A light flashed in Old Chai's turbid eyes, and the next moment passed away quickly.

"What's the use of caring? You are alone, Taixu is so far away from us. Even if you have the will, you can't help."

The charcoal fire in the brazier was still burning, and the wooden branches were burned to ashes, which was almost extinguished.

"The bodies of those strange spirits are all your relatives. Do you have the heart to do it when you deal with them?" Bai Shu ignored these things, and he wanted to ask two things clearly.

Old Chai nodded and said, "I would rather die than let them be defiled all the time."

Bai Shu nodded and said, "I understand!"

Old Chai sighed and said, "Although you are determined, you can't help much. We are like the roots of trees rotting in the soil. After death, we become soil. That's how we can do it."

That's all!

Mr. Chai's words seemed to have entered everyone's hearts. No one could change this situation and could only rot in the soil humbly.

The fire in the charcoal basin has the last embers, like these people with a dead heart.

“Which direction is the other side of the river?”

Just as everyone was savoring the tormenting bitterness in their mouths, Bai Shu suddenly asked this question.

Wei Zian subconsciously pointed a direction to Bai Shu.

"Okay, I get it."

Bai Shu got up, carried Xingyu out of the house, and walked over like the direction Wei Zi'an pointed.

At this time, the sky was near dawn, and white mist was covered with thin layers of snowflakes. Bai Shu walked alone in the cold night, and only the whimpering sound of the cold wind was heard in his ears. He had not been walking alone on the road for a long time.

Ma Lian'er, who had swollen eyes in the room, adjusted the scattered bangs in front of her forehead, chased her to the door and looked at it for a while, then blinked her eyes and asked in confusion: "Who is he? What has he been doing?"

Wei Zian and Chai Lao were also stunned by Bai Shu's actions.

"This child is too young, so I'm so arrogant. Go and get him back!" Old Chai finally came back to his senses and hurriedly ordered.

Wei Zi'an and his men chased after him, but with such a dazed skill, Bai Shu had disappeared into the vast wasteland, and even the shallow footprints were covered by Xinxue.

When Wei Zian came back, he looked a little panicked.

"Old Chai, the child is gone."

Old Chai put on a thick dress and walked out.

The sky is vast and the sky is already a little brighter.

Wei Ping'er leaned against the window and watched, waiting for Wei Zi'an and Bai Shu to come back. She was waiting, but she fell asleep against the window.

I don't know how long it took, but a gust of cold wind came in through the crack in the window, blew Wei Ping'er into the air, and then she heard the voice of her father.

"This ditch was cut by that boy Bai Shu with his sword. After all, he is a person from the temple and has real skills!"

Wei Ping'er was sleepy, rubbed her eyes, looked out from the window, and found that Wei Zi'an, Chai Lao and others were standing in front of the gully that Bai Tian had cut with his sword.

Seeing that Mr. Chai didn't say anything, Wei Zian said again: "I didn't stop him. Now we can only pray that he can come back safely." He looked at the ravine and felt a little more comfort in his heart.

Old Chai frowned and said nothing. After a while, he took a step forward and said to Wei Zi'an: "You are too young, he cares about our lives and death, so we must not ignore his lives and death!"

After Mr. Chai said this, everyone's face changed. They had suffered too much for too long to take care of themselves, and it was even more difficult to think about how to treat the outsider.

It is extremely rare for Wei Zi'an and his family to be willing to give Bai Shu something to eat.

Old Chai took a deep breath, and the air conditioner entered his lungs. He suddenly coughed violently and bent down, as if he was about to cough out his lungs. Wei Zian hurried forward to help Old Chai pat his back.

After Chai finished coughing, he slowly straightened his back and said in a deep voice: "Call up all the sleeping people and don't go to fight the wolf anymore. If you want to eat it today, just eat it on the other side!"

Mr. Chai is the only Puxu in this village. When he was young, he had experienced many battles and was also a hero who fought across the river. Now he is old and suffers from injuries. His strength is much worse than when he was young. Even the alien spirit soul is not interested in his old body. He will never have the chance to win the apocalypse in his life.

But at this moment, Mr. Chai seemed to find a little more of the feeling of being young.

He saw Bai Shu's back carrying a sword out, and he could imagine how lonely and glorious the boy was walking alone on the road, walking on the wind and snow.

The older you get, the more afraid of death. When you know what injuries are and what time are, you are even more afraid of death. When you have nothing, you are fearless, but the more you have, the more you are afraid of losing.

When Chai was young, he also thought about killing all the strange spirits, but decades have passed and he has long lost his mind. He just wanted to delay it quietly for a few more years until the day he died, so that he could not worry about these bad things.

His crazy son often cried like a child. How could he not hate him in his heart by eating food on his face? But after all, he had no choice.

He knew that fighting wolves would be good at going to the other side of the river to grab grain. He had to make wise decisions to protect everyone's safety as much as possible.

But when he heard Bai Shu's plain and powerful words "Okay, I understand", and then saw Bai Shu's lonely back carrying a sword out, Mr. Chai seemed to see himself when he was young again.

When people get old, they like to find their own shadows in others. They have to ask for the debts they should pay. If they wait any longer, they will not be able to wait for a better result.

Before dawn, more and more people gathered. Every family took out all the firewood they had stored and lit it into a big fire.

Everyone gathered in front of the fire and ate big mouthfuls. The feet were full of hatchets, some long and short, some rust, and some shined with cold light, as if they had been polished before nightfall.

There is no sword in the entire village!

A knife is always the most primitive tool. It can chop wood and hunt, and it can also kill people. People who are busy chop wood and hunting every day will not use swords.

Finally, after everyone finished their meals and had the strength. Under the leadership of Mr. Chai, they pulled out a burning wooden branch from the fire and used it as a torch.

Then he walked towards the direction Bai Shu had just gone without looking back.

The snow stopped for a while while eating, and now it was Xiaoxue again when it was on the road.

The women and children in the village stood there and watched, watching the little bits of fire light connected into a tongue of flame, melting in the white sky light at dawn, and some people's eyes were already filled with tears.

It may not be because they are afraid that they will never return, but they have forgotten how long has it been since they had seen such a mighty scene in the village for so long?

Before the strange spirits came, Yan Bei was all good men. Even after the strange spirits came, there were countless good men. Who knew that in a flash, even fewer men were missing.

Bai Shu's eyebrows, Bai Shu's eyes, what he said, the sword he used unknowingly formed a huge steamer in everyone's hearts.

The steamer steamed out their courage and their courage.

It's like everyone has a shackle on their body. After locking for a long time, the shackles will grow on their body. If you want to take it off, you have to tear all your flesh and blood.

Without steamers like Bai Shu, it would be difficult for them to have the courage to tear their flesh.

The dawn in Yanbei was very long. Bai Shu walked for a long time before he saw the river. The river was turbulent and the river was not wide, and there were no bridges or boats.

Bai Shu squatted by the water and washed his face. The cold river water was filled with a biting chill, washing away the trace of distress in Bai Shu's body.

On the vast wastelands in the north of the border, even the spiritual energy is a little colder, but it is even more pure.

The river channel was not wide, Bai Shu jumped over and walked forward, the closer he got to the residence of the alien spirit, Bai Shu not only did not feel nervous, but his heart became calmer.

There are countless wind lanterns and bonfires in the village of the alien spirits. The whole village is not very bright, but at least it is not as dark as the village of a dispersal cultivator.

It seems that this is a gentle harbor, while the village of scattered cultivators is the hell on earth full of pain, hiding countless evils.

People who have been in the dark for too long like light. Some strange souls have been in the dark for too long. When they find a new body, they will subconsciously desire light and will never want to go back to the darkness that makes people tremble when they think about it.

When Bai Shu walked into the village, he felt like a crow fell from the dead branches.

He found a room casually, opened the door and walked in.

The fire inside the room was burning vigorously and warm, so warm that it made people almost forget that it was cold winter outside, and snowflakes were floating in the sky.

There were unfinished meals on the table, including wine and meat, and a middle-aged man was asleep on the bed, and he made a slight and rhythmic snoring.

Bai Shu closed the door and sat on the chair. After looking at the man for a long time, Bai Shu suddenly coughed gently.

The man suddenly woke up and turned over and looked at Bai Shu.

"Who are you?" After seeing Bai Shu, he did not panic, but just asked a question calmly.

After all, Bai Shu is in the early stage of Xiwei. Every alien spirit is an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years. As long as it is not suppressed by the realm, they will not feel that they will be in any danger.

"Passing by." Bai Shu replied looking at him.

The man smiled and asked, "Why, why don't you go home quickly and go into my room?" His implication was that Bai Shu was looking for death.

Bai Shu shook his head slightly and said, "I want to ask you a few questions."

The man grabbed the wine pot beside the bed and fed a large sip of wine, and said, "It's interesting, ask."

"Are you a strange spirit?"

"That's right!"

"Are all the people in your village taken over their bodies?"

"Yes, don't you think that only the strong are qualified to survive?" The man smiled shamelessly and said with great affirmation: "If you are weak, you will have to die!"

Bai Shu nodded and said, "You are right."

The next moment, a sword suddenly appeared on the man's chest. Xingyu passed through his chest and a blood hole was pierced in his chest. Blood flowed out, wetting half of the bed. The hair of the animal skin was soaked with blood and stuck together.

The man's eyes were wide open, as if he didn't believe that the gentle and jade-like boy just now had such a quick skill and such a sharp sword.

He didn't understand why Bai Shu asked himself these two words, and he didn't understand even more why he didn't kill him as soon as he entered the door.

A pale white shadow flew out from the man's head.

Bai Shu pulled out the sword, shook the blood on it, and said, "You are right, if you are weak, you will die!"
Chapter completed!