Since the haze at the mass graves will gradually recede only at noon, people usually come to pay their respects at this time.

And they didn't join the people who threw away Ye Lingfeng before. Looking for a corpse in this dark haze was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

At this moment, one of them suggested: "Everyone, let's do this. How about we exit first and let one person go back to find Hei Liu and Wang Laowu. They threw that person away. They must know that he was thrown in

Where are you, what do you think?"

The speaker's name is Zhou Changhong. He is not the oldest among the people, and his cultivation level is average, but he has a smarter head than ordinary people.

At this time, he suddenly spoke in this terrifying and gloomy mass grave, which startled everyone.

Although they know that there are ghosts in the world and they are also cultivators, human beings are afraid of ghosts, especially in places like this. This concept is innate. Not every monk is a pervert.

Go to the ghost path and be with ghosts all day long.

Now after hearing what Zhou Changhong said, everyone nodded and immediately retreated outside the mass grave, sending two people to look for Hei Liu and Wang Laowu.

If Hei Liu and Wang Lao Wu come, they can quickly complete their mission and go back to sleep. After all, no one wants to stay in this ghost place.

Several people chatted intermittently, and while waiting, they saw Hei Liu and Wang Lao Wu coming back, so everyone decided to go back together.

As soon as he got up, he saw two figures running towards this side quickly. Soon, the two figures were ten feet away from the crowd. After a closer look, they were the two people who were going back to look for Hei Liu and Wang Lao Wu.

Seeing the two people in a panic, Zhou Changhong suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, and immediately asked: "What's going on? Where are Hei Liu and Wang Lao Wu?"

One of them looked panicked and said: "The two of them didn't go back at all. Are they still here..."

"Shut up." Zhou Changhong interrupted him immediately. If he was allowed to finish his words, everyone might not be able to stay any longer.

"What should we do? Should we continue searching?"

The person who was interrupted by Zhou Changhong asked, this sentence is no different from what everyone is thinking, in everyone's heart, Zhou Changhong has already been regarded as the backbone.

Zhou Changhong sighed and said: "If we can't find Feng Yuan, with the character of the city lord, we will definitely die after we go back. If we go in and look for it, there may be a glimmer of hope."

"In my opinion, let's escape. There is too little chance of survival."

"No, if we escape, what will happen to our relatives?"

After some discussion, everyone finally followed Zhou Changhong's arrangement and entered the mass grave again.

Zhou Changhong suddenly pulled out his sword, and a bright light suddenly appeared in the dark mass grave, which was very dazzling.

Everyone was startled, and saw a corpse appearing in horror where the sword shone, with a pair of wide-open eyes staring at everyone.

A timid guard suddenly called out: "He, he is Hei Liu..."

After hearing this, everyone took a closer look, and sure enough, it was Hei Liu lying on the ground.

Hei Liu is dead? How could Hei Liu die, and his throat was pierced by sharp claws? Judging from his appearance, he must have experienced something terrible before his death.

His face was pale and his body was withered. He had obviously been sucked to death.

It seems that the mass graves are haunted and there are indeed vampires.

"Don't worry, everyone, nothing will happen to us," Zhou Changhong waved his long sword with sword energy and took the lead to walk towards the depths of the mass grave.

Everyone hesitated for a while, but finally followed him. Soon, they encountered Wang Laowu's body again. His death appearance was the same as that of Hei Liu.

At this time, someone pointed forward tremblingly and said: "Yes, there is a ghost..."

After the man finished speaking, he stumbled away and ran away, but before he could run very far, he heard a sharp and ear-piercing sound, and the man's body suddenly fell.

Zhou Changhong and others rushed over and saw that he was bleeding from all his orifices and his face was ferocious. Everyone gasped.

It had only been a short time since we entered the mass grave, and already two people were dead. Gradually, some people retreated and wanted to leave.

Zhou Changhong sighed, he didn't want to leave, but it was a pity that he was the only one, and he was simply powerless.

Immediately, everyone decided to leave.

"Jie Jie, Jie Jie..." Just when everyone decided to leave, the voice that appeared before appeared again. Everyone felt a chill on their backs and looked back hurriedly.

A black shadow flew past, and the next second someone screamed and fell to the ground.

Everyone did not dare to stay here any longer and fled down the mountain one after another. Zhou Changhong said: "Don't panic, everyone, calm down and get together quickly..."

Ahhhh...

At this time, everyone couldn't listen to Zhou Changhong's words at all, but screams came one after another. Zhou Changhong's heart was bleeding. These people all came with him. How long had it been before they were already dead?

.

Jie Jie......

Another weird smile came, and Zhou Changhong held his breath and concentrated. He wanted to see what kind of monster this was, and it actually killed eleven of his brothers one after another.

"Where's the ghost? Why don't you show up soon?" Zhou Changhong roared to encourage himself, and immediately took out a yellow talisman from his arms and threw it into the air.

"Now..." a voice fell, and he saw his hands making a hand gesture passing by in front of his eyes, and the golden light flickered in his eyes.

Surrounding him, there were more than a dozen black figures looking at him and laughing, each of them holding a bloody red heart and tasting it.

Zhou Changhong was so shocked that he couldn't help but vomited. Although he was a cultivator, he had never seen such a bloody scene.

At this moment, the black shadows suddenly united and rushed towards Zhou Changhong. Although Zhou Changhong felt his internal organs rolling, he also observed the movements around him and saw the black shadows rushing towards him. He immediately raised his sword and struck.

But as if the air had been struck, black shadows flickered one after another. Zhou Changhong held back his nausea, made a secret with his left hand, and a spell suddenly appeared.

Throwing it to the ground, a loud bang sounded immediately, and the black shadow screamed, but Zhou Changhong's figure had long disappeared.

Zhou Changhong had been frightened out of his wits for a long time. If he hadn't relied on the talisman left by his master, he might have ended up here.

Zhou Changhong, who was lucky enough to escape, glanced at the mass grave with twinkling eyes. It was so terrifying. He secretly vowed to come here again when his cultivation level becomes stronger, and he must find out what happened inside.

There were twelve people when they came, but he was the only one left when they left. How could he go back? He would definitely not be able to go back to the City Lord's Mansion.

Home? Of course not. He is an orphan and was adopted by his master when he was a child. As a result, his master went to southern Xinjiang to look for friends a few days ago, and now he is the only one left.

Where to go? Stay in Catkin City?

Zhou Changhong couldn't help but think of his past. He had never even been to Catkin City when he was so old. What a failure.
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