This is a path, with weeds everywhere covering the road. Judging from the flowers and plants that are rising vigorously, there should be few people passing by here. However, at this moment, there is a person next to the path. The man was covered with a layer of blood scab, his messy and dark hair covered his face, and the two deep blood marks behind him looked hideous and scary.

In the moonlight, his whole body remained motionless and fell into a deep coma.

When the sun slowly rose, a ray of dawn shone through the top of the mountain and shone on him, but his breathing became weaker and weaker, as if it could stop at any time. His heart almost stopped moving, and it took him a long time to beat slightly. If he continued like this, he would be afraid that he would not be able to survive tonight.

Tat... Tat... Tat...

A sound of footsteps slowly approached, and soon someone discovered the existence of this blood man. However, the middle-aged man had no expression. His eyes stayed on the blood man for a moment, then he took them back and continued to walk forward, and soon disappeared at the end of the path.

It took about half an hour before someone passed by again.

"Huh, vendetta?" With a light "Huh" sound, a young man moved closer to this place, but after the curiosity in his eyes was satisfied, he continued to drive his way as if he had seen nothing.

In the next few hours, more than ten people passed by, but without exception, they all turned a blind eye to the bloody man who was almost dead, and some even cursed the bad luck.

At this moment, the indifference of human nature has been fully interpreted.

When the sun gradually became fierce, the bloody man who fell to the ground still did not move for a moment. His fate seemed to have been sentenced to death. Most humans in the Alpha continent seemed to be so realistic. Faced with the dying people, they couldn't even bear to take out a trace of pity, and would rather watch others die...

But there are still good people in the world after all, such as now.

"Grandpa, this... this big brother is so pitiful. Please save him!" An old man led a little boy by here. The little boy suddenly stopped and pointed at the blood man who was lying on the ground. A crisp and innocent voice came from his mouth.

The old man looked at the blood man's long dark hair, frowned, and then stretched out again, with a hint of helplessness on his face, and said, "July, the soul medicine has been used up. If you want to save him, you have to go to the blood pool! You have to think it through!"

The little boy seemed a little hesitant, and a look of fear flashed in his eyes. It seemed that the Blood Pool was a very terrible place, but he nodded firmly: "I'm willing to go again."

"Have you thought about it?" the old man asked.

"I've thought about it. I feel that this big brother is so kind. I'm willing to go to the blood pool for him again." Although the little boy's voice was small, his tone was extremely firm. "This big brother is so pitiful, grandpa must save him!"

In fact, there are countless people they have saved, but very few people have truly given them rewards. Whenever the little boy wants to save someone, the old man will ask this question, and the little boy will firmly affirm his choice. In the eyes of the little boy, grandpa is the greatest person in the world. No matter how seriously the injury is, he can be easily cured in his hands.

"Oh! I hope your decision is right!" The old man looked at the blood man's long dark hair again and said in his heart.

The old man gently carried the blood man up, his face neither blushed nor breathing. It seemed that this weight was nothing to him. At this time, he said to the little boy: "Let's go, if you don't go back, it will be dark."

The little boy's face was filled with a happy smile, his eyes narrowed like crescent moons, and his mouth made a giggle.

...

"Cough cough...cough cough..." Zou Wen woke up from a coma with a cough, but found himself lying on a wooden bed. He immediately became alert and moved his hands, accidentally touching the wound behind him. He immediately gasped in his air conditioning: "Hiss~"

At this time, an old man walked into the door and saw that Zou Wen seemed to be struggling to sit up. He immediately stopped him and said, "Lying down quickly! If you do this, you will affect the wound. Don't move around at this time, otherwise everything I have done will be wasted."

"Grandpa, grandpa, are you awake?" A crisp voice came into Zou Wen's ears. He turned to look and saw a little boy dressed in simple and neat but full of sunshine running in from outside the door.

Those pair of impurities-free eyes were the purest eyes that Zou Wen had ever seen. It is said that eyes are a window to the soul. A child with such pure eyes must be a kind child.

Zou Wen's vigilance faded a little because of the little boy's arrival. He asked in confusion: "Why am I here?"

The old man said angrily: "If my cute little grandson hadn't wanted to save you, old man, I wouldn't bother to pay attention to you, a half-dead person. It took so much effort to wake you up, but you didn't even say a word of thank you." This old man also had a little bit of a childlike character, and the old kids were talking about such an old man.

"Thanks."

Zou Wen felt warm and infinite gratitude surged, but he was not good at speaking, and after a long time he only squeezed out these two words.

However, seeing the little boy's sunny smile, his eyes without any impurities, and his eyes full of kindness, Zou Wen silently swears in his heart that this child, the child who was rescued when he stepped into hell from half his foot, will not let the child suffer any harm. Although the oath is simple, he will not be vague at all.

Of course, there was another thing he didn't say, because the little boy had dark eyes like him. Only the dark eyes could cultivate such pure eyes and such a kind heart, which made Zou Wen feel a little intimate.

"By the way, are you?" Zou Wen asked.

"You didn't introduce yourself first, but actually asked us first. It's so rude!" The old man was very angry at Zou Wen's behavior. "But let me tell you, we are villagers in Aubr village, Xiping town. You can call me Qi Lao Monster. This is my grandson July. Now you are in our house, that is, Aubr village."

"Xiping Town?" Zou Wen frowned, "If I remember correctly, Xiping Town should be a town outside Yangcheng close to Xingma Lake and Shuiyue Forest, right?"

"Congratulations, I guessed it right, but unfortunately I had no food to eat." The old man smiled.

Hearing the old man's affirmation, Zou Wen felt relieved. This place had been out of the control of the Zou family's forces, which means that he finally no longer had to worry about being chased by the Zou family.

Thinking of the Zou family, Zou Wen couldn't help but sneer on his face: "Everything from the Zou family is given by my father. My father can give it to you, and I can take it back as a son!"

"What kind of knight is the Immortal Knight?" Zou Wen was full of doubts.

His eyes gradually turned to the jade on his chest: "Is there really a cultivation technique for the Immortal Knight on this jade? How should I obtain it?"

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