When I open the pages of history, many things are taken over. When I have the opportunity to go back to the past, I find that there are too many things hidden in the cracks of history.

"Goudan...Goudan?" Grandpa's puzzled voice sounded in his ears, and finally pulled back Qin Ye's thinking. Turning his head, Qin Zhongguo regained his kindness again. The majestic lion just now seemed to have just a glimpse.

He picked up the wild vegetables that were not visible in his hand: "There is something to eat. Let's cook immediately, and grandpa will take them to the mountain later. After we come back, we will not have to worry about eating for the time being."

Qin Ye wanted to say something, but he couldn't open his mouth.

The complex feelings were like waves slamming against the shore, surging against his heart. Some things, if you think about them now, are completely different.

Back then, I thought that my grandfather went up the mountain again to make everyone have enough food. Now I find that it is just for myself. And... Qin Zhongguo can never go.

If you still have something to eat, how could this old hunter not be found?

This is not a question of going there a few more times. Moreover, in this era, this place is a bit good. I come here every day, except now, when will he climb the mountain for the second time in the day?

After all, it’s for this hundred kilogram of food coupons.

For this small, broken, but warm home.

"Grandpa." Restrained his emotions, Qin Ye lowered his eyes and said hoarsely: "Those people are so weird."

He can only remind him like this.

A reminder a hundred years later.

Although, this is useless. However, he wanted to say this.

If I had woken up early, left early, and saw these "weird people" earlier... wouldn't this have happened?

Qin Zhongguo also glanced at it, unable to contain the worry in his eyes. He whispered: "Maybe it's the funeral team. Goudan, you know they are not normal. So..."

"Grandpa!" Qin Ye finally couldn't help but grab grandpa's hand gently, his lips trembled slightly, and his voice was hoarse. After a few times, he finally said tremblingly: "My parents are gone, don't leave me..."

Back then, he used this sentence to win his grandfather's consent.

But... a hundred years later, he almost pinched his palms and then barely said this sentence.

Qin Zhongguo was stunned.

A few seconds later, a pair of warm big hands gently stroked Qin Ye’s head. His wrinkled face was smiling with He Xi’s smile and said softly: “Okay, let’s go together.”

The fireworks of dry firewood were born. In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, gas stoves had not been laid here. Qin Ye walked to the water tank outside the house and smeared the water on his face to wake him up.

Can't sink...

Even if this is the most precious picture in your memory, you cannot be addicted to it.

"The underworld in China is still waiting for me." He quietly looked at the ripples in the water tank and bit his lip hard: "I am not alone...I am the King of Hell who is in charge of the underworld in Sichang. I... have my responsibility!"

"I... want to go back."

I... want to break the most beautiful shell in the ocean of my memory with my own hands.

Even those fragments cut themselves into blood.

At this moment, his brow suddenly raised, and a voice came from behind: "It's delicious."

That was Ye Xianzu's voice.

He still smiled, as if there was only one expression. Qin Ye pretended not to hear clearly and said in surprise: "Ah?"

Ye Xianzu's voice was a little hoarse. It was clear that it was sunny, but it seemed like a hungry wolf was standing behind him. The other party's claws were already pressing against his ears, combed his temples bit by bit. His tongue with burrs also licked his neck.

The clear sound of Adam's apple squirming came from behind. The feeling was extremely strange. If it were Qin Ye back then, he would definitely have a chicken skin.

Ye Xianzu almost pressed against his body, laughing in a hoarse voice: "It's delicious."

Qin Ye looked at the water tank.

Behind him... there is no one! Ye Xianzu is standing behind him at this moment!

He also knew that this sentence was delicious...it was about himself.

The flesh and blood of a virgin.

He pretended to shake, turned around and leaned against the wall. He whispered: "Mr. Ye...you, are you going to go up the mountain with us?"

"Yes." Ye Xianzu smiled and said, "Don't worry, we can't do anything. We only think about the Taoist temple and will not stop you from leading the way. You just need to walk ahead, and we will naturally follow."

He stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips. Qin Ye could see clearly that a bamboo strip in the other party's body completed the action.

"Then...how do we lead the way? Are you not afraid of getting separated?"

Logically, this group of "people" should be around the tour guide. They were afraid of getting separated. After all, the broken Taoist temple is still in the deep mountains.

He remembered that he ate Tai Sui when he was closer.

It takes dozens of minutes to get there. Moreover, this is a deep mountain that has not been developed. Without the elderly, it is good to have half of ten people coming in and out.

Of course, he also knew very well that these people... didn't need eyes at all.

They... rely on their natural sensitivity to flesh and blood.

However, there is a huge problem!

Why are they...so far away?

Moreover, after eating Tai Sui, my grandfather immediately drove him away ten minutes later and asked him to go home without saying a word. After he returned home, he was dizzy and did not wake up until the next day.

In other words... these evil spirits didn't eat them?

What are their goals?

Taoist temple? Tai Sui?

No matter what it is, after reaching the Taoist temple or even after being unearthed in Tai Sui, they should not survive no matter how they think about it.

What happened after I left?

When he thought of this, his scalp seemed to explode. Because... an extremely absurd thought arose in his heart.

Grandpa...is he dead?!

He went to see it and found his grandfather's body. He thought it was dead at that time, but he buried it with his own hands. But... is it true?

As the King of Hell, there are only 100 or 80 methods that can create similar methods. What I see... is it true?

This question... Perhaps in the Great Trial of the Inner Demon, you can see the scene after Tai Sui.

"No." Ye Xianzu smiled, turned around and left, and gently touched Qin Ye's head with his hand. He repeated again: "It's delicious."

He left. Qin Ye was next to the water tank, observing the group of "fellows to the funeral".

"The method of driving the corpse." His eyes narrowed slightly: "The only real evil spirit is Ye Xianzu."

"Where did I hear this name? A name that can make me remember must be a huge concern. What exactly is it?"

No answer yet.

Soon, the meal was ready. This time Qin Ye did not refuse. After drinking the soup, he immediately walked to his grandfather and grabbed his hand firmly.

Qin Zhongguo smiled and patted his hand. He took a deep breath, walked to Ye Xianzu, nodded and said, "Mr. Ye."

This is a picture that Qin Ye had never seen before. He felt... if this was a game, then he entered the "sub-line" that unveiled the main line.

It is closely related to the main line, but it is extremely difficult to reveal. At the beginning, Qin Zhongguo probably didn't want him to worry, so... he searched for these people alone to negotiate.

Now that I have seen this scene, the Great Judgment of the Inner Demon has not been suspended. Does it mean... as long as you go through major matters, follow the "main line", you must never move anything on the main line and you can keep going.

So……

What is the difficulty?

He is not mean, he wants to dig out from this now

Go out of the magical art. However, the way of heaven said: It is invincible, is it that difficult?

It is true that although ten thousand ants are now eating their hearts, they are far from invincible.

With this doubt, the yin energy in his body was ready to go, and he followed the team onto the mountain road.

"You go." Ye Xianzu stopped at the entrance of the mountain road and smiled and said, "We will follow."

Qin Ye's eyes darkened and he said nothing. After entering the second trial of the inner demon, he had already made various temptations, and even riskedly chatting with Ye Xianzu for a while. However, this does not mean that he is willing to do such temptations.

What he does must be done.

The aimless temptation is likely to terminate the magic technique at any time. What he is most uncertain now is... whether there are many times of the Great Trial of the Inner Demon.

Qin Zhongguo thought for a while and said in a deep voice: "Half an hour."

"I will only wait for you on the mountain for half an hour." He stretched out his wrinkled hand: "Give the food coupon first."

"Yes, no problem." Ye Xianzu smiled and took out the food coupon and handed it over.

Qin Zhongguo took it, gritted his teeth, and said in a serious look that Qin Ye had never seen before: "You'd better keep up. Never go around."

"Legend... There are some things that cannot be said on Funiu Mountain... veterans who have been running mountains all year round know some."

Ye Xianzu smiled.

His smile seemed to be about to break into his ears, and it seemed as if he had opened the door. He just nodded and smiled, "Don't worry."

Something can't be said...
To be continued...