Chapter 115 Armored General

After advancing fifteen meters, I encountered the second corpse. This man's long sword was unsheathed, his facial features were violently distorted due to fear, and the left side of his body was cut off at shoulder level. He was also a Qingfeng disciple.

Everyone's expressions began to become solemn, and an indescribable and unknown strangeness filled their hearts.

Cross the corpse and continue forward. After another fifteen meters, you will meet the third corpse.

This corpse showed signs of fighting. The long knife was split in half. The handle of the knife was held in the hand, and the other part was inserted into the soil not far away. The fatal injury was that the neck was cut in half.

Several people looked at this corpse in silence for a long time, and cold air came from the soles of their feet. The corpse was just an ordinary corpse, but there were many clues that could be seen from it.

Observe carefully, from the first to the third body, the injuries are getting more and more serious, and the degree of fighting is getting deeper and deeper. The most direct thing is that each time they are exactly fifteen meters apart.

"Are they playing tricks on the Aomine faction?"

Mo Yu hesitated for a long time, not sure he could conclude this reason.

"Um,"

Wang Gengcheng stroked his beard and nodded, frowning and staring at the white fog around him: "The worst result has occurred. The strength of this group of people far exceeds that of the Qingfeng sect. We can't continue to delay it. Let's go this way. Although it's a long way around, it's relatively okay."

Safety."

As a leader in the world, Kongtong should have some understanding of the Northern Mist Forest, so Mo Yu had no doubts, and Wang Gengcheng led the team to change direction.

It was very cold in the middle of the night, the moonlight on the newly chosen road was dim, and the black paint was thicker than the white fog. Everyone had to slow down again and move forward cautiously.

After walking fifteen meters, Wang Gengcheng froze.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Zhao Gengping asked later.

Mo Yu's eyes flashed with something in mind. He walked forward and looked at the ground. Sure enough, it was another corpse!

The corpse was even more miserable than the previous ones, it was beyond recognition, with arms and legs missing, but it still looked like a familiar face, it was another guard guarding Linglong.

Li Gengyu and Mo Qi also came forward and saw the corpse. Several of them fell into silence. The series of strange statues made them feel horrified.

Unknown things are scary, and the fear will be magnified several times late at night.

Fifteen meters seemed to be a kind of death distance, and Mo Yu began to suspect that no matter which direction they walked, they would encounter this phenomenon.

They had previously thought that the other party was playing tricks on the Qingfeng Sect, but now they realized with hindsight that they had already fallen into the other party's control. Perhaps they had been targeted from the moment they escaped, or perhaps from the time they entered the Northern Mist Forest...

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"Jiejie~", "Jiejie"~

Suddenly, several sinister laughter came from all around. Mo Yu and others were shocked when they heard this, and formed a circle back to back, each drawing their weapons.

The laughter was weird and long, echoes echoed from all directions, and white mist began to roll in.

"Why is Xiao Fangxiao pretending to be a ghost here? Get out of here!"

Wang Gengcheng looked around angrily, waving his sleeves and blowing out a strong wind to blow away the white mist in front of him, but after a while, the white mist filled in again.

Li Gengyu and Zhao Gengping protected Mo Yu and Mo Qi on the left and right, their chests rising and falling rapidly, their fists roaring with internal force, ready for a thunderous strike at any time.

No one answered Wang Gengcheng's words. The laughter got closer and closer, the white fog became thicker and thicker, the temperature dropped sharply, and suddenly, a strong wind blew.

"Hu~", "Hu~"

The wind was so fierce that Mo Yu and the others began to sway uncontrollably. Li Gengyu and the others were in better condition, motionless as a mountain.

The next moment, white mist suddenly exploded. Mo Yu felt that his eyes were completely white, his ears were ringing and he could not hear the sound, and his chest was torn by the wind and floated off the ground.

Staring in shock, he crossed his arms in front of his face, struggling to resist the wind.

The robe was clinging tightly and flowing backwards, and the body was as light and fluttering as a lonely boat drifting in the wind. I don't know how long it has passed, and I don't know where it is floating to, so thinking seems laborious.

After about one stick of incense, the soles of my feet finally felt solid and hard, and I finally landed!

As soon as he landed on the ground, Mo Yu's first reaction was to cry out, then he leaned on his sword and bent his knees, silently using his skills to eliminate the stiffness and discomfort in his body.

After seven or eight breaths, he returned to normal. Mo Yu stood up and looked around.

Mo Qi and the others have disappeared. The place is still in the white mist. There is enough moonlight above the head, so the visibility in the mist is acceptable and no enemies appear.

Before leaving in a hurry, Mo Yu didn't believe that this was not man-made. Since the other party brought him here, he would definitely show up for a moment, and he was waiting quietly.

Time passed bit by bit, and Mo Yu stayed in place motionless.

He knows very well that this is a hunt, and hunters will always try to weaken the prey's energy before attacking. Once the psychology is broken, the fangs will be exposed.

After a stalemate for about a moment, Mo Yu's hands were almost numb and he had to shake his shoulders and move around.

Just as he raised his hand, a roar suddenly came from behind, very quickly.

Mo Yu narrowed his eyes slightly. He had been waiting for this moment. He turned around in a half-arc with his feet, Youqi raised his head sharply, and a broken sword was suddenly thrown into the air, spinning and falling back.

Looking at the bloody broken sword, Mo Yu recognized it at a glance as belonging to a Qingfeng disciple. He raised his head and looked forward, only to see a figure staggering towards him.

This man's hair was disheveled, his body was stained with blood, his clothes were in tatters, his pale skin was exposed, his eyes were lifeless, he was staggering, and he was holding half a sword blade in his right hand.

"Ghost... ghost... go away..."

As the distance got closer, Mo Yu could clearly hear the man murmuring incomprehensible words, and the scene of his father-in-law instantly appeared in his mind. The two men were in exactly the same state and said the same words.

This Qingfeng Sect disciple is crazy!

The madman is irrational. Mo Yu stepped aside and moved five meters away. The madman walked straight past him without attacking. He swayed and drooled sluggishly.

Mo Yu followed this person with his eyes until he disappeared into the white mist.

"well,"

With a sigh, Mo Yu felt very melancholy. Regardless of his position, this person was also a son of a human being. Even if he was so crazy, he would still be unable to escape the fate of death.

Wang's father was an exception. He had to be secretly rescued by someone to get back alive from the Northern Mist Forest. Unlike them, they could only fight their way out on their own.

"I hope Mo Qi and the others are safe."

Worried, Mo Yu started to walk forward. There was no direction here. He could only avoid the same road as the madman and wander aimlessly.

After walking for a short time, he started to stop and rest. Feeling sleepy, hungry and cold, this was an unreasonable disaster. Mo Yu began to complain about the culprit - Linglong.

The real owner had good food, drink, and sleep. They were running around and working hard. It was good now that they were rescued, but they were left behind and ran away. They had to live alone and face a life-or-death crisis.

After resting enough, he continued to get up and move forward. Just because the enemy didn't show up didn't mean that he didn't exist. He believed that there was a pair of eyes in the secret watching him all the time. If a cat played with a mouse, it would deal a fatal blow if it got tired of it.

The more he walked, the more exhausted his body became. Mo Yu suddenly didn't want to leave. Maybe the other party wanted him to consume himself like this, and then kill him at will when he was exhausted.

"I'm not leaving."

Mo Yu sat on the floor, crossed his legs and began to meditate. Being quiet can not only save energy, but also restore energy.

The white mist drifted slowly, and the gloomy wind blew slowly through the body. At the fourth watch, a sonorous sound came from the mist.

Hearing the sound, Mo Yu opened his eyes and stood up indifferently. After a period of rest, his restlessness and impatience had been driven away. Once he came, he was at ease.

The clanging sound was getting closer and closer, and it sounded like some kind of armor stepping on the ground.

Not long after, a figure squeezed out of the white mist and stood far away opposite Mo Yu.

Wearing a worn-out armor, with a hijab covering his face, and a red-tasseled spear slanted across his body, blood dripped from the tip of the spear. This man had just killed someone!

"Who are you?" Mo Yu slowly sobbed.

The man in armor remained motionless and did not respond. He raised his gun head and pointed it at Mo Yu.

Seeing this, Mo Yu raised his brows, said no more, and immediately tiptoed toward the opponent, sobbing fiercely and with fierce murderous intent.

A smart person never drags his feet, and the person who comes is unkind and unwilling to communicate more, so there is only a life and death fight. He does not believe that the other party will be a soft-hearted person, as the bright red gun head proves.

Very quickly, Youqi slashed at the opponent's neck, and at the same time, he threw out several wooden darts from his arms.

These wooden darts were begged by Tong Mo before entering the Beiwu Forest. The tips of the darts are very sharp and are very useful in close combat.

Facing Mo Yu's fierce attack, the man in armor raised his spear to the side to block Youqiu. He turned sideways, and the wooden darts hit his body armor with a ding-ding-dong-dong sound, but no one was injured.

It was no surprise. Although the armor was old, it was still made of iron. Mo Yu didn't expect the wooden darts to have any miraculous effects, he was just testing the opponent's reaction.

The result is very strange. This person's reaction is considered to be quick, but why his movements and movements do not reveal his cultivation strength, and why he cannot tell what level of heaven he is.

The spear should not be close to the body, so Mo Yu used the power of overlapping waves to cut off the softness. Youqiu and the spear met each other ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong.)

When the man in armor pulled back the head of the gun and raised the tail, Mo Yu leaned back and jumped out of the attack range. He dragged the bottom of the sword box with his left hand. The sword box should have escaped vertically and crashed towards the opponent's chest.

The man in armor thrust his spear vertically into the ground and kept retreating against the sword box, while the white mist dispersed.

Seeing this scene, Mo Yu sent a dark force to the sword box with his left palm, raised his right hand sideways, circled around to bully him, and flicked the black light from the opponent's right wrist.

Without groaning, the man in armor staggered backwards, his right palm was cut off from his wrist and fell to the ground.

"No blood?!"

Mo Yu looked at the broken palm in shock. No blood flowed out. Why?

He raised his head and looked at the right arm of the man in armor. The wrist was dry and there was no blood dripping either!

This is the first time I have seen such a strange thing. I have never heard of it, seen it before, and have never recorded it in the books I have read. Is it true that there are ghosts and gods, and they are the legendary zombies?

Shaking his head, Mo Yu forcibly suppressed this ridiculous idea. Ghosts and gods are the sayings of powerful people who fool the world to strengthen their rule and make the people feel awe.

"I want to see if you are a god or a ghost!"

Mo Yu's cold eyes narrowed, and he kicked the sword box high into the air, then moved with his body and took it straight to the heart of the man in armor. With such a vital part injured, he didn't believe that the other man was still alive.

The man in armor lost his right hand and held a spear in his left hand. He ran with a clang and fired five or six spears in one second. The sharpness of the spear and the Qi of Youwei's sword intertwined, leaving scattered sword marks and gun marks on the ground.
Chapter completed!