At this moment, the darkness on the sky began to become distorted, and the sound of flowing water suddenly became violent, and under Nangong Hao's gaze, there was actually a river that erupted from the nothingness.

The roaring sound was monstrous, and the river was falling from the sky, more and more. In the blink of an eye, it became a wide and majestic river falling, rushing down the heavens and the earth.

The river water is muddy and yellow, constantly churning, and a large area of sediment rushes to Nangong Hao's footsteps.

In the mud and sand, there are countless black particles. As soon as he reached his feet, Nangong Hao immediately felt the dead air in this place, and at this moment, the blood was unprecedentedly intense, rich to the extreme.

The figures in the mist were instantly submerged, turning into black paper, and they could vaguely distinguish human shapes, and expressions could be seen on the paper, struggling desperately in the river.

Or there is nothing to think, or hideous and smiling, or looking up to the sky and howling, thousands of strange, the paper figure floats away along the river, and gradually sinks into the water.

This scene has always continued, and countless paper figures kept repeating such a scene, which made Nangong Hao's heart shake, Nangong Hao could feel that his body was trembling violently, but it was not him, but the ghost in his body was afraid, and he was afraid of the turbid Yellow River!

"What the hell is this place?" Nangong Hao thought of some legends circulating in the imperial city about ghosts gathering to harm people, his eyes wandered, and he looked around.

Suddenly, Nangong Hao's body shook wildly, his eyes widened suddenly, and he stared at the other side tightly.

"There's still someone there!"

Nangong Hao exclaimed, in his eyes, on the other side, a figure wrapped in a robe appeared, and a straw hat on his head obliquely covered his entire face, but what was certain was that the figure was not like those ghosts, without the slightest sense of death, and it was incompatible with the surroundings, it was a real person!

Sitting cross-legged on the riverbank, although he couldn't see his face clearly, his voice echoed over the entire river, trembling and chanting a mantra that Nangong Hao couldn't understand.

Everywhere the mantra went, the paper man roared, in great pain, and even Nangong Hao made a whining sound, which sounded miserable.

At the neck, Nangong Hao felt the cold hand moving again, and he felt several pairs of big hands pushing him forward on his back······

"Don't, don't, don't push me, big brother, ghost master, it's over, if you push again, you're going to jump into the river." Nangong Hao danced and struggled desperately, no

Run the dantian to mobilize the aura.

In this turbid river, countless paper hands poked out, constantly rubbing Nangong Hao's trouser legs, and bursts of water vapor came to his nose, but with a trace of blood.

"Ahem, cough, ahem......" Seeing that he was about to be pushed into the river, a violent coughing sound sounded, which made the turmoil in this place immediately stop, and there was no coldness behind Nangong Hao, only the river in front of him was still churning and roaring.

"Nangong Hao, be careful, how did you get to this place, this place is very weird. This river, I seem to have seen it somewhere......"

When he was surprised, Nangong Hao found that the abnormality of the dantian had dissipated, and the pure voice sounded in Nangong Hao's ears again.

"Jingqing, you finally came out, don't you know, these ghosts, weird, are going to toss me to death. Let's go, this place is so weird, it's too dead, we need to hurry, yes, let's go. ”

Nangong Hao muttered, wiped the cold sweat on his head, and hurriedly turned around.

The moment he turned around, Nangong Hao hit something directly, and his brain hurt and screamed

Those tree trunks had turned into a barrier before, and Nangong Hao had already blocked this bank, only one step away from the murky river.

"What is this!" Nangong Hao was desperate, these tree trunks directly cut off his retreat, not giving him a chance.

In desperation, he had to release his aura, gather it in his left hand, and keep accumulating momentum.

The three delicate little ashes beside him came to life, spreading their wings and floating beside Nangong Hao.

"Let me out!"

With a loud shout, Nangong Hao swung his fist, and wherever the aura went, there were bursts of water splashes, splashing a lot of mud and sand, and slamming it on those tree trunks.

At the same time, "Little Ash" erupted and swooped down wherever the fist shadow went. In the sharp beak, the aura was ready to be released, and the snow-white lines on the body appeared, which exploded and exploded the moment it touched the trunk.

Bang!

Bursts of water vapor hit his face, and the Yellow River behind Nangong Hao rolled even more violently, setting off waves as if to extinguish Nangong Hao's hope.

The trunk is intact!

Only a few white marks remained in between, and after a while, the white marks disappeared and became intact.

"Ouch, ouch, it hurts me. What are these trees, so?

How to get out. Nangong Hao rubbed his forehead, the force of the shock made the tiger's mouth hurt, and with a little force, he could see the blood oozing from under the scales of the dragon's arm.

He reached out and touched the cracked bark, and felt that the trunks were neatly arranged and hard.

"Be careful!"

A clean drink sounded in Nangong Hao's ears, but before Nangong Hao could react, a big hand appeared out of thin air, black and purple, grabbed the back of Nangong Hao's neck and dragged him into the water.

Nangong Hao only felt a strong force in the back of his neck, and he was so shocked that he couldn't exert any strength up and down, and he was directly planted into the river.

Countless river water enveloped Nangong Hao, and there were many that directly infiltrated Nangong Hao's skin, followed Nangong Hao's eyes and ears, and instead of it, the river water was stained red with blood.

It's like a vampire, raging and squeezing in Nangong Hao's body.

"Ah...... Not ......"

The severe pain coupled with these strange river waters made Nangong Hao want to scream, but he was so stumped that his throat was rotten and he couldn't make a sound.

Nangong Hao's skin was rotting at a rate visible to the naked eye, and his black hair turned white little by little and lost his luster.

His body could no longer be controlled by himself, and gradually sank, no matter how Jingqing shouted, Nangong Hao couldn't hear it.

His gaze gradually changed, and Nangong Hao suddenly saw a corpse standing in front of him, a headless corpse with cloth armor all over his body, and the head of the corpse was actually in his hand, and his whole body was covered with bloodstains, constantly bubbling with green bubbles, and the rancid smell of corpse poison was really disgusting.

"It doesn't hurt the corpse's body at all, doesn't this corpse have a weakness?"

A familiar voice sounded, and a standing figure appeared in front of Nangong Hao, with his back to Nangong Hao. The figure held a long sickle in his hand, his long hair fluttered, and the tip of his hair swept across Nangong Hao's face, majestic and domineering. Next to it, a gray and black bird chirped and chirped non-stop

Although it was just the back, how could Nangong Hao not recognize it. This is Uncle Wang! This is the Uncle Wang he has been thinking about for a long time! And the little bird is a little gray who has had several faces.

However, this uncle Wang is very different from what he remembers, he is no longer decadent all day long, full of alcohol, and he is no longer a sick hunchbacked old man.

(End of chapter)

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