazy, looking extremely terrifying.

The little boy was frightened by this sudden scene. He was frightened and didn't know what to do. He burst into tears in a hurry: "Wuwuwu...Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

The middle-aged man felt the temperature coming from the little boy's palm. He gritted his teeth and forced the spread of toxicity in his body, regaining a trace of consciousness, comforting him: "Xiaoyou... don't cry, uncle is fine..."

"Woooo...Uncle, you won't be in trouble." The little boy cried and threw himself into the middle-aged boy's arms.

The middle-aged man hugged the little boy with his thick arms and comforted him: "Xiaoyou... Be good, you are a man now, and you still have to protect the uncle when you grow up."

Only others can see that the middle-aged man's face was covered with pain and desolation. In fact, he had known for a long time that it was a miracle that he could hold on until now.

However, at this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly looked shaking, and his cold eyes swept around. Then, almost without thinking, a blue ball of light shot out from his palm, quickly wrapping the little boy and protecting him behind him.

Almost at the same time, a terrifying cold wind suddenly blew in the vast night.

The cold wind was so cold that it flashed quickly, causing the temperature of the wilderness to drop to a freezing point in an instant, as if even the air around it was frozen.

Suddenly, a thick black air floated three feet in front of the middle-aged man. The black air swept across, touching the ground and condensed into a ball, and a black figure would appear.

The black shadow was wearing a black robe and a black hat. She was covered with black air and was covered with dark air. She was so yin that she couldn't see her specific appearance.

"I didn't expect that I had been poisoned by the 'lunar eclipse' and escaped so far. We underestimated you." As soon as the man in black robe landed, he spoke in a muffled voice.

The middle-aged man seemed not surprised by the man in black robe who had arrived. He just struggled to straighten his somewhat stiff body, and then shook the hand of the little boy he had always been holding.

"Although death is coming, it's not so scared, right?"

Seeing that the middle-aged man was still half kneeling on the ground, the man in black robe couldn't help but secretly said: "Why should I call you the 'first master' you respect? Or the green falcon? Oh, no, the green chicken seems to be more appropriate...haha..."

The middle-aged man was still cold and expressionless. He tried hard to make a little dazed consciousness. He gritted his teeth and stood up. He knew clearly that next was another life-and-death battle.

However, the middle-aged man's simple move to get up made the black-robed man shake, and the black air that had always lingered around him also jumped uneasyly.
Chapter completed!