Chapter 2904: Motian Mountains

"Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, I tend to walk towards the mountains, pretentious, but in fact fate is like dirt..."
In the dilapidated and dark wine shop, the old shopkeeper murmured. In the dimly lit shop, the people sitting in the dim shop chose to be silent, drinking the old shopkeeper's own wine.
The wine here is really not good wine.
But everyone who enters the store will gulp and drink, as if they were drinking a deadly drink.
This is indeed a desperate drink, because everyone who enters this store will do desperate things.
Therefore, even if it is not a good wine, drink enough and have a good time.
The people who can enter this store are all heroes from all sides. Who doesn't carry some jade liquid on his body? It is a thousand times better than the wine in this store.
But I don't know since when, people who came here have to enter this store to drink the wine that the old shopkeeper brewed is not good.
Maybe a group of people who are about to die, sitting together, even if they don't say a word, drinking wine in silence will have a different taste.
Maybe everyone is here not to drink, but to make friends, at least not to be too lonely after death.
However, there is such a strange person who came here to drink.
And one drink is a whole month. In the evening, the old shopkeeper did not push him out, and in the morning, the old shopkeeper continued to serve him wine.
After a month, he seemed to have gotten used to it.
In other words, this person has been ignored.
A person who sits for a month and only drinks without talking is easy to ignore.
It was another night when I left. The old shopkeeper got up on time to open the shop, took out a bottle of daughter red from behind the counter on time, and gave it to the man sitting in the corner.
He put down the wine and turned around and left. He never asked for the wine. He never seemed to worry about when the man would slip away quietly.
Drinking non-stop for a month is a lot of money.
"The shopkeeper!" Suddenly, the man spoke.
After the shopkeeper, he always thought the man was dumb.
It was absolutely surprising that the mute spoke suddenly, but there was no fluctuation on the face of the shopkeeper. He turned to look at the man and asked, "Objective, is there anything else to order?"
"Haven't you thought, I'll fall back on the bill?" The man looked at the shopkeeper curiously and asked.
Looking at him, it seems that his curiosity about the shopkeeper has far exceeded the shopkeeper's curiosity about him.
The shopkeeper smiled slightly, and said: "I know that being objective will not fall back on accounts."
The man asked: "Why?"
The shopkeeper said: "If you are a bad guy, then you won't ask me that."
The man laughed, laughing very openly, and said: "It looks like you just learned that I won't be wronged."
The shopkeeper said plainly: "Yes."
The man looked up at the shopkeeper carefully. This is the first time he has paid attention to the shopkeeper since he entered the shop a month.
The old shopkeeper looked like he was in his early seventies, his hair was gray, his face was covered with wrinkles, his hands were wrinkled and rough, and his nails had become ragged because of long coolies.
This is really an ordinary person no more ordinary.
However, deep in the man's eyes, a strange color flashed through.
The man did not show anything wrong, and asked: "How much?"
The shopkeeper did not directly say how much money, but asked: "Objective, have you thought about it?"
The man said decisively: "Yes."
The shopkeeper was taken aback, and said with some regret: "I thought you would give up after seeing so many and hearing so many."
The man smiled slightly, gently put an ingot of gold on the seat, stood up and left.
An ingot of gold can buy wine from the shopkeeper for a year.
The old shopkeeper didn't show the slightest excitement, and even owed the gold one more time. Instead, he looked at the man and said, "Objectively, those wines are my gift to you."
The man had a meal and said, "Then save it for the next drink."
Before the sound fell, the man had arrived outside the store.
"Next time..." The old shopkeeper shook his head, turned around and walked to the corner, collected the shining gold, and began to carefully wipe the table.
The man walked out of the wine shop and looked up at the sky, which was still gray.
Pedestrians on the road are in twos and threes, clearly divided into two types, one is physically vigorous, and the other looks ill.
Even if the man only came here for a month and spent most of the time in the wine shop, he could still recognize these two kinds of people at a glance.
The first kind of people are foreigners, and the second kind of people are locals.
The local people, whether they are elderly, middle-aged or children, have an unusually pale complexion, very poor health, and almost no foundation for cultivation.
Looking at the world, only Jiangmozhen is like this.
To the west of Demon Down Town, there is an endless black mountain range, as if to the horizon.
That black mountain range is the Motian Mountain Range, one of the three famous mountain ranges.
Around the Motian Mountain Range, within hundreds of millions of miles, there is only one place where creatures gather in Jiangmo Town. For a powerful cultivator, hundreds of millions of miles are nothing, but for ordinary people, it is impossible to get out for several lifetimes.
Therefore, the residents of Demon Falling Town can only linger in Demon Falling Town.
The man left the town of Demon Jiang and strode towards the Motian Mountain Range.
The Motian Mountain Range looks like an ordinary mountain range. In addition to giving people a magnificent aura, it does not have a frightening devilish energy, so that when you keep close to the Motian Mountain Range, you will not feel the slightest discomfort.
However, this is the most terrifying.
Because the Motian Mountain Range exudes a special power invisibly, after that special power enters the body, it is too late for ordinary people to find it.
So when the man was walking towards the Motian Mountain Range, he saw countless dead bones stacked among the grass and woods on the roadside.
Those withered bones are always warning to people that they are heading to hell.
But often people desperately want to enter the Motian Mountain Range.
"what……"
Suddenly, there was a scream in front of him.
The man strode forward and saw an old man lying on the ground, his body rapidly deteriorating.
"Friends, please help me..."
Seeing the man, the man hurriedly called for help like a drowning child saw the straw.
The man stopped suddenly, frowned, and did not come forward to help.
"you are……"
Suddenly, the old man looked at the man and exclaimed.
"Are you the eternal prodigy Han Yu?" The old man was surprised and delighted, and hurriedly crawled towards the man, begging: "Senior Han, you are very merciful, save me..."
In the process of crawling the old man, his flesh and blood disappeared in smoke, and finally stopped three feet away from the man, leaving only a skeleton, still crawling.
The man sighed secretly, not that he didn't want to save.
But the old man is no longer saved.
The invisible power of the Motian Mountain Range can turn magic into decay and obliterate everything.
Once it is inhaled into the body and reaches the limit that the body can withstand, it will be difficult to save.
The man flicked his fingers, and a wave of air sent the skeleton under the shade of the trees beside the road, and continued to walk towards the Motian Mountain Range. This man is no one else but Han Yu.