Snow in the evening,

No wind.

Lead-like clouds rolled from one side of the mountain to the other, a bit like a scoundrel, or a haunting nightmare.

At an intersection, there is a fifty-foot pole with a red lantern hanging on it, which can be seen clearly even in this wind and snow.

But if there is a choice, no one wants to come closer.

The big red lantern has four big characters written on it - Yuelai Inn.

Under the lantern, there was a dark string of houses, and there was no light coming out, but all kinds of sounds came out.

There are those who cry, those who laugh, those who sing, those who laugh, those who scold, those who sigh, those who are sad, and those who are proud, almost all of which encompass all kinds of life.

Twelve figures came from a distance, a little hesitant and a little hesitant, but finally they came closer, looked at the four words on the big red lantern, and the bald monk at the head let out a breath of turbidity, stepped forward and called the door, knocking on the door panel with a bang.

The door opened, and the inside was full of strange lights and people.

But the bald monk didn't look at it, walked straight in, came to the innermost counter, and smashed an eyeball-like accessory on the counter with a snap.

"Amitabha! Boss, die!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

Eleven figures behind him silently stepped forward and took pictures of the same eyeball accessories.

The inn lobby was instantly quiet, the lights suddenly went out, the original singing sound was gone, the warm fire suddenly cooled down, and in a blink of an eye, there were thirteen people left in the room.

And the whole palatial inn lobby is like a haunted house that has been abandoned for thousands of years.

Behind the counter, there was a man huddled, a man wearing a hat, who seemed to be extremely old, his movements were as slow as a snail, and his body trembled as if he could be blown away by a random gust of wind.

In fact, when a gust of wind blew, the hat-bearer was almost blown away as if it were not for the monk pressing a stick on the head of the paper-man.

"Amitabha, the poor monk said, die!"

The expression on the monk's face was very hideous, in this dim night, like a wild beast, and the eleven figures behind him also showed a dangerous aura.

"Ahem, what do you know what you're doing at the moment?" finally spoke, his voice like a mouse in a bellows, and as soon as he spoke, the surroundings instantly returned to normal, and the drinkers continued to drink heartily as if nothing had happened.

"I know, our mission collapsed, and we will die if we go back, so it's the other way around, but this eyeball seals our soul and soul, and now this eyeball can't see what we do, but in 500 years, we will die a miserable death, so here we are. ”

"Is the mission crashing?So sure, why don't you give it a try, you still have a lot of time, what if you can complete the task in the end, you have to know, compared to the difficulty of the mission, I don't think offending the gods is the best solution, and now you have time to regret it." The hatsman continued.

"It is precisely because there is still a lot of time and can be arranged calmly, so we dare to betray, we are not novices, whether the task can be completed or not, we know in our hearts, and to digress, this task is very weird, why were the twelve apostles of the previous generation all executed? Is it just because the task was not completed? Not necessarily, there are very few people who know this insider, but it doesn't mean that we don't have long brains!"

The monk snorted coldly, and the fierce flames on his body were even better.

"So you don't talk nonsense, we all know your identity, the second element god who escaped from the Starry Sky Divine Venerable, in a sense, you are him, he is you, help us seal these eyeballs, and then we owe you a favor, or you can make a price casually!"

The hat-bearer was silent for a moment, and then said:

"Three thousand years, I can only seal for you for three thousand years, and then I can't do anything, plus the 500 years you fought for, a total of 3500 years, when the time comes, you will definitely die, so you have to find your own way, but in addition, you have to find a way to break free from this shackle, to be honest, I don't think you can do it, unless my body is dead, but, this universe, and that universe, there is no person or force that can kill my body. ”

"Therefore, do you want to think about it again, and find a way to complete the task, than to gamble on that chance of life in 3,500 years. ”

"Thanks, let's talk about the price, we know the outcome of this choice. ”

The monk replied immediately without even thinking about it.

"Really, it's too arbitrary!" there was a hint of curiosity in the hat-man's voice.

"Really, because we've been hit by the Mass Curse, we don't have to think about it, we can't complete this task. The monk stretched out his hand and grabbed a wisp of black smoke from the top of his head, this smoke kept struggling, pulling constantly, and it was messy, it was sorrowful!

"What kind of group curse is so powerful?" said the hatholder, pulling a puff of smoke curiously, but then he screamed in a terrible voice.

For that little speck of smoke was wrapped around him like a snake.

"Damn! Damn! How dare you little bald donkey plot against me?"

The hat-bearers shouted.

The monk sneered, "It's that you're too confident, now you should believe that we're not lying, don't talk nonsense, give us death, or we can kindly remind you how to lift this weird curse?" Well, this bit of smoke is something I've accumulated and condensed in the past three years, man, believe me, you'll know how disgusting this thing is." ”

When the monk said this, his face showed a palpitating expression.

"Okay, even if you are ruthless, I did this deal, and I don't want your favors, but you have to take over twelve tasks for me, yes, don't stare, there are twelve of you, that is, twelve tasks, after the task is completed, I promise that you will be alive and kicking within 3500 years. The hat man laughed.

"Amitabha, I said, you won't let us kill the three doppelgangers of the gods, will you?"

"Of course not, the task form is here, with your strength, it is guaranteed to be completed within a hundred years, and there is no great danger. ”

With a snap, the hat man took out a stack of special contracts, one for each of the monks and others.

It's just that after reading the contents of these contracts, the expressions on their faces suddenly became extremely incredible, because the name written under the entrusted contract was - Qin!

This word, in the Qin civilization, there is only one person who is qualified to use this name, and that is His Majesty the Emperor of the Qin Empire, the old monster who reigned for 350,000 years.

This is unimaginable, because if the truth is revealed to the world, it is estimated that the world will be in chaos.

(PS: Well, I've been busy buying New Year's goods and going home and various things in the past two days, so everyone has to take care of it!)