Campus belle's cultivation master

Night fell quickly.

The wild primeval forest is swaying in the night wind. From time to time, there are several sounds of birds and animals, which are creepy.

Wutouzhai, completely turned into a ruins, without the noise of the day boiling, now empty, seems particularly desolate.

Groups of mountain mice, leaping out of the forest, were attracted by the smell of blood, scurrying through the soft soil, searching for food.

They are constantly sniffing, sniffing, clawing away the soil layer, pulling out the broken corpses and meat from below, gnawing, to satisfy their hunger.

These broken corpses belong to human beings. To them, they are delicious.

A smaller mountain mouse found an arm under the soil. Its small round eyes, in the night of the strange light, excited squeak, a bite down.

"Ah There was a scream of pain in the soil, and then the hand moved, and the mountain rat flew out.

Squeak!

Poor and humble little thing, how can you stand the attack of the powerful? It fell more than ten meters away and died.

All the other rats stopped eating. They looked like fluffy dolls, holding a rigid position and motionless. The small round eyes are full of endless vigilance.

"What the hell..." accompanied by the tumbling waves, Zhang Xing propped up his upper body with a little difficulty, and shook his bloody arm in pain, "hiss, it's so damn painful..."

He was dirty and embarrassed. I just feel that the whole person is like a broken frame. Every bone and every inch of muscle is stinging, and I can't lift any strength.

"This... Where is this?" The last memory in Zhang Xing's mind is that he met Lin Yu in his father's house. Then he fainted and didn't know anything.

He braced his knees with both hands and stood up wobbly. Then he saw a scene that made him feel frightened

Mice, all mice, each nearly 30 to 40 centimeters long, scattered all over the gray black earth. In the air, there is a burning smell, and a pungent... Blood.

"Lying trough!" Zhang Xing scolded a dirty word and thought he was dead. This is hell. It was not until he looked around the mountains and heard the whispering wind that he suddenly realized that it was still wutouzhai!

But the stockade is gone, nothing!

Realizing this, he felt as if his fear had been engraved on his livid cheek, which could not be dispelled for a long time.

"People... People?" He staggered forward, shivering like an electric shock, "where are people! Anyone else! Anyone else! Come back! Squeak

Squeak, squeak!

The answer to him was the frightened and frantic mountain mice.

The darkness, as if turned into a huge whirlpool, could not swallow Zhang Xingsheng into it.

He walked and screamed, kicking the corpse and meat, and even his voice was full of tears: "what's the matter... What's the matter? Is there anyone else! Is there anyone alive... "

Until, he came to the slope, saw the altar below.

The mottled surface, full of dense cracks, looks dilapidated.

Zhang Xingwei narrowed his eyes and said, "what is it?"

He leaned forward again, trying to see more clearly, but because of his weak body, the sole of his foot faltered and rolled down askew.

"Ah." Zhang Xing exclaimed, rolling down the high slope and gnawing at the smelly black mud, "bah! Pooh! It's disgusting. What's the smell of this... "

He spat the mud out of his mouth, stood up and turned his head, looking at the altar with an area of about tens of square meters.

Compared with the magnificence in movies and TV, this altar seems a little small and even shabby.

"What's this for?" Zhang Xing walked up the steps, squatted down and stroked the deep ditches and the sword Qi on the surface of the altar.

There are about a dozen sword Qi, which will split the whole altar and make it full of scars. It is obvious that they want to destroy it.

Zhang Xing squatted there and thought about it silently. The guy he saw before he was in a coma appeared in his mind. He couldn't help shivering.

"Maybe he did it..." he thought silently, "what's the origin of that boy? It's strange... "

Suddenly, he heard a faint groan.

"Well? And the living? " Zhang Xing was startled, and then a little excited. In such a desolate and lonely place, it's the best thing to find someone to accompany you, which can undoubtedly eliminate the panic in my heart. Moreover, from the survivors, he can understand the whole story and solve the mystery of his heart.

Zhang Xing bounced up from the altar and searched: "who? Who? Where is it? Where are you? "

"I'm here... Help me... Give me a hand..."

The voice was weak and feeble, as if suffering from extreme pain.

Zhang Xing walked in the direction of the voice, and soon in the center of the altar, he saw a small hole with thick and thin wrist. There was scarlet blood foam coming out of it.

"This... This..." his face was pale, and he looked suspicious. "Are you... Down here?"

"Maybe, I'm in a completely different space. It's so cold here. There's nothing..." the other party's teeth clucked and fought, "hurry... Help me up, please, i... I don't want to be here..."

Frightened, Zhang Xing slumped down on the altar and shook his head: "how could this happen? Another... Space? who are you? Who put you in there? "

He felt that the voice of the other party seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember it.

If he is a cosmological enthusiast, he may be able to draw out a lot of physical theories, but Zhang Xingke does not have much culture. He talks about another space outside the human world, that is, playing the piano to the ox.

"Quick... Quick help me..." the faint cry came out from the blood gushing hole again, "let me out, I can satisfy all your desires in this world, money, women, status, everything you dream of..."

Zhang Xing blinked and asked, "are you Aladdin?"

The other side was silent for a long time. I think he was very angry.

But then, the voice began to ring again. This time, it seemed low and restrained, and slowly echoed in Zhang Xing's ear: "I know, you want to be the supreme power. Save me, I can help you. I will give you noble status, mountain like wealth, and even... Women, the woman surnamed Chen, Chen Yanran, I will give her to you... "

Zhang Xing's eyelids jumped, his breath was a little short, and his heart moved at once