The drawbridge swayed between the clouds. Beneath the suspension bridge is a bottomless cliff. Heaven and earth seem to be only gray left. The clouds drifting halfway up the mountain were dim, and the lush woods on the mountain seemed to be shrouded in a layer of gray cloth, and even the dense forest seemed to be only gloomy.

The entire Falling Moon Peak was lifeless, only a faintly ghostly call was left to come from the bottom of the cliff one after another. This call sign is like a thousand years of cold ice falling into people's hearts, making people's hearts chill.

Yue Ling'er felt as if her feet were frozen, sticking to the wooden planks of the suspension bridge, and it was extremely difficult to move a step.

Yan Zhu grabbed the chain of the suspension bridge, and the knuckles of his fingers holding the suspension bridge were white, and he was short of breath.

Yue Ling'er looked back at Yan Zhu: "Young Master Yan, I can't help it." This drawbridge is almost over, you hold on a little longer. ”

Yan Zhu grabbed the chain tightly, looked up at Yue Ling'er and said, "Miss Ling'er, are you holding the incense he gave you?"

Yue Ling'er took out the unlit incense from her arms.

Yan Zhu hurriedly dodged: "Miss Ling'er, you are about to throw him." ”

Yue Ling'er frowned, and kicked the incense back into her arms: "Hurry up and follow me." When you get to the other side, you don't feel so bad. ”

Yan Zhu bit her lower lip tightly, and blood snaked down her jaw: "Miss Ling'er, go quickly, go back quickly." ”

"Go back?" Yue Ling'er looked at the main peak suspiciously, and then she smiled bitterly: "I can't go back." ”

Yan Zhu seemed to have reached the limit of patience, and he grabbed the chain of the suspension bridge heavily, and the entire suspension bridge swayed in the wind like scattered fallen leaves.

Yue Ling'er exclaimed in surprise and grabbed the chain of the suspension bridge.

Yan Zhu's eyes were red, his voice was hoarse, he tried his best to suppress his voice, but instead made his voice even more eerie and terrifying, mixed with the whistling wind, as if it came from the bottom of the cliff: "Don't you want to think about why that person didn't personally lead me over the peak, do you have to come?!"

Yan Zhu took a step forward, forcing Yue Ling'er to take three steps back and sit on the suspension bridge. "Do you think you can live if you do what he says?!There is an enchantment on the Falling Moon Peak, and then I am afraid that even if you ask for help, the people of the Xuanyue Temple will not have time to save you!"

Yue Ling'er propped her hands on the ground and took a few steps backwards abruptly.

"Let you throw away the incense in your arms!" Yan Zhu, who has always been gentle and cowardly, has never spoken so violently as at this moment.

Yan Zhu wanted to clench his teeth and pounce on Yue Ling'er, so frightened that Yue Ling'er exclaimed: "What do you want to do?"

Before Yan Zhu approached Yue Ling'er, the smell of incense had already come to her face.

Yan Zhu hurriedly held his breath, covered his nose with a gray robe, and retreated again and again.

Yue Ling'er instantly understood when she saw Yan Zhu's appearance, Yan Zhu was afraid of this incense in her arms!

Yue Ling'er didn't know where she came from, and she was even more aroused, and she stood up from the ground suddenly. She reached out and took out the incense from her arms and held it high in her hand: "Don't you come here!"

Yan Zhu covered his mouth and nose tightly, almost suffocating himself to death.

Tears filled Yue Ling'er's eyes: "I know that Kestrel is not a good person! He must want you to die! If you are angry again, you will come to me again in the next life to take revenge!"

Yan Zhu panted and said, "You don't understand! It's not what you think at all! I'm definitely not the only one who died!"

How many people will die, and will everyone on the Falling Moon Peak, or even the people on the main peak, suffer?

Peak.

Yuan Yuzhu ......

Thinking of Yuan Yuzhu, Yan Zhu stabbed his body with his backhand, piercing the flesh and skin, and clutching his collarbone tightly. only listened to the "click", and the collarbone was broken by Yan Zhu Shengsheng.

A section of the collarbone, Yan Zhu's gray robe was suddenly stained with blood.

His lips were pale, the white hair on his face had faded, the redness under his eyes had dissipated a little, the ferocity on his face had faded, and he had returned to the appearance of a weak scholar.

"Miss Ling'er, for demons, hurting the collarbone can temporarily suppress the demonic power. But it's only temporary, and my demonic power will come back. I only had two collarbones, which didn't last long. Let's go. ”

Yue Ling'er clenched the incense with one hand and tightened the chain with the other: "Young Master Yan, you still don't know who you're facing." I let you go, and I don't have a way to live. ”

Yue Ling'er was ruthless and pulled the chain. Yan Zhu was like a stray dog tied around his neck, falling heavily on the bridge.

"Let's go, Young Master Yan, I can only live if I send you over. ”

Yue Ling'er dragged Yan Zhu step by step across the suspension bridge and windled up the narrow mountain road.

The mountain road is extremely narrow, with the cells of the Falling Moon Peak on one side and the cliffs on the other.

The wind blows from the bottom of the cliff, and if you don't have an unsteady foot, you will be blown down.

Yue Ling'er walked against the side of the cliff, and the gravel under her feet kept rolling down to the bottom of the cliff.

One side of the cell is even more terrifying than the cliff.

The cell of Falling Moon Peak was so small that even a woman couldn't stand up straight inside, not to mention that most of the people in it were men or adult monsters.

Those men were only kneeling or huddled in small cells, their legs and feet already out of shape.

What's even more terrifying is that those people have long been unable to see their original appearance due to years of wind and sun. The flesh seemed to have been dried, crumpled and crumpled against the bones. Every inch of bone, every meridian, and even the curved blood vessels under the skin can be seen clearly.

These people, like air-dried wax figures, have no trace of life.

Or rather, these are just corpses that did not bury after death.

Yue Ling'er passed by the cell door, dragging Yan Zhu who was staggering behind her.

Yue Ling'er was frightened and wanted to stay away from these people, but the mountain road was narrow, so she could only walk with her head stuck to the cage.

The sound of the wind blowing from the bottom of the cliff makes people's scalp tingle for a while.

"Click" There were a few soft bones next to him.

Yue Ling'er was stunned at her feet, and suddenly her heart rose to her throat, and she turned her head stiffly to see the head of a dried corpse in the cell door moving.

The dried corpse's skin was crumpled against the bones, grayish-brown, white hair scattered, eyelids crumpled in sunken sockets, and the eyeballs protruded as if only the whites of the eyes were left.

The soft sound of the bones came from the man's neck, and he looked back at Yue Ling'er, whose face seemed to have dried up and pulled the muscles of his face, and cracked into a smile.

The corpse moved and rushed towards the cell door.

Yue Ling'er screamed, and almost slipped and fell off the cliff.

Fortunately, the dried corpse was pulled by chains, and he fell to his knees on the ground, and could only brush the railing with his outstretched hand.

One of Yue Ling'er's hands had already landed on the edge of the cliff, and her hand was tightly clasped at the edge of the sharp stone on the edge of the cliff.

Seeing that the man was chained, Yue Ling'er stabilized her mind. She got up from the ground, her legs still shaking.

Yue Ling'er tugged Yan Zhu hard, and said sharply: "Hurry up! I don't want to stay in this ghost place for a long time." ”