Xuanhuan: Storytelling In Shrouding The Heavens, The Saint Is Moved

Chapter 375: Bloody, Resentment

When Han Lian heard this, his heart was full of guesswork.

"I want to join you night watchmen."

"Mr. Han, you understand... um!"

That Lin Dingwu originally thought that Han Lian should answer, but after realizing it, he could not help but widen his eyes, and the whole person became nervous.

"Mr. Han, the night watchman is quite dangerous. I heard my father say that in our village, we encountered quite terrifying things in the early years. A four-leaf high priest died because of the night watch..."

One of his own lives was saved by Han Lian. Although he didn't know what Han Lian's realm was, he was quite worried about it and persuaded him.

"I don't dare to say it next to you, but as long as it's night, Mr. Han, you don't want to go out. Under the protection of Lord Jiling, it will naturally be fine."

When Han Lian heard this, he insisted on shaking his head.

Seeing this, he hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed.

But to Han Lian's surprise, the other party even joined the night watchman today with a spear.

The two of them went to the place where the night watchmen gathered. It was a rather large room. At this time, many people had gathered here.

Their expressions were either indifferent or vicious, and the two teenagers who had their lifespan tested today were among them. They were given a spiritual art and a weapon, and they were huddled in the corner to realize it, hoping to gain something.

Han Lian entered here, and most people chose to ignore it.

Of course, this is also related to his easier face.

The spirit race has extraordinary blood, and most of his appearances are quite handsome. His current image cannot be regarded as very top-notch, but can only be regarded as within the normal range.

But the main reason is that the death rate of the night patrol is extremely high. They all surrender their lives to the unknown, and their minds and bodies are already numb.

According to them, the only way to turn them over is to practice in the moonlight when the aura is strong at night.

After being promoted to the Sanye realm, he will naturally be able to leave the night watch team.

This village, rather than saying that the cultivation method in this world is quite strange, according to his vision, ordinary adults will step into the realm of Dao Yiye, which is equivalent to the realm of transcendence.

With practice, most of them can also reach the realm of two leaves, which is not weak.

As for prolonging life, it is only possible after reaching the three-leaf realm.

And the lifespan of this world is obviously easier to pass.

According to Lin Dingwu, there was once a strong man with five leaves in their clan, and his life was extended by three Jiazi in total, and he lived a total of two hundred years.

His father, now the sacrifice of Linghuai Village, is close to this realm, but he has never been able to take this step.

It really surprised Han Lian that a small village could have an existence comparable to the Butterfly Transformation Realm.

But for him, this is nothing new.

His eyes were always on the resentful spirit he described, as well as on the two locust trees.

He could sense the extraordinary aura of Gu Huai, but his spiritual sense seemed to be hidden all the time, and he didn't want to be discovered by Han Lian.

After nightfall, the double moon hangs high, and the silver-white moonlight falls down, as if the whole earth is covered with a fine layer of frost.

And only after they went out did they realize that, for some reason, a mist had formed.

Han Lian and Lin Dingwu were carrying a wooden lantern and patrolling the allocated area.

The firelight of this wooden lamp is quite gentle, and it exudes an inexplicable fragrance, which is reassuring for no reason.

According to Lin Dingwu's words, this kind of lamp oil is made from the pollen of two sacrificial spirits, the bone meal of their hunting spirit beasts and their blood, which can reflect the resentful spirits to a certain extent, and make them not Dare to attack.

Not far away, two pale-faced teenagers followed them, along with the teenager's father.

According to what Lin Ding Fifteen said, he could keep one of his two children no matter what, even if it meant risking his own life.

He already had a child who lost his life like this, and naturally he couldn't ignore the recurrence of such a situation.

The breeze blew, the leaves of the huge locust tree were scraped, and there was a sound of salsa.

Han Lian looked up and couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

In front of his eyes, he vaguely sensed a familiar wisp of air.

He casually took a bunch of leaves from a small tree on the ground, and with a slight movement of his mind, he sacrificed it, and threw it to Lin Dingwu.

"If you are in danger, take off a piece and throw it out, and I will go to the other side to see."

After he finished speaking, he took his wooden lantern and walked away, Lin Dingwu was stunned for a moment, Han Lian's figure had disappeared into the mist.

Lin Dingwu looked a little anxious. He wanted to call Han Lian, but he wanted to open his mouth, but he couldn't.

It is a taboo to call someone by name at night, because it is very likely to call a resentful spirit. If you take it seriously, he will be able to replace the person you called.

He is well aware of all kinds of strange stories and legends, and is even more convinced that it is quite taboo.

To go out to patrol the night tonight, it is impossible for Han Lian to repay his favor. Who would have thought that it would be like this.

"Be careful, you two little guys. Although I have already touched the threshold of Sanye, it is a little worse after all. If you don't want to die, don't leave me and the old fifteen."

After saying this, he frowned and continued to patrol the village.

....

This village is really interesting.

Han Lian strolled through the village, and all he could see were the roots of the two locust trees.

If his guess is not bad, this little locust tree should have a realm comparable to the fourth leaf, and it is already psychic.

And that old locust tree, even if it didn't reach the seventh leaf, that is, the realm of Zifu, it is almost the same.

His mind moved slightly, and he suddenly thought of something. The next moment, in his eyes, there were traces of fairy spirits emerging.

The fairy eyes were sacrificed by him, and the heavy pupils flowed, and everything could not be concealed from his eyes.

And when he looked at it, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

For some reason, under the silver-white moonlight, a surging blood color appeared.

This blood-colored aura made him both unfamiliar and familiar.

Looking into the distance, the sturdy ancient locust tree seems to have woken up.

Its roots are surging, and a drop of blood is drawn out by it and is being sacrificed by some means. The huge and intricate roots are absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth to nourish the small locust tree, and its condensed blood is also turning. Dropped under the little locust tree.

The little locust tree felt the blood, the leaves swayed slightly, and the whole tree seemed to be a little brighter.

At this moment, he vaguely felt that a strong resentment began to condense outside the village.