The Chosen One of the Old Cemetery

The wind blew very loudly, like a wild beast roaring, making the trees tremble. In the dark night, the moon cannot be seen, and there are occasional sounds of trees slapping in the lonely old cemetery, like the voices of the dead. A group of three people walked among them with indifferent expressions. They were not worried at all in the dark cemetery. Instead, they looked at it curiously. The leader is a sturdy middle-aged man with a calm expression given by time. He is wearing a pure black suit, with a white shirt exposed on his chest. A strange pendant hangs on his left chest, like...a scarlet eye. . "Captain~ Will the new Chosen One really appear in this old graveyard? It doesn't look like it no matter how you look at it?" The woman walking at the end frowned and complained. She glanced at the dilapidated cemetery with some dissatisfaction. She sniffed the tip of her delicate nose as if she smelled something disgusting, and waved her hand in dissatisfaction. The younger man in the middle pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and began to talk about the origin of this old cemetery. "This old cemetery was where several surrounding villages used to bury their dead. Because there were too many corpses, there were strange records a hundred years ago. Fortunately, it was demolished in the past few decades. Once the villagers left, there were fewer dead bodies to bury. These The year has actually stabilized." "No wonder it smells like decay." The woman took out a tissue from her pocket, tore it into two pieces and blocked her nostrils, expressing her attitude with actions.Stop talking. The mathematicians have repeatedly calculated and determined that the Chosen One is here. When we come, we must perform the task well and not distract our attention. "The burly man in the lead said dullly. The three of them stopped talking and walked slowly towards the old cemetery. The old cemetery was very large. The three of them walked slowly, and when they reached the middle, they saw a light. Not lights, not candlelight. It is a more blazing fire. The firelight danced in the dilapidated hut, bringing some warmth in this windy and snowy day. The wind blew the dilapidated house door creaking, and the swaying firelight illuminated the swaying figures in the house. despair. There was a sound of footsteps, and the broken door was suddenly pushed open. A young man with long hair and loose clothes stood at the door. His eyes were curiously looking at the three of them under the cover of his long hair. After a moment, he pointed to the back of the house and said calmly. "If you want to rob a tomb, go to the back. There are several new graves of old men a hundred meters away. Be careful to dig toward the back of the graves, so as not to dry out the old man's skull and bones with a hoe. The young man was indifferent and didn't look like an ordinary person. "You misunderstood, we are not tomb robbers, we are official personnel." The burly man in the lead explained.Hmm..." The young man didn't reply, but looked at the three of them with clear eyes. The burly man frowned and asked back: "Are you the only one in this old cemetery?" "There used to be an old beggar, but when the old beggar left, I was the only one left," the young man replied. "Huh?" Upon hearing this, the burly man frowned and looked at the young man carefully. The long and rough hair, the clothes that were too large to fit, the dilapidated hut, and the sparse firewood burning in the house all proved the humble status of the young man in front of him. They came to the old cemetery to look for the Chosen One, and there was only a young man in the old cemetery, so he should be the Chosen One. But there's something different about it. Since the third divine revelation, there have been more chosen ones chosen by the gods in the world, and the gods attach great importance to bloodline, because only with strong bloodline can one rise in this world full of strange things. Killing the monsters and merging the materials and organs of the monsters is the way for practitioners to ascend. Whether they are martial artists, landscapers, warlocks, weapon masters or sword cultivators from ancient times to the present, or psychics, fortune tellers, etc. who have emerged in modern times, they all follow this path of cultivation.