The place where the trap had been placed had become a large hole, and the broken stubble of wood was exposed like the mouth of a monster. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It's been so many years, and it's the first time he's encountered such a situation. But he immediately rejected this idea, as soon as his urn caught someone, he could immediately trap and kill people inside, and he had not missed it for a whole year.

"Did you meet a companion?" He thought about it, jumped over the hole, then drew his sword, and walked towards the opposite side with a grim face, but he didn't take a few steps, and the breath behind him was cold, he stopped and slowly turned around.

A girl wrapped in a cloak stood behind him, and from this angle, he could only see her slender and lovely chin, wasn't that the girl just now?

How so? His eyes widened.

A broken sword slipped out of Cheng Qinghe's palm, and his true qi was agitated, and it was extended in an instant.

"It was a misunderstanding." The owner of the tea shop said.

She pinched the right hand of the thing, and a blood-stained brocade bag hung down, which she found from under the bridge, and she had been hanging under the wooden plank, and after a little thought, she understood how the Taoist cultivators who came to the south to find out the cause died in the first place.

"Since you've found out, don't blame me." He smirked, his pale cheeks looking horrible.

"You're killing too much, and you're not far from going mad."

"So what?" The boss immediately interrupted her, so what? If you are in a demon, you will be in a demon, and it is not bad to be an evil cultivator.

This stinky girl! He rushed over with his sword, and Cheng Qinghe immediately fell down with his back against the chain, dodging his attack.

He only saw her whole face exposed in front of him, and he was stunned for a moment, but he saw a flash, and before he could react, a sword pierced his heart from behind and came out of his chest.

He looked down, blood gushing out, he was too careless, the killing and harvesting in the past year had been too easy, so that he overestimated his true strength, and even more so because this time he ran into Cheng Qinghe.

Cheng Qinghe pulled out his sword, shook off the blood stains on his head, and then continued to walk towards the opposite side of the plank road without looking back, she is not a virgin, what kind of scum needs to be left for this kind of scum who kills people without seeing blood?

It is estimated that even the tea shop just now was robbed by him, and I have to tell her the truth, this tea shop was originally another robber's.

The tea shop owner behind him stood stiffly, her figure walking farther and farther away, and then her eyes went dark, and finally she fell off the bridge like a piece of paper, just like he treated the corpses of other Dao Xiu who were killed by him every time.

At the moment before he died, he seemed to see countless undead cultivators with mutilated limbs crawling towards him......

Cause and effect are true, and retribution is unpleasant.

After crossing the mossy plank road, Cheng Qinghe stepped on a piece of land, and a quaint and huge old mansion stood quietly in front of him.

The sky was foggy as if the sun would never be visible, enveloping the south, she walked around, there were still many residential areas around the old house, market shops, but it was empty, and it became a dilapidated and desolate dead city.

A year ago, there were countless casualties in the south, but what others don't know is that compared to these, the number of people missing is even larger, so where have all those missing people gone?

She stood outside the door of the old mansion, the door of the old mansion was hung with a bronze copper bell, which was not locked, and Yang Pei'an said that there should have been an enchantment here in order to protect the scene.

As she walked up the stone steps step by step, before she could get closer, the door creaked open, and many places inside were covered with plastic film, but the terrible thing was that on the railing, on the ground, there were corpses hanging one after another, just like yesterday, but the dark red blood had dried and adhered like a mark, and it looked like a child's random painting.

At first glance, it makes people think that they have traveled to the scene. This strange death...... Cheng Qinghe approached the nearest corpse, an elderly woman, her left and right hands twisted and pressed under her body, her eyes and mouth were wide open, as if she had seen something that frightened her before her death.

The gray hair on the back of her head was messy, but on closer inspection, she still found some subtle differences, these are all wax figures! The incomparably realistic wax figure, realizing this, Cheng Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, she also thought that the so-called protection site of the Taoist cultivators had a hobby of keeping the corpse in place and sealing it!

What exactly caused their deaths? It didn't look like a knife wound, Cheng Qinghe frowned, since it was a wax figure, it would be difficult to find out the injuries that led to their death.

As she wrinkled her eyebrows in contemplation, an evil aura rushed from the depths, blowing away her cloak and ruffling her black hair.

A crisp sound sounded, and she looked up to see a string of bells shaking restlessly above the beams.

Suddenly, there was a strange evil aura coming.

"Who?" She lowered her voice, only to see the plastic film covering the door and windows of the back room in front of her gradually melt.

A ten-year-old boy stood behind a membrane in an old-fashioned childlike gown, with a golden lock on his chest, looking rich and powerful, but his cheeks were thin, and his eyes looked at her with a lingering sadness and compassion.

The orphan of the Li family? Looking at the appearance, it is exactly the same as in the bounty photo, but at first glance, she thought that they were two completely different people, because of the comparison between the two sides, one lost his innocent and flawless smile, and the other had a melancholy and thin temperament.

The boy stood still and looked at her for a moment, then turned back and ran inside.

"Wait!" Cheng Qinghe shouted and hurriedly followed.

She entered a door, and with her footsteps, she found that the wax corpses that were lying on the ground had climbed up again one by one, and the blood began to diffuse again, she quickly looked back and found that the wax corpses outside the door were intact.

There were many figures, and the figures were heavy, gathering towards her, Cheng Qinghe looked around, these people seemed to still have their last breath before they died, and they were dressed in old and new clothes, but they were all skinny and skinny, panting and moaning.

These are real corpses!

"What people, come out!" Cheng Qinghe lowered his eyes and looked at the inside of the house.

"Hehe, Xiaoyou might as well come in and take a look, say hello to the old man." A slightly hoarse voice rang out.

Cheng Qinghe walked towards the house vigilantly when he heard this, the door of the house creaked and opened automatically, and a fishy smell came to his face.

"Where are you?"

She found that the windows of the house were covered with a black cloth, and it was so dark that she could see nothing but where the door was open at her feet. (To be continued.) )