The Niuke is a warning to the nightmare of the demon, and the bronze is the command number of the castle master. The two numbers are heard at the same time, and the situation is critical.

Zhongyao no longer pretended to be lazy, ran wildly, and ran towards the other side of the ridge.

My dad went up the mountain to inspect the day before yesterday, and today is the time to return. Seeing that there were no strange scenes on the mountain, it was because there was something wrong with him.

If you are caught in the nightmare, the only person you can count on is Mr. Gao.

Mr. Gao, no one remembers his name. He was originally a traveler doctor. The old fortress owner, who was settled here when he was Grandpa Zhongyao. Because he did not like noise, he built a house on the other side of the ridge and was considered a guest minister of the Zhong family.

Mr. Gao is also a monk, specializing in herbal acupuncture, has low cultivation and high medical skills. He has been in Zhongjiabao for almost thirty years, living countless people, and is deeply trusted by the Zhongjia family.

Zhongyao often goes to find Mr. Gao, obsessed with listening to travel stories, learning to read books, recognize words, identify grass and medicine, which is equivalent to half an apprentice. In the eyes of those who practice is the right path, this is naturally a person who is greedy and does not seek to make progress.

Shortly after Zhongyao crossed the ridge, a sharp figure came quickly.

The simple green long gown, carrying a bamboo basket, sparse hair and thin face, was Mr. Gao.

"gentlemen!"

Zhong Yao asked in surprise: "Did you know in advance that something was going to happen to my father?"

Mr. Gao lived a few miles away, and when the trumpet sounded, he arrived here. It was really strange.

Seeing that the old man was holding a bamboo pole in his hand... No, the fishing pole was even more surprised.

Is the old man fishing?

There are no rivers or pools nearby?

Noting Zhongyao's expression, Mr. Gao seemed to realize that he was holding the fishing rod.

He coughed and explained, "I have nothing to do, so I can just break the branches and make fishing rods here, and I just heard the sound of the horn."

He urged again: "Go!"

Zhong Yao threw away his imagination like Jiang Taigong and followed Mr. Gao straight to Shibao.

The stone fort was built across the mountains, with a radius of dozens of acres, with exterior walls, main building, sentry and bell towers, all of which were made of solid mountains and rocks, almost like military blocks.

However, at this time, the stone walls were damaged everywhere, with vines covered, and the high whistle and bell tower were already dangerous and had been sealed for a long time. Just like the portrayal of the Zhong family's thousand-year-old life, from ragged roads to strong momentum, and finally the decay was revealed.

The center of the stone castle is a Hunyuan Stone Tower with a circumference of dozens of meter, a height of five and six meter, and a narrow window only opens above three floors. It is the main building where the Zhong family lived together.

The entrance of the main building was blocked by countless men and women, all of whom were farmers, craftsmen, servants who depended on the Zhong family, and were counted as the people of the Zhong family's fortress.

Everyone's face was like a prince. When they saw the two of them, they kept giving way. "Shao Fortress Master" and "Mr. Gao" shouted, and they were much more stable.

Walk through the stone wall passage several meters long and enter the circular patio.

A middle-aged man was lying on the stretcher in the middle of the courtyard. He was a burly man with a halberd and a thick and powerful man. His eyes were closed and his face turned black.

This is Zhong Yao's father, the lord of the castle Zhong Zhizheng.

Zhong Zhizheng was tied up by four wooden sticks and layers of ropes into tic toe. The four strong guards pressed the wooden sticks, as nervous as if they were guarding against monsters.

The other two were clan guards who were on patrol with Zhong Zhizheng, and were telling Elder Zhong.

"Xiao Yi suddenly had an attack early in the morning and bit Dazhuang's neck."

"The Fort Lord shakes Xiao Yi, but Da Zhuang bites the shoulder of the Fort Lord."

"The castle master had nothing to do at first, so he tied Xiao Yi and Da Zhuang to the tree and said he would ask someone to cook."

"After walking only half a mile, the Fortress Lord fell down."

There were dozens of people surrounding the courtyard, and they were sucking in the cold air, saying that the nightmare was so fierce.

As soon as Zhong Yao and Mr. Gao arrived, people looked at each other.

The rope shattered, the wooden stick broke, and Zhong Zhizheng suddenly stood up like a zombie. The muscles under his clothes were bulging, and he wore them out with sharp thorns, and a black light like scales appeared on his face.

His eyes were red, his mouth was crooked, and his mouth was covered with black saliva, and he growled low.

He stomped a circle of floor tiles under his feet, and Zhong Zhizheng rushed towards Mr. Gao and Zhong Yao.

Everyone exclaimed in dismay, most of them retreated, and some people stepped forward.

A light white energy swept out and hit Zhong Zhizheng's shoulder, causing him to fly out sideways.

The phantom flashed, the sword sounded, and the sword was on Zhong Zhizheng's body and slapped it continuously.

Before Zhong Zhizheng fell to the ground, he flew back to the stretcher, his limbs were soft and he could no longer move.

The shadow is solid, it is Elder Zhong.

Everyone was still shocked and sighed. This was the scene of being hit by the nightmare, also known as the nightmare change.

Zhongyao was not scared, and the scene he had seen seven years ago was even more terrifying.

"Yao...Yaoer..."

The abnormality on Zhong Zhizheng's body disappeared and he also recovered some of his mind.

Zhong Yao was about to step forward, but Mr. Gao said, "The nightmare energy has not dissipated and cannot get close."

He had to retreat, his elbow was suddenly held by a tender horn, and he turned his head to face a pair of phoenix eyes.

Ji Xiaozhu looked at him with concern, and his eyes were filled with warm comfort.

Mr. Gao took off his backpack and went up to check it out. Then the clan guard said: "You are all monks, and even if you are eroded by the nightmare energy, you will not be able to change in a flash."

"The Master of Zhongbao is a Qi Refining Master. He is strong and full of blood and energy. Some nightmare energy will not penetrate the heart and lungs and reach the soul directly. There must be something else."

"By the way, have you eaten wild animals and drank stagnant water?"

The two tribe guards looked pale and stuttered.

"Yesterday, I caught a flower noodle croaker last night and baked it and ate it."

"I caught it outside the mountain temple, probably, it should be fine."

Everyone was upset, and the flower-faced crocodile was obviously in trouble.

Elder Zhong shouted, "If there is a problem with Li, why are you okay?"

Clan Weijia said: "I have some diarrhea and didn't eat it."

Clan Wei Yi said: "I can't bear to eat cats at home."

The murderer found it, and the flower-faced croaker must have been eroded by the nightmare aura. It was just very weak and it took off after a night of attack.

Elder Zhong shook his head: "The mountain god temple is about ten miles away, how can there be a nightmare?"

Mr. Gao sighed: "The nightmare is not a dead thing, maybe it has moved again."

Now Elder Lian Zhong's face turned pale, and there was even silence around him.

A crisp sound rang out, and Ji Xiaozhu asked, "Mr. Gao, is there any help?"

People looked at each other, and everyone was concerned about this issue, but who would ask so bluntly? It was really rude.

Zhong Yao smiled bitterly. This girl was so straightforward.

Mr. Gao's wrist trembled and inserted several silver needles on Zhong Zhizheng's body.

After inserting the needle, he said, "You can still hold it for a while."

The patio was silent again, and the sound of the whistling cool breeze was clearly heard.

"Yao...Yaoer..."

After inserting the silver needle for a moment, Zhongzhi was just right and he was chanting softly.

Mr. Gao nodded and said, "Nothing is going to happen at this time."

Zhongyao knelt down in front of the stretcher, and the smell of rotten smell came into his nose, which was the familiar nightmare.

He ate countless soils, and each piece of soil contains nightmares, but it is extremely rare and does not harm it.

"Father……"

He whispered, "I'm here."

"Yaoer..."

Zhong Zhizheng said with difficulty: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry, and I'm sorry...your mother..."

Zhongyao was silent. When others looked at him, they thought he was still angry.

Everyone knows that the lord of the castle and the young castle master are incompatible with the father and son.

Zhong Zhizheng has always been indifferent to Zhong Yao and has no concern for Zhong Yao's mother. When others talk about it, he scolded him impatiently, so that no one dared to mention it in the castle, as if this person did not exist.

What's even more excessive is that Zhong Yao's mother died early, but Zhong Zhizheng refused to put the tablet in the ancestral hall. This is not because Zhong Yao is angry.

However, only a few of Zhongyao were substituted for the original owner, and most of the anger at his father's despise of his mother was angry that his father blocked his path to cultivation.

If my mother's tablet was entered into the temple, Zhongyao would have already eaten the temple soil.

"Your mother..."

What else Zhong Zhizheng wanted to say, his pupils suddenly scattered, and his throat made a sound again.

Mr. Gao pulled Zhongyao away and used needles to calm Zhong Zhizheng down.
To be continued...