"What?"

The blood-stained chrysanthemum's face changed, and in just an instant, it returned to its previous calmness.

He firmly believes in the boss's words. Since the boss said that these people in Peach Blossom Land are dead souls, then these people must be dead souls.

But no matter how the blood-stained chrysanthemum was distinguished, he couldn't see any difference between Huang Bo and normal humans.

The peach blossom forest in the Peach Blossom Land is very powerful, even the SSS-level blood-stained chrysanthemum and Shinichiro Egawa were not only confused, but they didn't even notice any abnormalities.

Su Zhao patted the blood-stained chrysanthemum on the shoulder and helped him clear the influence of the peach blossom forest in his body.

When Su Zhao's palm left the shoulder of the blood-stained chrysanthemum, the pink haze in the blood-stained chrysanthemum's eyes dissipated, and it was replaced by sobriety.

Huang Bo's appearance changed in the blood-stained chrysanthemum's sight.

His face was completely characteristic of a dead man. Clothes were sacrifices burned for the dead in ancient times.

It's weird, it's scary.

Even when he saw the blood-stained chrysanthemum with his own eyes, he couldn't help but secretly gasp in his heart.

The blood-stained chrysanthemum moved his gaze, and everywhere he looked, there was a tomb structure.

The heavens are no longer the alternation of dusk and night, but the darkness that seems to have no hope.

Peach Blossom Spring, the village of the dead!

Bloodstained Ju looked at Su Zhao, who shook his head at him. Blood-stained chrysanthemum forcibly pressed the discomfort in his heart, this place is too evil.

"Let's go check it out." Luo Ji is concerned about Uncle Long's corpse, the latter died here, so he can't disappear as well.

For Uncle Long, it was too miserable.

Don't say that the guest died in a foreign land, this is completely missing even the corpse!

I really don't know who is so lacking in virtue and stealing corpses.

But Luo Ji didn't dare to go by himself, who knows if he would die on the way there.

"Let's take a look." Su Zhao said.

Unconsciously, Su Zhao has become the head of the tripartite forces. His words determine the direction of other people's actions.

Moreover, everyone subconsciously thought that it was safest to follow Su Zhao's side.

Even the ninjas around Shinichiro Egawa have this thought.

The abandoned courtyard, in the westernmost part of the village.

Huang Bo walked in the front, and the others followed, and the spiritual energy in the blood-stained chrysanthemum's body was quietly running.

Ever since he knew about the strangeness here, Bloodstained Ju was ready for battle.

Even with SSS-level strength, Bloodstained Ju didn't dare to guarantee his safety.

Starting from the direction of Huang Bo's house, it only takes more than ten minutes to reach his favorite dilapidated courtyard.

When everyone rushed to the abandoned courtyard, there was indeed a torn white hemp rope inside, and a white coffin lid that had been overturned on the ground.

"Why are the hemp ropes and coffins white?" Su Zhao asked curiously.

What is the way to this color?

"Because it's a funeral." Huang Bo said: "The custom of our village is to send a white hemp rope and white coffin for funeral, in fact, it is to rush the bad luck of the village. ”

Su Zhao nodded knowingly and didn't say anything more.

Thump!

Behind everyone, a heavy footstep sounded.

The sound of footsteps is someone jumping.

Everyone turned around at the same time, and the footsteps were so strange that everyone just heard them and felt that something was wrong.

After turning around, many people showed unbelievable expressions.

"Dragon...... Uncle Long? Luo Ji was taken aback, Uncle Long was actually standing there, and he still had a smile on his face.

"You...... Aren't you a dry corpse? Shinichiro Egawa rubbed his eyes, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Everyone saw Uncle Long turned into a dried corpse in the coffin, and now he was standing in the abandoned courtyard intact.

Luo Ji walked over quickly, and the smile on Uncle Long's face was still so kind.

Just like when he was taught how to behave in the world and how to behave in the right way.

His eyes were hot, Luo Ji didn't expect to see Uncle Long standing in front of him again.

Blood-stained Ju was just about to speak, but was stopped by Su Zhao. Seeing Su Zhao's expression, Bloodstained Ju closed his mouth and swallowed back the words he wanted to remind.

Su Zhao quietly watched the development of things, and there was only indifference in his eyes.

If what happened next was within his expectations, then Su Zhao would know the secret of the entire Peach Blossom Spring!

Uncle Long opened his arms and held Luo Ji in his arms.

"Why is it so cold?" Luo Ji suddenly sobered up, and Uncle Long's arms were very hard and cold.

It's like...... It's like a corpse refrigerated in a morgue.

He...... He is not Uncle Long, to be precise, he is not a living Uncle Long!

It's a pity that it's too late, Uncle Long cracked his mouth and smiled. At this time, everyone found out that Uncle Long's fingernails had turned black and sharpened. Luo Ji, who was hugged by Uncle Long, couldn't break free from his arms like two iron tongs at all, he was sweating profusely, but he felt the sharpness coming from his back.

Gu Siwan covered her mouth, Li Zhien's face was ugly, and Egawa Shinichiro was even more stunned, not to mention the expressions of others.

Everyone reacted that Uncle Long had a problem!

At this moment, Su Zhao's puzzled voice sounded in the courtyard.

"Uncle Huang, how did Uncle Long's corpse deceive the corpse?"

Swish!

Everyone's eyes focused on Su Zhao's body, and he asked this question a little ......

"How do I know?" Huang Bo's face was full of anxiety, and he said: "I didn't expect that the corpse would be a corpse!" ”

"The white hemp rope and the white coffin, both are specially treated. It has the effect of gathering yin qi and blocking the soul. Su Zhao said with a smile: "At the beginning, when we entered the fog, there were a pair of eyes staring at us. What we do, what we say, everything we have, is under the watchful eye of those eyes. The so-called funeral procession is arranged for us to meet. Uncle Long will enter the coffin and be sealed in the soul, which is also premeditated from the moment we enter the fog. ”

When Su Zhao spoke, he appeared next to Luo Ji.

His hand pressed Uncle Long's head, and his arm, which was as hard and cold as iron tongs, bounced to the sides, and Luo Ji ran out of it with a cold sweat on his face and rolled directly to the ground.

Uncle Long stood there, still smiling, still so gentle and kind.

But this smiling face has changed in everyone's eyes.

"Because Uncle Long was aware of it when he was in the fog, he was a master of this way. And the people who set up the array to cast spells are not very good at it. In order for everyone to fall into the trap, he had to get rid of Uncle Long. Su Zhao continued: "Even I was denied the past, Uncle Long was put in a coffin, directly sealed his soul, and there was no way out in his life. ”

Su Zhao's statement completely detonated the fear in everyone's hearts.

From the beginning of the fog, there were a pair of eyes staring at them?

"A fetish, worthy of a fetish, right?" Su Zhao looked at the old man with a panicked face and asked faintly.

Swish!

All eyes moved synchronously again, converging on Huang Bo's rickety body.