Ten thousand great mountains, Subdue Devil Ancient Cave.
The Subdue Devil Ancient Cave after the resurrection of the Evil Beast, the scene was already very different from before when the dark clouds hung over, the Yin wind howling, although the sky was still dusky but the black gas that gathered at the cave entrance had already dissipated, the Yin wind that blew out from the cave all year round also disappeared without a trace.
Other than the still barren mountain range, there was only that female statue standing at the entrance of the Subdue Devil Ancient Cave, still standing there unmoved in the wind and rain. And right in front of it, dressed in bright silk clothes, was an extremely handsome, and could even be said to be a seductive youth.
Fairer than the average girl's face, thin eyebrows, red eyes, thin lips and sharp chin, looking carefully, this face indistinctly resembled that female statue.
Just that, the temperament on both of their faces, were entirely different!
This youth, was the Evil Beast who was resurrected from the Subdue Devil Ancient Cave, no one would have expected, the demon that instilled fear in countless of southern border people, was actually this handsome youth.
From the day of his resurrection, for some reason, he did not do anything, neither massacred wantonly nor did he roar in ecstasy, only quietly stood in front of LingLong shaman lady's statue, quietly watching.
A black shadow flashed, the evil shaman soundlessly floated over from afar, came behind the youth.
"Beast Deity Master."
The youth did not move, did not even turn his head, said, "How is it?"
The evil shaman stared at his back, said, "The thirteen demon kings have already subdued the remaining barbarians in the ten thousand great mountains, all of them are under the command of the Beast Deity Master."
Only then did the young man's body move. He slowly turned around and said indifferently, "How many clans are left?"
The evil shaman said, "Now only thirty-seven tribes. In these hundred years, the ten thousand great mountains are like dragons without a leader, the various barbarians killed each other, many tribes were exterminated. "
The youth coldly laughed, there was no disappointment on his face, on the contrary, there was an indistinct untamed feeling emanating from the depths of his heart, his eyes like lightning, scanned the evil shaman's face which was covered by the black veil.
The evil shaman suddenly felt that his face felt like it was being burned by a fire.
"Actually, it should be the thirty-eight tribes." That youth leisurely said, "Isn't there still you, the last successor of the black shaman tribe!"
The evil shaman lowered his head, remained silent.
The youth slowly turned his head, his eyes once again landed on LingLong shaman lady's face, after staring for a long time, he suddenly called out, "Black Wood."
The evil shaman's body shook, this name to him, like a wound carved deep in his heart, every time it was called out, it hurt him once.
The young man stared at Ling Long's statue, and his voice suddenly became filled with the vicissitudes of life, "After so many years, have you ever regretted being in front of Ling Long?"
The evil shaman was silent, after a long while he quietly said, "Yes.
The young man didn't even turn back. His eyes flickered with a strange light, and he faintly said, "In this world, other than your big brother who turned into a ferocious spirit, only you know the relationship between me and Linglong. Back then, the eight of you chased me through mountains and rivers. Now that I think about it, it seems like it was only yesterday. "
The evil shaman's body under the black veil, suddenly started to tremble, as if the past events, were still vivid in his mind.
But that young man did not notice the Lich's reaction at all. His words, rather than saying that he was talking to the Lich, it would be better to say that he was talking to the statue in a low voice. In his eyes, there was only the statue of LingLong Witch.
"You," he said, his voice slowly growing sad, sorrowful, and indignant, "what are you doing this for?"
The stone statue was speechless and stood there silently.
"In your heart, are the common people of the world, the destiny of the heavens, and good fortune all that important?" The young man's voice suddenly grew excited and louder.
"If you value them more than me, so you want to get rid of me, is that it?" The expression on the young man's face was a strange and bewitching cold smile. "But do you know, I don't care at all!"
"What bullsh * t will of heaven? What living beings in the world? What do they count for?" His expression became more and more mournful. The strange thing was that even though the expression in his eyes was extremely terrifying, his appearance became more and more seductive and beautiful, almost unlike that of an ordinary person.
"If you want me to die, just say one word, it's enough, do you know? Do you know? " He roared sternly, facing that statue lady, and then, slowly, his voice became softer.
"But, why... you actually view those things, as more important than yourself, more important than your own life …"
Slowly, he stretched out his hand, gently caressed that face that had weathered countless years of wind and frost, gradually roughened, brushed past the deep memories, that once gentle face!
An icy cold feeling, without a trace of warmth, slowly came from his palm.
Opening his arms, gently hugged, hugging the statue in his arms, the young man's expression slowly turned into a strange gentleness. The evil shaman stood behind, quietly watching that strange scene.
"I know, it is the common people of the world who harmed you." That young man half closed his eyes, softly said as if he was sleep-talking, "Don't worry, I will let everything, be buried with you, and then, I will come and find you …"
"You wait for me …"
The low voice, quietly lowered and finally disappeared. The bewitching young man hugged the ice-cold statue, the evil shaman in black stood woodenly, the dark clouds in the sky with a sudden clap of thunder, raindrops floated down from the horizon.
The heavy rain floated down in the wind, making this world hazy, indistinctly, the evil shaman stared blankly, the raindrops landed on that statue lady's face, silently slid down —
Like tears!
Three thousand miles to the east of Qing Yun Mountain, beside the ancient path that extended southeast from Kongsang Mountain, in the silent wilderness, it was the season where the grass grew tall and the orioles flew.
The He family small shop that was one day's journey from Xiao Chi Town, like in the past, stood alone beside the ancient path, welcoming and sending off the passing travellers. The owner of the small shop, shopkeeper Ho naturally could not remember how many customers he had welcomed and sent off, as for the passing travellers, naturally there were all kinds of people. But in these three days, he gradually confirmed, although he was getting older but most probably he would remember this customer.
Actually to say it was a customer, it was also not accurate, to be honest, it should be a customer with a strange monkey. And to shopkeeper Ho, what left a deep impression on him, was that strange three-eyed monkey's usefulness, instead was even greater.
Three days ago, shopkeeper Ho who was standing outside the shop beside the ancient path and soliciting customers saw this travel-worn, bewildered man walking over from the ancient path, with a three-eyed monkey on his shoulder, for some reason, he felt that he looked familiar. When he went up to welcome him, he wanted to say some extravagant flowery words to pull this customer into the shop to rest but unexpectedly he only said one sentence,
"Customer, our shop has hot tea and good wine, why don't you rest inside …"
Before he could finish his words, that haggard looking man suddenly disappeared from his sight, the next moment, when shopkeeper Ho recovered his senses, that man was already sitting beside the wooden table in his shop. And on the table, an ingot of silver, enough to eat and drink in this shop for three days without stopping.
Shopkeeper Ho was naturally delighted, hurriedly served the dishes and wine, just that out of his expectation, this customer and this monkey, really stayed in his little shop like that for three days and three nights, until today, they did not seem to have any intention of leaving.
That man's mental state, was obviously not good, in these three days, shopkeeper Ho did not see him speak once, smile once. Each time he served the food and wine, that man only quietly watched the wine pot and then slowly drank.
Just that this customer's alcohol tolerance seemed to be extremely poor, each time he drank a little, shopkeeper Ho estimated that it was not even half a pot, he would collapse on the table, unconscious. And contrary to the owner, the three-eyed monkey that the man brought, made shopkeeper Ho dumbstruck.
Honestly speaking, shopkeeper Ho's shop here, although the place was secluded but because there were many customers passing by, he was considered as someone with some knowledge. But in these three days, he had already swore numerous times in his heart, that he had really seen the monkey who could drink the most in his entire life, the one with the highest alcohol tolerance.
Just in a day and night's time, all the good wine stored in shopkeeper Ho's shop, including the jar of Nu 'er Hong liquor hidden under the old locust tree at the back of the shop, were all finished by this monkey.
And this monkey, evidently still looked like it had not had enough, scratching its ears and cheeks, looking around, jumping for a long time and calling out to shopkeeper Ho non-stop. Although shopkeeper Ho did not understand the monkey language but even a fool could tell what the monkey meant, originally he did not want to bother but unexpectedly this monkey was as clever as a ghost, secretly stole the silver that shopkeeper Ho kept and swayed it here and there in front of shopkeeper Ho.
Shopkeeper Ho was helpless, moreover the other party had already paid enough silver, he could only send his waiter to deliver the wine from Xiao Chi Town overnight. At the start he was still rather annoyed but after a while, he actually started to like this monkey. And other than loving to drink, this three-eyed monkey did not have any other bad traits, instead it often played around in the shop, when it was in a good mood, it even did a few acrobatics, for example it could produce a bunch of flames from its hands out of thin air. Not only shopkeeper Ho's eyes were glued to it, the other customers who passed by for the past few days, were also in high spirits, staying longer in shopkeeper Ho's shop, allowed him to earn even more silver.
As for the owner of the gray-haired three-eyed monkey, he was the complete opposite of the lively monkey. Most of the time, he was sleeping, reeking of alcohol. When he woke up once in a while, he would only look around with listless eyes. Occasionally, the monkey would run back to his side. Only then would there be some light in his eyes. He stretched out his hand lazily and patted the monkey's head. Then, he seemed to remember something sad and picked up the wine pot to drink again. After a while, he fell asleep again.
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