The father and son ran back to Fang's Mansion directly, but they were so scared that they hid in the room and didn't dare to come out.

And the burlap bag lying quietly on top of the heavy white bones did not move at all, still like when the father and son threw it down.

Night slowly fell, and the burlap bag began to move.

The shape of being shrunk into a ball made Litian feel a little uncomfortable, after all, his slender body was shrunk into a shrimp shape, which was indeed enough for him.

There was not the slightest light in the burlap bag, which made Litian feel a little confused, not knowing where he was.

He tried to stretch himself, but found that he seemed to be encased in something, unable to move.

Litian smiled bitterly, calmed down and began to think.

I think Fang Mo thought he was dead, so he packed himself up in a bag and threw it into the wilderness.

Thinking like this, Litian was a little happy in his heart.

After all, he was thrown out, and he still has some hope of survival.

It was also that although the injuries on his body were serious, the internal force was not sealed, and he broke through the burlap bag with a strong breath, but it also made the strength that Litian had finally accumulated through the coma disperse.

He didn't even have time to look around before he passed out.

When I woke up again, I was awakened by freezing.

In the middle of the night, he was in the wild, there was nothing to cover, and it was normal for him to wake up from the cold.

After waking up from the sky, he tried to get up with his hands on the ground, but he felt that there was some awkward hand at the place where his palm fell, and his eyes moved down, but he was startled.

Because the moon was bright today, he could clearly see that it was a human head, which seemed to have been dead for a long time, and all the flesh on the head had long since faded, leaving only a skull with hollow eyes.

Litian hurriedly stood up, looking at the scene all around, and couldn't help but feel worried.

After all, in the middle of the night, I woke up and found myself in a mass grave, full of white bones, and no one could accept it at once.

calmed down his mood, and Litian scolded the Fang family's father and son thousands of times in his heart.

Only then did he caress his still aching heart, recognized the way, and prepared to leave slowly.

The cold wind was whining, it seemed to be the chirping of ghosts, and Litian wanted to speed up his pace, but after all, he was limited by his body and could only walk slowly.

After walking for a long time, Litian finally left the scope of the mass grave, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, there is absolutely no way that there are no ghosts in the world, and in a place full of dead people's bones, even if he is bold, he feels quite scary.

Litian breathed a sigh of relief, and the tense nerves relaxed, but the pain in the body followed.

There were bursts of pain from the wound that was originally injured by Fang Mo, although Fang Mo was only a beginner cultivator, but after all, he was not at the same level as Litian, and the damage caused to Litian was also considerable.

Litian felt a little unbearable pain, so he planned to stop and rest, after all, he had already left the mass grave, and although it was also cold and windy, it was at least flat.

Thinking about him, he sat down, but he didn't expect that his butt had just hit the ground, and a feeling of weightlessness followed.

Litian was suddenly a little speechless and asked Cangtian, Nima, do you want to be so tidy, I just want to take a break, the place that was still flat just now, how can it be a trap to sit on.

Originally, he thought it was just a trap, but he didn't expect that the wind whistling in his ears continued, as if it felt like falling from a high cliff.