The two old teachers were not the same as those I had seen before, and their faces were as dark as an old patient with a candle, yellow and black, and their eyes too turbid to see half spiritual.

I can see that they are not too old, at most 40 years old, but the old dragon clock really scared me.

When they saw me, they seemed to be confused and did not see my way.

But soon, the one with the glasses on the left seemed to think of me, or had seen me, or had seen the photo, and suddenly exclaimed: "Shen Shi'an?!"

Just as he was about to turn around and run out, I had run to him in two steps, clasping his neck tightly with my hand, and as for the other who did not recognize me, I was going to knock it with my knife.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I put my finger on my mouth and motioned for him to make him a little noise.

"If you bring someone over, I'll kill you, and I don't believe you'll try."

Because he could not breathe, his face gradually began to violate, almost twitching and nodding.

"What I ask, what you answer, I just want to ask you something, and when I'm done, I'll go."

As soon as I heard this, the man's eyes began to light up, as if to see the hope of life, and constantly nodded his head.

When I let go of my hand, he was directly paralyzed on the ground, his mouth gasped, his mouth could not close, and the mouth could not flow to the ground involuntarily, and it was not ordinary.

Seeing him this way, I also know that he should not be able to speak for a short time.

"It's okay, you slow down, I'll smoke a cigarette and wait for you."

As soon as the voice fell, I lit a cigarette and sat on a pile of waste wood next to it, waiting patiently.

After about half a minute, he wiped his mouth and looked at me carefully, and did not dare to get up.

“What is your purpose in coming here?”I asked bluntly, stretched out a lazy waist, and slowly stood up: "Do you want to kill people, or do you want to do things, or do you want to say... want to see us?" 」

Hearing my question, he did not hesitate, as if afraid that I thought he was lying, and hurriedly replied: "We have only received orders to get rid of some of the gentlemen, but these targets to be removed are absolutely not Shen family people!"

"It's not the Shen family, as long as it's a person in the line, on the three-point land of Chengdu, it's all up to us."I laughed, without exaggerating the meaning, truthfully said: "My grandfather still holds the Shen family, this is the way it is, now it is my turn to hold the Shen family, I naturally can not break the rules."

“You... but we don’t want to deal with you...we’re just following the will of the King of Ours...”

Without waiting for him to explain more, I looked at him with great interest and asked, “You are the most sensible of the old teachers I have ever seen, and you are not stupid to hang the black robe king on your lips, nor do you tell me about the true God... You are afraid, right?”

When he heard this, he could not help but stagger and nod his head unconsciously.

“What do you want to do, you know?”I asked.

“He...he...he just let us kill ... let’s do everything we can to make things bigger... draw everyone’s eyes...”

I said, “What did he do when he went to Kunlun?”

When I heard the three words "Kunlun Mountain", the expression of the old teacher was obviously stiff, and he did not answer my question immediately, and hesitated a little.

“What do you say is this?”I asked him, pointing to the knife in his hand.

“Knife...” he replied in a low voice.

I shook my head, raised my knife gently, and put it around the gentleman’s neck.

"It's not a knife, it's your life, but to be honest, I don't like killing."

I said, can not help frown, no matter who comes to see will feel that I am telling the truth, that kind of tone from the heart can not be pretended.

But without waiting for what he said, I jerked the knife and poked it down directly.

Only in an instant, the old teacher who was smitten by me was pierced by the heart, and the brakes were gone.

After all this, I sighed and put the knife on the ground, a face of helplessness.

In fact, I hate to work with people, whether it is to make people bleed, or to let themselves bleed, it does not feel very good.

Although it is not like a monk, sweeping the ground is afraid of hurting the life of the moth, cherishing the moth yarn lamp... But it seems that there is no deep hatred, just the enemy with different positions, I was poked and killed by a knife, and I did these things, and I still feel very uncomfortable.

“Do not stand . . .

I sighed, and the expression became more and more helpless.

“You can understand me, right?”

“I can... understand...”

Seeing that my face helpless poking the man, the old teacher was also scared and half dead, and the voice of the speech was unfavorable.

"What did you do when you went to Kunlun Mountain, you should know."I smiled, "Give me an answer, I'm satisfied, I'm satisfied, I'll go back to sleep with him."

I said that he was the dead man lying on the ground, and I believe that this gentleman should understand.

“He wanted to call the King of the Blackrobe...There was a door on the Kunlun Mountains... He said that if we did what he told him... even if we were dead... just as we could be reborn under the afterglow of the King of Black robes...”

I was not surprised to get this exact answer that I had long thought of, but I felt that it was really troublesome, and that our struggle with the old religion came to the most critical moment.

The reason why the old school has been so big recently is that the teacher wants to disturb the situation and bring the whole person in the line into this muddy water.

The more turbid the water, the easier it would be for him to hide it to accomplish the great work he had always wanted to accomplish.

Let the King of Black robes come to the Hereafter.

“Is there a door in the mountains?”I stared intently at the old gentleman, hoping to see the answer in his eyes: "What door?"

“The Star Gate.”The gentleman said in a low voice, that the cautious look did not seem to be lying to me, I could feel that he was really afraid, and that he was sensibleer than the gentleman I had ever met before.

According to him, on the Kunlun mountain, there is a gate to the deep star sea, called the gate of the stars.

As long as the stars are back in place, supplemented by some special means, this star gate will be opened, and the kings of the old days who have been expelled will also come from the star gate across deep space.

“I know a lot about the Kunlun Mountains, but I haven’t heard of this star door...” I frowned and carefully recalled the legends of the Kunlun Mountains that I knew.

Can the kings of the old days, who are almost standing on the earth, come through... so how big is that door?

Such a huge prehistoric relic... how can it not be known to outsiders...

"I haven't heard of it either."The gentleman muttered a word, and said, “The Master said, ‘The door is hidden in nothingness, and only the real can see where the door is.’

“Only the real ones?”Suddenly, I thought of a possibility.

I do not dare to assert what the world sees as a false, what the real world is, for I am not sure that the world I see is the most real.

Perhaps the door for us, like ghosts for ordinary people, can not be sure whether they really exist, can not be seen with the naked eye, but if we get some help, the naked eye becomes visible ghosts, then you can see the deeper side of the world.

If it had been, I’m not sure I could have seen the star door, but now...

“The location.”

I stared at him motionlessly and asked, “Where is the exact location of that star door?”

"I really don't know this . . ." when he said this, he was crying out in a hurry, as if I was afraid that I would misunderstand him, and in a hurry, he explained a few words: "The Master did not tell us so much!He was the only one in his plan to do it!Everyone else is a victim!”

“The victims?”

When I heard this, I couldn’t help but laugh, and there was some change in the look in this gentleman’s eyes.

"You seem to see all these things very well."

“It’s okay...” he laughed awkwardly.

I thought about it, looked at him and asked, “Are you sick or what?”How do I feel that you are different from the gentleman I have seen before... the breath is too weak!"

He smiled and shook his head.

"I'm not saying, we're just victims, sacrificial supplies."