Run?

As soon as Qiu Yan heard this, the idea of wanting to observe the strange coffin in front of him was instantly extinguished, seeing that those skeletons that had stopped suddenly showed a fierce face again, distorting themselves, Qiu Yan clenched the Sanmei in his hand, ready to fight for his life.

And at this moment, Qiu Yan's eyes glanced at several dark shadows standing in the corner, their shoulders shrugged, lifeless, a little evil, Qiu Yan suddenly breathed rapidly, and cold sweat flowed down his neck.

Who is it?" Qiu Yan looked at the figures in surprise, and they also stared at me motionlessly, with a strange smile on the corner of their mouths. Just as I was about to rub my eyes when I was about to rub my eyes if I was mistaken, 'those people' disappeared...

"Where have you been?" Qiu Yan muttered to himself, calmed down, took a few steps forward, and in his eagerness, he suddenly heard Xijiang's anxious call. "Liang boy, what kind of god! Run!"

Hearing Xijiang's voice, Qiu Yan's brain was buzzing, and when he looked in front of him again, a group of bones had already swarmed in.

Qiu Yan was shocked, and immediately waved his blade, Sanmei is worthy of the Lu family's hegemony, and it is still sharpened like clay for thousands of years, and the most important thing is that when the head of the skeleton is cut off, the thing suddenly screams, and it seems to be in pain.

Qiu Yan looked at the scene, couldn't help but retreat back, and when he was rejoicing, there was a heart-rending pain in his shoulder, and a bloody smell instantly spread on the tip of his nose, Qiu Yan turned his head sideways and saw that a stream of skeletal teeth actually bit his right shoulder and seeped into the flesh.

"Damn!" Qiu Yan scolded angrily, grinning in pain, the arm that was bitten was still weak, and when he was dripping in cold sweat, a figure ran towards him, and he fixed his eyes to see that it was Xijiang! He took the scimitar, jumped up and aimed at the skull's head is a stab. Unfortunately, he was just an ordinary machete, so he couldn't pierce the skull, and was just choked by the skeleton in an instant.

Qiu Yan was relieved, covering his wound with his hand, and suddenly realized that Xijiang's move was just to attract the skeleton's attention and then let himself come to life. Thinking of this, Qiu Yan's blood surged, picked up Sanmei and aimed at the ribs of the skeleton and slashed, the thing screamed fiercely, Qiu Yan took the opportunity to pull Xijiang closer to him, and the two watched in horror After falling apart, they turned into a puddle of green water on the ground, with a thick stench, and the shock in their hearts was self-evident.

Qiu Yan and Xijiang were unable to express the anxiety in their hearts, and the two wanted to escape from the place of right and wrong as soon as possible, but it was terrible, these things kept flowing, like sand crabs in a quagmire, making that disgusting sound.

The two skeletons surrounding Qiu Yan exuded a faint phosphorescent light, withered claws held long knives with black hair and old hair, and scattered rags of clothes hung on their bodies, seemingly two generals in front of them, but their long knives were very heavy, affecting their speed.

Qiu Yan is a smart person, he spied on the weakness of the skeleton, and hurriedly raised Sanmei to meet the enemy at close range, while he took the opportunity to retreat cautiously, but unexpectedly, Xijiang, who had not paid attention for a while, heard a sharp scream from behind him. Qiu Yan glared, only to see that Xijiang was suddenly stabbed horizontally and vertically by a skeleton that suddenly appeared in the darkness, and his body was suddenly drenched in blood.

An indescribable dark aura permeated from his body, and at the same time, as if attracted by a strange power, the blood that flowed from his wrists, those blood beads and blood droplets, suddenly drew a thin line of blood, gently floated, and swept silently only an inch from the ground, and fluttered forward, and the direction of the drift was the 'ghost shroud'.

A little blood stain appeared on the ground, and then the blood threads twisted strangely on the ground, and began to spread out in many directions, forming one indescribable strange pattern after another.

While Qiu Yan was fighting, there were inevitably wounds on his body, and those blood beads kept flying in the air and dripping down along the movements. There were more and more blood lines on the ground, and those patterns gradually began to take shape, converging on the side of the coffin, a looming hidden power, as if it was hidden in the still quiet blood-colored river, like the heartbeat of a person in the middle of the night, faintly, inexplicably agitating, but disappearing.

However, neither of the two of them noticed this vision, nor did they notice that the 'Ghost Shroud' flickered a faint red light in the silence.

I don't know how much time passed, Qiu Yan's movements slowed down, and his face looked a little pale, as if he had consumed most of the strength in his body. And in front of him, there were piles of all kinds of broken white bones, which were quietly rotting.

"Xijiang, think of a way, if you continue like this, you will have to be consumed if you can't finish killing!" Qiu Yan gasped, staring coldly at the endless skeleton army in front of him.

"I want to have a way, and I still fight hard with these ghost things here!" Xijiang kicked away the skeleton in front of him and dodged to the side, but unexpectedly rolled to the front of the ghost coffin, and was immediately frightened, and at this moment, there was a sudden sound of breaking the air behind his ears.

"Bang dang!" A rusty iron knife sturdily chopped down Xijiang's brain, with a few strands of hair, and slashed at the human servant on top of the coffin, the muscles under Xijiang's face twitched constantly, cold sweat dripped down his cheeks and fell on the placket, and he said in his heart, if he couldn't dodge, wouldn't his head be split alive by a big knife like cutting a watermelon! At the same time, I don't know if it was Xijiang's illusion, there was an extremely small sound in the air, as if something was broken, and it felt like the entire iron coffin was slight for a while, and suddenly there was a 'gurgling' heavy rusty metal dragging sound from the soles of the feet.

Xijiang's face changed suddenly, and he was dazed with fear, like a wounded person who instinctively trembles when a finger approaches his wound.