The smell of corpses permeated the air, and it was obvious that there were fresh bones hidden among them.

But the group of onlookers showed no fear, and even looked excited, with fanatical eyes flashing in their eyes.

"Chief, the Soul Weaver Grass will definitely fall into our hands once it appears every ten years! Why don't I go to the Soul Killing Swamp to seize the opportunity first? When the Dead Qi Bones are gathered in the Bone Building, we will join together to ensure that nothing goes wrong!"

Among them, a man with a scar suggested that he was confident.

"Kill everyone near the Soul Killing Marsh!"

The person who spoke with a low voice just now was none other than the patriarch of a group of people, the Hu family in Southern Xinjiang of Jin Dynasty, Hu Fei.

"As you command!"

The scarred man waved his hand and led more than ten people to leave the bone building and rush towards the north.

"Haha, the Dead Qi Bone and the Soul Weaving Grass are all mine!"

Hu Fei's eyes flickered and he stared at Gulou with great expectation.

After half a stick of incense, the black air in Gulou was strong, a strong wind blew, and the stench filled the sky.

Then, the corpses on the ground flowed backwards and returned to the bone building. At the same time, a black light shot straight into the sky from the top.

At the top of the bone building, there is a black bone fragment, exuding evil energy, floating and spinning in the air.

"It's done!"

Hu Fei said with great joy.

Whoosh!
Chapter completed!