One hundred thousand great mountains, suppressing demon ancient cave.

  The town of Tongtian after the resurrection of the beast, the scene is quite different from the previous dark clouds and howling winds. Although the sky is still gloomy, the black air that gathered at the entrance of the cave has dissipated, and the eerie wind that had been blowing out of the ancient cave for years has also disappeared without a trace.

  Apart from the still desolate mountains, only the stone statue of a woman standing at the entrance of the Town Demon Ancient Cave remained unchanged. And right in front of it stood a young man dressed in bright silk clothes, who was extremely handsome and even had a hint of seductiveness to him.

  Her face, whiter than that of ordinary women, had delicate eyebrows and bright eyes, thin lips and a pointed chin. Upon closer inspection, this face bore some resemblance to the stone statue of a woman.

  But the temperament on the faces of two people is vastly different!

  This young man is the resurrected beast demon from the Town Demon Ancient Cave. No one could have imagined that the devil who made countless people in Nanjiang fearful was actually such a handsome-looking young man.

  From the day of his resurrection, for some reason, he did nothing, neither slaughtered nor cheered wildly, but just stood silently in front of the stone statue of Linglong witch, gazing at it quietly.

  A dark shadow flashed by, and the witch came over silently from a distance, standing behind the young man.

  "Beast God-sama."

  The young man didn't move a muscle, nor did he turn his head, and said: "What's going on?"

  The witching spirit stared at his back and said: "The Thirteen Demon Kings have already subdued all the remaining barbarians in the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, and they are all obeying the Beast God."

  The young man's body finally moved, slowly turning around and saying faintly: "How many clans are left in total?"

  "Now there are only thirty-seven tribes left. In the past hundred years, the Ten Thousand Great Mountains have been without a leader, and many barbarian tribes have killed each other, causing many tribes to be exterminated."

  The young man smiled coldly, and there was no sign of disappointment on his face. On the contrary, he had a more intense and fierce aura emanating from deep within him. His eyes gleamed like electricity as they swept across the witch's face, which was shrouded in black veil.

  The witch suddenly felt as if her face had been scorched by flames.

  "It's actually thirty-eight tribes," the young man said leisurely, "Isn't there still you, the last heir of the Black Witch tribe?"

  The witch bowed her head and remained silent.

  The young man slowly turned his head, and his eyes fell on the face of the Linglong witch statue again. He gazed at it for a long time before suddenly shouting: "Hei Mu."

  The warlock's body shook, this name was like a deep wound carved into his heart, every time it was called out, it would hurt him once.

  Only then did the young man gaze at the Lingyong stone statue, and his tone suddenly became more melancholic, saying: "After all these years, have you ever regretted anything in front of Lingyong?"

  The witch remained silent for a long time before speaking in a low voice: "There is."

  The young man didn't turn his head back, and a strange light flickered in his eyes, flowing incessantly. He said in a low voice: "In this world, except for your elder brother who became a malevolent spirit, only you know the relationship between me and Linglong. Back then, the eight of you chased and killed me through mountains and rivers, now thinking about it, it feels like it was just yesterday."

  The body under the black veil of the witch began to tremble slightly, as if the past events were still vivid in his mind.

  It was just that young man, but he didn't notice the witch's reaction at all. What he said was not to the witch, but rather muttering to himself in front of the stone statue. In his eyes, there was only the exquisite stone statue of the witch girl at this moment.

  "You," his voice slowly exuding a hint of sadness, a hint of desolation and a hint of indignation, "what is it that you're after?"

  The stone statue stands silently, motionless and speechless.

  "What's so important in your heart, what's the meaning of life and fate?" The young man's voice suddenly became excited and grew louder.

  "If you think those things are heavier than me, then except for me, that's it, right?" The expression on the young man's face was a strange and eerie cold smile with a hint of seductiveness, "But do you know, I don't care at all!"

  "What nonsense is the will of heaven, what is the fate of all living things?" His expression became even more mournful and strange to say, despite his eyes being extremely terrifying, his face was becoming increasingly beautiful and enchanting, almost not like a normal person.

  "You want me to die, just say it once, do you know? Do you know?" He roared loudly at the stone statue of the woman, then slowly his voice fell.

  "But why... you actually consider those things more important than yourself, more important than your own life..."

  Slowly, he reached out and gently stroked the face that had been weathered by countless years of wind and frost, gradually becoming rougher, and swept across the deep memories of that once tender face.

  A cold feeling, without a hint of warmth, slowly spreading from the palm of my hand.

  He opened his arms, gently embracing the stone statue, holding it in his bosom. The youth's expression gradually turned into a strange tenderness. The witch stood behind him, silently gazing at that bizarre scene.

  "I know, it's this world that has wronged you." The young man half-closed his eyes and whispered softly, as if in a dream, "Don't worry, I'll let everything come to accompany your burial, then I'll come find you..."

  "Wait for me..."

  A low, hushed voice, quietly fell and finally disappeared. A beautiful young man hugged a cold stone statue, a black-robed witch stood motionless, dark clouds in the sky thundered, and raindrops floated at the horizon.

  Heavy rain falls in the wind, making this world hazy and indistinct. In the distance, a witch-like figure gazes blankly ahead, as raindrops fall silently on the stone statue of a woman's face.

  Like tears!

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  Qingyun Mountain is three thousand miles east, along the ancient path extending southeast from Kong Sang Mountain, a vast and desolate wilderness, where it's just the season for grass to grow and swallows to fly.

  He's shop, located a day's journey from Xiao Chi Town, stood as usual by the ancient road, greeting and bidding farewell to passing travelers. Mr. He, the owner of the small shop, had naturally long forgotten how many guests he had welcomed and sent off over the years. People who passed by were all sorts, but in these three days, he gradually became certain that despite his advancing age, he would surely remember this particular guest.

  To be honest, it's not quite accurate to call him a guest. To put it more accurately, he was a guest who came with a strange monkey. And for Mr. He, the impression left by that strange-looking monkey with three eyes was even greater than the guest himself.

  Three days ago, He Lao stood outside the door of his shop by the ancient road, soliciting customers. He saw a man with a dusty face and a bewildered expression walking towards him from the ancient road, with a three-eyed monkey on his shoulder. For some reason, he felt a little familiar. At that time, he went forward to greet him, intending to say something to entice this customer into his small shop to rest for a while, but unexpectedly, the man only said one sentence:

  "Sir, our store has hot tea and fine wine, why don't you go inside and take a rest..."

  Before he could finish what he was going to say, the man who looked very haggard suddenly disappeared from in front of him. The next moment, when Old He recovered his senses, the man was already sitting at a wooden table inside his small shop. On the table lay a silver ingot that could be used to eat and drink non-stop for three days in this small shop.

  Mr. He was naturally delighted, and hurriedly poured wine and served dishes. However, what was beyond his expectation was that this guest and the monkey actually stayed in his small shop for three days and three nights, until today, seemingly without any intention of leaving.

  The man's spirit was obviously very poor, and in three days, Old He had not seen him say a word or smile once. Every time he brought the wine and dishes to the table, the man would just stare silently at the wine jug and then slowly drink his wine.

  It's just that this guest's alcohol tolerance seems to be extremely poor. Every time he drinks a little, Mr. He estimates in his heart that it's not even half a jug, and the whole person falls to the ground, unconscious. On the contrary, the three-eyed monkey brought by the master made Mr. He stare with amazement.

  To be honest, Mr. He's decision to open a store here was not a bad one, although the location is somewhat remote, but because of the many customers passing by, he can also be considered as someone with some experience. However, within these three days, he has made countless vows in his heart that he really saw the best drinker and the biggest drinker monkey in this life.

  It only took one night's work, and all the fine wines in Mr. He's small shop were drunk by this monkey, including a jar of Niangzi Hong lie jiu he had hidden under an old locust tree behind his store.

  The monkey, still seemingly unsatisfied, scratched its ears and cheeks, looked around, jumped up and down for a while, and chattered incessantly at Old He. Although Old He didn't understand monkey language, even an idiot could tell what the monkey meant. Originally not wanting to bother with it, unexpectedly the clever monkey snuck back the silver that Old He had picked up and waved it back and forth in front of Old He's face.

  Mr. He had no choice but to send his apprentices from Xiaochi Town overnight to deliver wine here. At first, he was quite annoyed, but as time passed, he gradually grew fond of this monkey. Moreover, apart from loving to drink, this three-eyed monkey didn't have any other vicious habits and would often play and frolic in the store. When it was in a good mood, it would even perform some tricks, such as conjuring up a bunch of fire flames out of thin air. Not only did Mr. He watch with wide eyes, but also the merchants who passed by these days couldn't help but be delighted, lingering in Mr. He's store for a long time and earning him more silver.

  The owner of the grey-haired three-eyed monkey, however, was a stark contrast to the lively monkey. Most of the time he was drunk and sleeping soundly, occasionally waking up only to gaze blankly around him with lifeless eyes. It wasn't until the monkey ran back to his side that his eyes would light up slightly, lazily reaching out to pet the monkey's head. But soon after, it seemed as though he remembered some sorrowful event, picked up the wine jug and started drinking again, only to fall back into a drunken slumber in no time.

  Sometimes, Old He thought to himself that this man wouldn't be a madman, would he? But although he was just an ordinary shop owner, he still felt the difference between this man and other passersby. Not to mention anything else, but in the three days this man stayed in his small shop, the mosquitoes that were most active at this time of night suddenly all disappeared; what's more, the ghostly wailing sounds that often echoed through the desolate wilderness outside the shop at midnight seemed to have been scared away by something, and they too all disappeared. As a result, Old He, who was used to hearing these mournful howls, found himself unable to sleep in the sudden quiet of those three days.

  At dusk that day, Mr. He stood behind the counter of his small shop, closing the account book he had just finished calculating, and let out a long sigh. Then, he looked into his own small shop.

  The setting sun outside the window still has a faint afterglow, which not only illuminates the red sky at dusk but also shines into the small shop through the window, stretching the shadows of the tables and chairs onto the ground, as if time is quietly passing by here.

  Mr. He's mood suddenly became somewhat unusual, a dizziness in his mind, and he realized that he was already over fifty years old. Although the helpers always said that he looked like he was only around forty, he himself knew that his body was gradually failing him.

  Will time spare no one and just pass by like this for a lifetime?

  He stared blankly at the gradually lengthening shadows of the tables and chairs on the ground, and when he raised his head, he saw again the mottled and peeling marks on the walls of this small shop.

  The faint sunset shines on his face, with a few degrees of worldly inexplicable vicissitudes.

  He sighed, shook his head, and thought it was better not to think about these things. Mr. He forced a smile, picked up the account book, and walked towards the only customer in the small shop at this moment and his monkey.

  That guest always sat at the table closest to the wall, and as usual, he was now drunk and lying on the table motionless. His monkey, however, was squatting on the table, holding a wine jug in its left hand and picking up delicious food from several plates of dishes with its right hand, drinking a mouthful of wine and eating a mouthful of food, living a life of pleasure.

  Mr. He walked up to the guest, cleared his throat, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at the monkey first. The three-eyed monkey didn't seem to care about his arrival, looked at him for a moment, and then shifted his attention back to the wine jug in his hand. Mr. He sighed, this monkey was really one of the most alcohol-loving animals he had ever seen, and judging from the large wine bag on its back, which was now empty but still visible, it was clear what it used to hold.

  He Lao Ban withdrew his gaze, and for some reason, he felt a few points of tension in his heart, which even he himself couldn't explain. After coughing a few times, he carefully said: "This... guest officer."

  The man in front of him didn't move at all.

  The boss was a bit embarrassed, but continued: "Uh, sir, it's like this, the silver ingot you paid three days ago has already been used up. Our store is small and our profits are thin, isn't that...?"

  The man didn't know whether he was really drunk or just lying there quietly.

  He Lao sighed and said, "Actually, the silver you paid is quite a lot. It's enough for three days of food in our small shop, let alone five days. However... however, your noble beast is too powerful, its drinking capacity is too great. In just these three days, it has drunk all the wine stored in our small shop, not to mention the four jars of wine that were sent over twice..."

  He Lao said up to here, looked at the three-eyed monkey again, but only saw the monkey staring at him with a ghostly face.

  "Can you please pay some more silver? Ah, yes, the silver ingot you paid three days ago was stolen by your noble animal and has not been returned yet. I..."

  Before he could finish speaking, a silver ingot suddenly appeared on the table in front of Mr. He, bouncing twice with a "ding" sound. Mr. He looked closely and found that the monkey had somehow retrieved the stolen silver ingot from who-knows-where and tossed it back onto his face.

  He Lao Ban hastily put it away, holding it in his bosom, but hesitated for a moment, looked at the monkey again, and took out the silver, opened his collar, and placed it inside his close-fitting clothes.

  Just as he put away the silver and was about to speak to the man again, a voice suddenly came from the entrance of the small shop:

  "Is anyone there?"

  He Lao Ban was taken aback, turned his head to look back, and saw three people standing at the door. There were two men and one woman. The first old man held a bamboo pole in his hand, with a white cloth hanging on it, written with the four characters "Xian Ren Zhi Lu" ( Fairy Points the Way). Beside him was a 17 or 18-year-old girl, with a beautiful face and a faint smile on her face.

  The old and young, the old with a celestial air and bones, the young with beauty and elegance. Behind these two people stood a middle-aged man holding all the packages, but he was born strangely, his body was more than a head taller than the first two, and his face was as long as a wild dog's, looking at him made one feel disgusted.

  He Lao rushed to welcome them, after all, guests with monkeys couldn't sneak away quietly. It was better to greet the newly arrived guests first. He smiled and said: "Yes, yes, three distinguished guests, are you here to eat or stay?"

  The old man in front chuckled and smiled with his eyes narrowed: "What's wrong, Mr. He? Don't you recognize us?"

  He Lao Ban was taken aback, carefully examined the old man for a while, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't recall who he was. He had been doing business on this ancient road for so long, and there were countless passersby, how could he possibly remember each one? He could only awkwardly shake his head and say: "Sorry, sir, I'm getting old, my memory isn't what it used to be."

  The old man's face showed a look of regret, shaking his head and sighing: "Alas, what a pity, what a pity. Most people in the world are like this, having a chance encounter with an immortal, yet lacking the wisdom to recognize it."

  He Lao's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt a few points of reverence. He took a closer look at the old man, who had white whiskers fluttering in the wind, with an ethereal air about him, and was probably a high-ranking Taoist master. Although he didn't know why this high-ranking Taoist master looked like a fortune teller from the streets, and the girl beside him seemed to be looking at him with great disdain, but thinking about it, since he was a high-ranking master, naturally there were things that an ordinary person like himself couldn't understand. If he could understand them, wouldn't he also become a high-ranking master?

  Thinking of this, Mr. He's face had already added a few points of respect, and he said with a bow: "Yes, yes, sir... no, Master, please come in."

  The old man responded with a nod, holding the bamboo staff of the immortal guide, and swaggered in. The girl behind him smiled wryly and shook her head, turning to face the man carrying a bundle on his back:

  "The wild dog path is long, let's go in and rest for a while."

  The man responded with a grunt and followed him in. The three of them sat down at a table, and the dog-faced man put his bundle on the chair beside him, making a "thud" sound, apparently quite heavy.

  These three people were naturally Zhou Yixian and his grandson Xiao Huan, while the dog-faced man was the only surviving member of the Wild Dog Sect from the Lianxue Hall. Since the end of the Dead Marsh campaign, the Wild Dog Sect had been following Zhou Yixian and Xiao Huan, wandering the world and calling all four seas home.

  At first, Zhou Yixian really couldn't stand the wild dog, constantly picking on him and occasionally making sarcastic remarks. However, the wild dog seemed to have changed overnight, as if he had washed his heart and become a new person, and surprisingly, he didn't seem to hear anything and continued to follow along. Xiao Huan's kind heart couldn't bear it, and she often spoke up to defend him.

  Although she was young, her words were sharp and piercing. Zhou Yi Xian, an old hand in the business, would often be left speechless by her, ultimately having no choice but to accept the fact. Fortunately, as time passed, he gradually discovered that this stray dog wasn't entirely useless after all. For instance, packages and heavy objects that he used to have to carry himself could now be handed over to this "laborer". Moreover, under Xiao Huan's slightly apologetic gaze, the "laborer" didn't show the slightest resentment, instead seeming rather pleased.

  As for other benefits, such as encountering wild beasts while walking in the wilderness, meeting ghosts on the road, and encountering strong men when crossing mountains, it is naturally up to this wild dog "hero" to take care of them. Along the way, Zhou Yixian felt extremely comfortable, having traveled to the ends of the earth for a lifetime, but never had he walked as comfortably as in these few months, regretting only that he hadn't met this wild dog earlier.

  During this period, the three of them revisited their old haunts, anyway, they were wandering around the world, and any place was fine to go. As they walked, they ended up back on this ancient road again. Fortunately, Zhou Yixian was like a ghost, and he still remembered He Lao's small shop by the roadside, so he came up with an act of pretending to be a superior being, scaring He Lao into a state of shock.

  Seeing He Lao's respectful attitude towards him, Zhou Yixian was pleased and ordered several dishes in a grand manner. Just as He Lao quickly walked away to prepare the food, he turned his head back to boast to Xiao Huan and Ye Gou Dao Ren, but suddenly saw that their faces had inexplicably taken on an expression of incredulity, their eyes wide with astonishment.

  "Hey, what's wrong with you guys?" said Xianqi on Monday.

  The stray dog raised his seemingly heavy arm and pointed inside the small shop: "You see for yourself."

  Xian glared at him on Monday, turned her head to look away, and suddenly felt a jolt in her body.

  All that was seen was the last ray of sunlight in the twilight, falling from the window into the depths of a small shop, where a man's figure sat in a dark corner, and on the table, in the shadows, a three-eyed monkey stared at them.

  Xiao Huan was shocked and let out a low cry:

  Little Grey?