Although these people looked like brothers from the same sect, they did not have much sincerity with each other. Although she had not yet come into contact with the hidden Sejong Sect, she could faintly know why the hidden Sejong Sect was seen by looking at these people. People will use people to achieve their goals.

Come to think of it, this should be a sect that uses all means to achieve its goals, and the struggle within the sect should be very fierce. You can see that it is natural to see how these people get along.

These people did not look for game to eat, but slept against the fire after taking bigu pills. However, as the night darkened, when the monks were asleep, the man named Ruan was standing there. Up.

When he moved, the older monk opened his eyes vigilantly. After seeing him, he asked, "Junior Brother Ruan, what are you going to do so late?"

The man glanced at him, lowered his voice slightly as if he was afraid of waking up other people, and apologized: "I'm sorry Brother Lin, I want to relieve him, but I didn't expect to wake you up."

Hearing this, the older man said: "Go!" He said, he closed his eyes and continued to rest.

The man responded, and after looking at him, he walked not far away.

Feng Jiu, who was in the dark, listened to the other person to relieve her. He didn't intend to follow him. However, when the person turned around, his eyes passed the other monk, and a shadow of gloom passed through his eyes, which made her pick it. He raised his eyebrows and quietly followed.

Following this journey, this person has always felt timid and cowardly. Among those monks, he was the weakest. It was normal to be bullied and suppressed, but what surprised her was this. People who seem to be cowardly and cowardly can have such a vicious look.

When she quietly followed behind, she saw that the man took out a piccolo and played it by his mouth. His fingers moved slightly, his mouth was moving, and his breath was moving, but there was no sound from the flute. Outgoing.

Just when she was slightly surprised, she heard something running across the grass. A small snake that was alternately black and yellow only as big as a chopstick sprang out of the weeds, entangled in a dead branch on the ground and watched it blow. Man with flute.

After a while, the man stretched out his hand to support the little snake, showing a weird smile, he put away his flute and walked back, returning to the older man to rest with his eyes closed.

At night, there was a lot of silence, occasionally only the crackling sound of the burning branches and the rustling sound of the leaves when the night wind passed. After midnight, it seemed more peaceful, and several people slept deeply.

Feng Jiu kept watching in the dark until he saw the little snake with the big chopsticks creeping forward and came to the monk who had been calling the man surnamed Ruan. Suddenly, the little snake sprang up. , The opened Shekou bit the man's fearful neck fiercely.

"Hi! Ah..."

The man was awakened from his sleep and let out a screaming scream. He instinctively grabbed the slippery poisonous snake with one hand, but the snake's open mouth was huge and tight. He bit his neck and held it still, but he couldn't pull it apart no matter what.

"Ah... Brother Lin, save me... save me..."

He asked for help in horror, still holding the snake with one hand, but after the snake bit a blood vessel in his neck, blood spurted out suddenly, and the little snake actually followed the bite away. The mouth rushed in, and squeezed into the person's neck...