The middle-aged man looked down at the little boy, his deep eyes were full of tenderness, and finally his hands holding the long sword were loosened.

The tall body that was struggling to support suddenly fell to the ground without any warning, splashing dust all over the ground, and hitting the little boy's young heart, just like a majestic mountain that completely collapsed unexpectedly.

"Uncle...you can't die...you can't leave Xiaoyou...woo..."

The little boy hugged the middle-aged man tightly and shouted heart-wrenchingly, as if he thought that this would awaken the other person.

However, this was just in vain. The middle-aged man lay on his back in the dust, exuding a cold and dead aura all over his body, and his life and death were unknown.

The desolate night stared at everything below indifferently, just as it witnessed the passing of spring and winter. In the dark moon, a few dim stars blinked their eyes through the mist. In their eyes, there was never only indifference and no mercy.

Suddenly, at this moment, the wind stopped and the fog dissipated. The cold air around suddenly solidified, and the dim stars that were blinking in the distance suddenly disappeared.

In the sky above the wilderness, except for the little boy's intermittent sobs, everything around him suddenly stopped, which was a bit creepy, and even the man in black robe suddenly had no sound.

"This xx ghost place is so cold that it's a bit unbearable..."

Along with a lazy low scolding, a flawless figure suddenly fell from the night sky, just as a dazzling light suddenly lit up in the darkness.

The visitor was a young man wearing a plain brocade robe. His long hair was like a waterfall, white as silver, and he held a colorful ancient flute. His figure was as beautiful as jade, and his face was handsome and elegant. Even his lazy look was awesome.

He stood not far away and glanced at the little boy and the middle-aged man lying on his back. His handsome eyebrows were slightly raised. Then he turned his head to look at the man in black robe standing there like a clay sculpture.

While playing with the ancient flute in his hand, he walked over with a smile and said, "I really don't like it. On this night, I'm wearing a hat to pretend to be a ghost..."

When he got closer, he picked up his fingertips, and the man's hat in the black robe broke into powder in an instant, and finally revealed his true face.

I saw that the man in black robe was originally an old man with deep eyes and a shaped like a withered person. If it weren't for his facial features, others seemed to think it was a demon who crawled out of the ghost palace in the underworld.

The young man in white looked at him with interest. Seeing that the old man's eyes still had a look of ghosts, he couldn't help but curl his lips and said with disgust: "Don't stare at me with such eyes. Even though I look so handsome, I am not something like you who are not human or ghosts, you can see it just by looking at it."

Before he finished speaking, he shook his sleeves lightly, and a white mist suddenly radiated from his fingertips, instantly covering the old man.

The old man's deep and concave eyes turned into a deep blood hole in a blink of an eye. The blood hole "gushed" outwards, and his face was full of blood. His already creeping appearance is now even more terrifying.

In less than a few breaths, the old man's entire body gradually melted in the white mist, like snow, and finally turned into a pool of white ashes.

"Hey... we all say that curiosity kills the cat."

The young man in white talked to himself with disgust, as if he was upset that he shouldn't have opened the other party's hat. He shook his sleeves and turned around, walked straight to the little boy, looked carefully from head to toe for a while, changed his previous lazy appearance, and said, "Little kid, are you Wu You?"

The little boy stared at the handsome young man in front of him. He had been wandering around the world with the middle-aged man since he was a child. He had seen too many such bloody storms, but he was not much frightened. He glanced at the middle-aged man beside him, hesitated for a moment, and replied, "Yes."

"Age and name are correct...but the qualifications are sparse and ordinary." The young man in white frowned slightly, as if he was muttering to himself.

He looked down at the middle-aged man who was lying on the ground at this time, but his handsome eyebrows were frowning a little tighter. He thought for a while, and finally shook his sleeves and said, "Forget it, come with me..."

The little boy named Wu You suddenly became anxious. He almost didn't think about it and bowed to the feet of the young man in white. He grabbed the other person with both hands and begged with tears in his eyes: "No, please save my uncle, I don't want the uncle to die."

Although the young man in white looked weak and ruthless, when he saw such a scene, he suddenly felt a little helpless. He shook his head helplessly and said, "Your uncle was poisoned by the 'Moon Eclipse', unless the God of Daluo can save him."

"No, you are so powerful, you must have a way to save him." Wu You still refused to give up and continued to beg.

"This poison has nothing to do with Taoism. It is rumored that it is actually a supreme secret method of practice..."

The young man in white said halfway and realized that it seemed useless to say these to a child who had not lost his temper. Finally, he said: "Maybe you can find some clues of the antidote in the Moon Temple..."

The last words of the young man in white made Wu You feel desperate. He and the middle-aged man escaped desperately under the pursuit of the Moon Temple. Now his uncle's life and death are uncertain. With his age and ability, how can he go back again...

Helplessness and sadness surged into Wu You's heart again, and he turned around and lay on the middle-aged man again. However, this time, he did not cry anymore. I don't know if he suddenly remembered something, or if the crying had already turned into despair.

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As far as I can remember, the first face the little boy saw was his uncle. Although the uncle was cold and taciturn on the surface, his eyes were always gentle when he looked at him.

"Xiaoyou, you are already a man, you can't cry secretly..."

"Xiaoyou, you must believe in yourself. You can do what others can do..."

"Xiaoyou, if I can't stay by your side or protect you any more for one day, you must be brave and strong, do you know?"

With reminders and tender care, Xiao Wu's heart was already crying.

He always regarded the middle-aged man as his biological father, but the middle-aged man had solemnly instructed him that he could only call him an uncle. Wu You was disappointed at the time, and after repeated questioning, he did not know the reason, and finally had to obey his uncle's instructions.

Warm memories permeated the dark night and quietly turned into waves of desolation. This scene seemed to have infected the young man in white who had always been affectionate.

The young man in white was not used to this feeling. He raised his head and looked into the distant sky with his hands behind his back. Then he sighed slightly and said, "In addition to the Moon Temple, there may be another way."

When Wu You heard this, he seemed to suddenly catch a life-saving straw. He came back from his sadness and did not say anything. He just turned around and kowtowed hard in front of the man in white for a few loud noises.

The thin body crawled in the dust, which seemed so heartbreaking that he knelt on the ground without saying a word, quietly waiting for the words of the young man in white.

"I used my mind to protect your uncle's soul, and he will not die yet."

The young man in white said, and wanted to raise his hand to help Wu You up, but as soon as he reached out his hand, he took it back. He couldn't help but smile and shook his head and said to himself: "Little boy, he has such a kindness, so he seems to be indifferent to me..."

After a while, the young man in white returned to his previous lazy appearance. He held the ancient flute in his right hand and dusted the dust on his body, muttering for a while: "Let's go... I've been standing in this ghost place for a long time, and my new clothes have been stained..."

He saw his left finger slightly bent, and a white ball of air popped out of his fingertips and instantly enveloped the three of them. Finally, he rolled his sleeves and disappeared into the vast night.

After about one stick of incense, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew from the wilderness, "Swish...swish...swish..." Several black flame-filled figures fell next to the pool of white ashes in one go.

"Who did it?" Only an angry roar was heard echoing in the cold night sky.
Chapter completed!