After the truth came out, they begged me not to die.

Chen Zun didn't know what was going on at high altitudes. He only knew that the only way to survive was to climb forward.

Wherever he passed, the monks did not stop him and moved out of the way, but the ridicule and unpleasant words never stopped.

Until he entered the town, the monks did not follow him.

Chen Zun breathed a sigh of relief, but when he stood up tremblingly, he realized that the streets on both sides were filled with mortals.

The eyes of these mortals looking at him were filled with all kinds of abnormal emotions.

Panic, nervousness, hatred, anxiety, and mostly fear...

They were holding various things in their hands, looking like they were facing an enemy.

When Chen Zunzheng was confused, something hit him head on.

Snapped!

The thing hit him squarely in the face, and a stench filled his nostrils, making him sick to his stomach.

Chen Zun touched the eggshells on his face and the sticky black egg liquid, and heard the mortals screaming loudly.

"Devil, you are not welcome, get out of our town!"

"Get out of here!"

"We won't be polite if you don't leave!"

What followed was an overwhelming amount of rotten leaves and rotten eggs, and some people even threw excrement among them.

At this moment, Chen Zun finally knew why those monks didn't follow.

It turned out that they had already prepared a follow-up plan.

It is estimated that in invisible places, there are countless pairs of eyes watching all this coldly.

He didn't speak, remained silent, raised his hands to cover his eyes, let the stinking thing hit him, and walked hard into the town.

It is destined that no one here will give him a bite to eat, so he can only leave through this way.

When the mortals saw that he didn't say a word or resist, they suddenly felt a little more courageous.

There were a few men holding sticks who bravely took a few steps forward and were about to smash them down with their sticks.

Chen Zun just turned his head and glanced at them. Those people saw something in his calm eyes, and their whole bodies trembled as if struck by lightning.

It was a kind of pity, but also a kind of dead look in the eyes, which made them feel inexplicably throbbing in their hearts, their hands began to shake, and the sticks they raised high could not fall down.

Then, Chen Zun walked away, and they all still maintained the action. They didn't react until Chen Zun was no longer visible.

One person said to the other person: "You raised the stick just now, why can't you hit it? What are you afraid of?"

The man was startled and said angrily: "You didn't even do anything!"

The person who spoke first did not reply. He thought for a while, hesitated, and said: "I saw sadness in his eyes, as if he pitied us. If this stick is beaten, I may regret it for the rest of my life, so... I I can’t do it.”

"Hey, me too!"

the man exclaimed.

"Me too, it's so evil!"

Others reported feeling similar.

Several people were a little shocked and looked at each other.

"The devil is an ominous person, just drive him away."

They couldn't explain why they felt this way. They could only attribute it to Chen Zun being a demon and an ominous source of trouble.

……

Chen Zun didn't know how he got out of that small town.

He didn't know if anyone was following him, but he only had a stench all over his body.

It's getting dark.

The front is dark again that cannot be seen.

He was so hungry that he could barely walk, and hunger and thirst had consumed him.

Chen Zun was walking forward numbly, when suddenly his eyes darkened and he fell down on the roadside.

The pain from body and soul finally overwhelmed him, and he couldn't hold on anymore.

Everyone outside the mirror exclaimed in unison, and the five women hurried forward to help him up.

But this is just Chen Zun's memory, a phantom, and they can't do anything.

He was like a wild dog, more like a weed. He fell down beside this mountain path. No one cared, no one dared to care.

Even the people who followed him secretly only watched indifferently.

When he woke up again, it was already dawn.

The morning wind blew a little cold on his face.

Chen Zun struggled to get up and sat there for a while. After a night's rest, his physical strength had recovered a lot.

But after all, it was still difficult to resist the burning hunger and thirst in his stomach, which prompted him to pick up his energy and walk forward.

He didn't dare to stop.

Continuing to walk along the mountain path, after walking for about half an hour, I finally saw a thatched house not far away, and a wisp of smoke was rising.

Chen Zun's face became a little more colorful, and he didn't know where the strength came from, and his pace actually accelerated.

He had just walked not far from the cabin when a thin black dog tied to the door started barking.

This immediately alarmed the owner of the house.

A short man came out with a knife in his hand, went up and kicked the thin dog, and cursed: "What the hell are you calling so early in the morning?"

The dog was kicked and whined, but it still barked at Chen Zun.

The short man also noticed Chen Zun, his face became wary, and he yelled loudly: "Who are you, get out of here!"

Chen Zun didn't care anymore. He took a few steps forward. Before he could say anything, the short man immediately covered his nose and pointed a knife at Chen Zun.

"It stinks! Stay away from me!"

Chen Zun was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that his body was full of stench. After a night of fermentation, it became even more stinky and disgusting.

He paused and tried to force a smile on his face. Regardless of how embarrassed he was and how scary his smile was, he squirmed his throat and said: "This... big brother... I passed by here asking for a bowl of water... drink……"

Before he could speak, he was startled by his own voice.

The lack of water or rice for many days made his throat extremely dry and his voice hoarse and hoarse, worse than a broken gong.

"Where is this stinky beggar? No, get out of here!"

The short man waved his hands repeatedly, driving Chen Zun away with great disgust.

Chen Zun wanted to say something else, but the short man didn't give him a chance. He waved the knife in his hand, glared at Chen Zun viciously, and cursed: "If you don't leave, I will chop you to death!"

Chen Zun stopped talking, sighed inwardly, turned around and walked away slowly.

He did not go far, but sat down against a tree not far from the hut, closed his eyes and rested.

Because he couldn't walk anymore.

When the short man saw this, he didn't come out to chase her away, but he walked back into the hut while cursing.

The thin, black vicious dog barked at Chen Zun for a while, then stopped barking again.

Not long after, the smell of rice came from the hut.

The man walked out of the hut again, holding a clay bowl in his hand, came to the vicious dog, and poured the contents of the bowl into the dog's basin.

The black dog ate voraciously.

The short man looked at Chen Zun warily and spoke loudly and sinisterly.

"You bitch, eat it quickly so you don't get snatched away."

The black dog seemed to understand his master's words and quickly destroyed the contents of the basin.

But Chen Zun didn't seem to hear him and remained motionless. He didn't know whether he fell asleep or passed out.

The man stared at Chen Zun for a while. When he saw that he was not moving and that half of the food in the dog bowl had been eaten, he felt relieved and returned to the house.

But as soon as he reached the house, there was a rapid barking of dogs outside.