You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 274 The Blood Man’s Hometown, an Inexplicable Call

"Come with me~"

After the bloody man finished speaking, he took the lead and walked inside.

"Senior, where is the coffin?" Chang Qing asked, pointing at the coffin.

"The coffin is made like this, on the one hand to attract the attention of those who come in, on the other hand, the people under the coffin should be like this, that is the fate that betrayers deserve~"

Chang Qing was shocked. Looking at the golden statues that served as pedestals under the coffin, it seemed that things were not that simple.

"Traitor~" Chang Qing murmured, vaguely guessing something.

Could it be that the disaster that happened in the Bronze City was caused by these people?

Chang Qing followed silently, now he had no time to explore these things~

……

When passing through the mural, a cool touch comes over you, like a layer of water film.

When I opened my eyes again, I was attracted by the dazzling sunlight. I haven't seen the sun for a long time and I missed it a little.

Before my eyes was a large field of towering green trees with lush branches and leaves, which cut the sunlight into fragments and cast them on the ground.

Under your feet is a long bronze path that stretches into the distance.

Looking into the distance, there are fields of crops, but they have not been taken care of for a long time. They are overgrown with weeds and can no longer be called fields. There are also dead and fallen trees on the roadside, some of which are infested with fungi. Everything seems quite primitive.

From time to time, there are bird songs, butterflies flying, crickets jumping, and rustling sounds all around, hiding a sense of freedom.

The bloody man looked at the scene, took a deep breath, stretched himself and said with emotion, "It's been 70,000 years~ I really miss it."

As if he noticed Changqing coming in, the bloody man put away his nostalgic look and returned to normal.

“This is my hometown~”

The bloody man took a step forward and walked along the bronze path out of the forest.

Changqing was not in a hurry. He followed the bloody man, walking slowly and admiring the scenery along the road. After all, a home made of bronze was rare.

"The ancestors of the predecessors came here as refugees. The predecessors are the children who were born here."

Chang Qing frowned and asked again, "Then Senior, doesn't that mean you are hundreds of thousands of years old?"

The bloody man didn't turn around after hearing this, but continued to walk ahead. He nodded and said, "It seems that you don't understand sometimes, but it makes sense. You haven't reached such a high level, so naturally you don't know the method of 'sealing the years'..."

“Feng Sui?......” Chang Qing was stunned. He really didn’t know, otherwise how could he guess that the blood man would be hundreds of thousands of years old.

"Seal your life, in fact, is very simple. It is to seal yourself with some pure life essence or some top-level spiritual jade, in order to seal your life. The people behind those Dao-derivation experiments I told you about are these old guys who have sealed themselves. They hope that one day the Dao-derivation experiments will be successful, and they can use them on themselves to achieve the demeanor of immortals."

"But they were wrong after all. How could the original experiment be so simple?" The blood man sneered as if he knew some secret.

"Tens of thousands of years ago, I woke up from the sealed years with hope, but unfortunately..." A trace of sadness flashed across the bloody man's face and he stopped talking.

Chang Qing did not ask any more questions. His eyes flickered as he kept thinking. The bloody man's words seemed to hide a lot of information.

There was silence between the two for a while, until they walked another mile, Chang Qing looked up and asked:

"Senior said before that my physique is similar to that of the daughter of Yan Dao, but I didn't know that I have multiple spiritual roots?"

"Ok?"

Chang Qing's words made the bloody man stunned. He turned to look at Chang Qing in shock and said, "Aren't you a person with multiple spiritual roots?"

Chang Qing nodded and said, "I only have a single wood spiritual root."

The blood man was more and more surprised and asked, "Then why do you have that kind of precious blood?"

Chang Qing suddenly realized that he had deduced it from his own blood:

"Since I can remember, I have always had this kind of blood in my body. Perhaps it is due to my practice..."

The two of them fell into silence again. It was not that the Blood Man did not want to dig deep, but even if he wanted to, Chang Qing probably would not answer. Now the Blood Man felt a little heavy in his heart, and he was not sure whether it was right to take Chang Qing to the holy relic.

Changqing is mysterious, and Blood Man secretly decides in his heart that if Changqing really does anything to offend the sacred object, he will kill Changqing without hesitation.

A small group of low houses appeared in the distance, all made of bronze. Perhaps it was precisely because of this strange bronze that these houses are still strong after hundreds of thousands of years, with few collapsing.

Chang Qing counted about twenty households, but there was no sign of people. It seemed that after the black fog that year, few people survived...

As they got closer, a hazy feeling suddenly obscured Changqing's perception, like a layer of veil, making it difficult for Changqing to see clearly.

Even Changqing's footsteps began to become erratic.

Changqing's heart tightened and he looked at the bloody man in front of him, thinking that the other party had used some tricks, but he saw that the bloody man was still walking forward and did not notice anything unusual about Changqing.

"It's not him~"

Chang Qing thought, but before he could figure it out, a gentle voice suddenly echoed in his ears:

"Hey, kid~"

"My child..."

“Come here…”

"Come here..."

The sound continued to echo, extremely soft and full of sacredness, as if it was a fairy sound with fatal attraction.

The hazy feeling just now seemed to be blown away by the sound, and the scene in front of my eyes returned to normal.

Chang Qing's expression changed, and the Qingtian Nianqing Jue in his body began to run wildly and uncontrollably.

His heart suddenly began to beat wildly, his blood flow accelerated, and even his spiritual roots felt as if they were about to be pulled out of his body.

It’s like...like a lost child finally finds his mother, that kind of impatient feeling.

Enduring the discomfort in his body, Chang Qing looked up at the bloody man who was leading the way and didn't notice anything unusual, and said with difficulty:

"Senior, why is there a calling voice coming?"

Hearing Chang Qing's words, the bloody man stopped his steps that were about to enter the village, looked around, and listened carefully, but still shook his head, with an expression that he had not noticed, and turned to Chang Qing and said:

"I didn't hear any whirring..."

At this point, the bloody man suddenly paused. Seeing Changqing's flushed face and beads of sweat on his temples, he finally realized that something was wrong.

The bloody man opened a layer of protection and wrapped Changqing in it. He didn't want Changqing to die so early before digging out Changqing's secret.

But Changqing's symptoms did not improve, and now he looked like a statue of Guan Gong. Seeing that Changqing was still in that state, the bloody man frowned, somewhat confused about the situation.

As the two walked into the village and along the road, something strange happened.

crunch~

The teeth-grinding sound of metal deformation continued to be heard, and in the eyes of the two people, the houses around them began to deform slightly, as if the metal was coming alive and moving towards Changqing.

"Child....Finally I see you..."

The voice was still calling out to Changqing, but it sounded much weaker than before.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Changqing felt miserable.