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"You can walk about ten meters further onto the bridge." He bent down as he spoke, the fresh breath hitting her neck, giving her the illusion of tingling.

"It's not hard." Cheng Qinghe tried to ignore his breath and walked towards the bridge with him little by little.

Although the heavy mud brought a lot of resistance, the two of them managed to reach the location smoothly after some hard work.

The thick wooden stake stretched all the way to the bottom of the riverbed, and Cheng Qinghe stopped his hand from pushing her up, and said, "You go up to find Xiaoliu first, and I will meet you later." ”

Murong Yi shook his hand when he heard this, then turned around and climbed the pillar until he got out of the mud and gradually devoured the dream. The tide from his body generally faded back to Cheng Qinghe's body.

"Wait until we come back to save you." Murong Yi replied like this, and then, like a ghost, walked quickly along the bottom of the bridge towards the opposite side.

After watching him leave, she glanced at the scene on the muddy surface, and sank into the mud again.

Gongsun Cheng had been in the muddy water for a month at the moment, and when he first entered the quagmire, he didn't expect that the mud would be so thick, and those ferocious people were guarding with sharpened long sticks and were unwilling to let them go ashore.

Probably knowing that they were incapacitated, the guards of those people relaxed a little, although he couldn't hear it, but he probably knew that there might be new people outside.

Could it be that his generation of grandmasters is going to capsize in the gutter and lose his life at this time? It's shameful, ashamed, ashamed!

"Master." A voice came from behind him, Gongsun was stunned, thinking that he was still dreaming, his whole body was as stiff as iron, but in the next second, his fingers touched a warmth, and a soft touch extended to his whole body, instantly breaking the hard mud wrapped around him.

"Qinghe? My apprentice? Gongsun Cheng was still a little incredulous at this time, why did he appear by his side so suddenly?

"It's me, master." Cheng Qinghe said softly, thinking that among the five original peak masters of Longhu Mountain, only Su Ling and he were still messing with him, and he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

But in the next second, Gongsun Cheng pinched her wrist: "We can't go now, Qinghe, I stayed here for a month and found that they hold a ceremony every Sunday." ”

And this ritual has to do with the lost pearl and the truth about their thirst for killing.

Sure enough, as she expected, there were five other Taoist cultivators who came to the Yellow Injustice Realm with Gongsun Ying, but except for the two who had been rescued by her, one was dead, one was in her Qiankun bag, and the remaining one was still in their hands.

What is the purpose of keeping this man? The last few times Gongsun was enclosed in the mud and couldn't see it, and he couldn't really hear it, but this time, he must find out.

As time passed, Cheng Qinghe gradually withdrew Dream Devouring Aya, completely exposing himself to the mud, and Gongsun Cheng naturally sensed that he had fallen into a wet and soft environment again, and asked, "How is the situation in Longhu Mountain?" ”

"It's not good, but it's been stable lately." Cheng Qinghe paused before mentioning the real situation.

"After you left, the Shura ant disaster broke out in Mengze Peak, most of the disciples died in Huangquan, and the head of the sect and the two peak masters died."

"What, what?!" Gongsun Cheng woke up from a dream and asked in disbelief.

"Dragon Tiger Mountain, it is in danger, it is only a disciple who is so anxious to find you to go back and preside over the overall situation."

The words fell, and there was silence in the darkness, and Cheng Qinghe didn't hear any other voices for a long time.

"I see." A hoarse voice sounded, it was his grandson.

……

As the mountains grew westward, darkness covered the land, and hunting winds blew on the land, and the hot weather finally ushered in a burst of humidity.

But I don't know if this humidity is the saltiness in the space or the tears of people.

A string of firecrackers made of bamboo tubes was thrown on the mud not far from them, crackling endlessly, but there was no longer the sound of laughter and scolding.

"What are they doing?" Cheng Qinghe asked, dragging him out with half of his head.

A campfire was lit in a clearing in the distance, and a group of people were busy up and down.

"They want sky lanterns."

"What do you mean?"

"This is a form of torture, which is to pour mercury into a person's head, and the whole skin is peeled off as it is, and then the wax oil is poured into the person's mouth, and the flesh and blood are wrapped in wax and made into a wick."

"I see, then those Kong Ming lanterns ......" Cheng Qinghe watched one Kong Ming lantern after another rise, and gradually frowned.

"Each of those lamps is full of deep resentment, they are cannibals, aren't they?" She asked Gongsun Cheng, but Gongsun Cheng shook his head, and there was a dignified look in his eyes.

"I came here when I was young, these natives are simple and kind, and they are not born cannibals."

Taking advantage of the night, the two of them emerged from the quagmire and quietly approached the place where they had gathered.

I saw a large vat next to the bonfire, and in it was a pale yellow and clear thick object, and the two of them sniffed it carefully and were shocked.

"They're not normal people anymore." Gongsun clenched his fists, because the vat was full of corpse oil!

There is also an endless stream of Kong Ming lanterns, waiting for them to take oil and light it.

The night is still long.

The lights on the other side were reflected in his eyes, as if they were flashing ghost fires, Cheng Qinghe felt that something was wrong for a moment, if the sky was brighter, she could see the bloodshot suddenly rising from Gongsun Cheng's eyes, what a crazy color.

"Division~" Before she could grab his arm, she saw him rush forward like crazy, and without knowing what he was talking about, he screamed and tore up the lamps that were about to rise, or that had not yet risen......

"Master!" Cheng Qinghe sacrificed the Xuanjing Sword, something is wrong with this place, something is very wrong!

"Stop! Hold him on! An old native stepped forward and commanded the others to hold him by the mad body.

Cheng Qinghe's eyes sank, rushed up to block in front of Gongsun Ying, and then grabbed his spasmodic and struggling arm, and asked in a deep voice at this person: "You can speak the words of the mortal world, tell me, what is going on?" ”

He raised his hand to stop the others from coming forward, and instead said something, and the rest continued to light the light as if the two of them were not there. (To be continued.) )