Fan Xiaowu patted Fan Xiaoqing on the shoulder, Fan Xiaoqing turned his head and looked at him strangely with red eyes.

Fan Xiao was stunned for five days, and then was startled, and a cold suddenly rose in his heart.

"Retreat!"

He snapped in quick action and slammed his heel to the ground, trying to leap backwards.

It's too late!

The eighth uncle's family had all turned around at this moment, and five pairs of red eyes looked at Fan Xiao and the five or six people.

Blood lines shot out from the cracked eyebrows, and instantly submerged into the bodies of the six members of Fan Xiao's fifth team.

The retreating figure suddenly froze, and Fan Xiao stood in the night with five or six people with dull eyes.

Slowly, their eyes gradually turned red and red, and their sluggishness disappeared, replaced by a cold one.

Fan Xiaowu suddenly moved, and his figure went straight past the eighth uncle's family and walked towards the depths of darkness.

Then, the figures of the Eighth Uncle's family and Fan Xiaowu's squad members behind him also moved, and walked in the direction of Fan Xiaowu's actions.

Fan Xiaowu made many bends in Fanjia Village, always avoiding the warriors in the village who patrolled and waited at fixed points, and after a while, they drilled out of a wall that cracked at some point.

Strangely, after they got out, the cracked wall closed again.

The group walked into the depths of the mountains in the night, in the direction of Foggy Valley.

……

Zhang Xiaotian stood in the sunken stone wall, but the palm of one hand sucked up the large mountain rock that he had cut off, so that it could not fall into the blood lake.

Then, he continued to excavate into the interior of the mountain wall with his right hand, and all the gravel he dug out was loaded into the space ring.

In a few moments, a larger space took shape within the mountain wall.

Zhang Xiaotian stepped back, and put back the rectangular mountain stone that he had cut at the beginning, and it was tightly sealed, so that if you didn't look carefully, you couldn't tell that there had been a passive hand or foot here.

In the space of the mountain wall, Zhang Xiaotian gradually revealed his figure, took out the illusion mirror from his arms, shook his left hand, and a trace of breath drilled out along the gap, revealing the situation outside on the mirror surface of the illusion mirror.

Five minutes...... A quarter of an hour...... An hour passed, there was no movement in the blood lake, and Zhang Xiaotian was not in a hurry, he had enough time to consume.

Moreover, he also knew in his dream the time when the thing appeared in the stockade, which means that he will show up at that point at the latest.

At this moment, there was a sudden trace of anomaly in the passage above the Blood Lake, and the sound of the water that had been rushing seemed to be a little dull.

Suddenly, more than a dozen figures fell from the passage, one after another, into the lake of blood.

Gurgling ...... The blood lake tumbled violently, like boiling water, and eleven figures rose and fell in the "lake water".

Through the illusion mirror, Zhang Xiaotian could see that the eleven figures were all red, and blood gushed out from every pore, merging into the blood lake.

In a short time, eleven living people turned into eleven dried corpses, and gradually sank into the depths of the blood lake.

Zhang Xiaotian looked at this scene, his pupils contracted slightly.

He wasn't sure if he would have ended up in the same fate if he had fallen into this lake of blood before.

……

"Zhai, Zhai, it's not good!"

At dawn, several figures rushed into Fan Wenqing's residence with shouts.

Today is three days after the last disappearance, Fan Wenqing did not sleep all night, made a pot of strong tea, and sat in the lobby waiting for the news of the night watchman arranged by him.

"There shouldn't be any dead ends...... Fan Wenqing thought carefully while holding the teacup, "...... Even the most remote cemetery has been arranged with manpower, and the Fan family's gathering place is guarded by the most elite warriors in the village...... Hopefully the perpetrators will be caught tonight. ”

At this moment, "Zhai, Zhai, no! ”

A panicked voice came from the gate of the front yard.

Fan Wenqing was startled, his hand shook, the tea cup fell to the ground and shattered, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

He hurriedly stood up and walked briskly towards the front yard, when he saw several samurai who were on vigil rushing over in a panic.

"Calm down!"

He hurriedly shouted.

As soon as a black-clothed warrior saw Fan Wenqing, he immediately said urgently, "Village master, it's not good, the eighth uncle's family, and Fan Xiaowu's team are missing together!" ”

This person is obviously also a member of the Fan family.

"What?!"

Fan Wenqing was shocked, not to mention the eighth uncle's family, Fan Xiaowu was a person he valued very much. This son's talent is excellent among the younger generation, Fan Wenqing cultivated him as the future owner of the village, and his disappearance made Fan Wenqing feel shocked and angry.

"Any clues?"

He hurriedly asked.

"This ......" the black-clothed warrior lowered his head in shame and said, "We have carefully searched the area near Fan Xiaowu's ambush site, and found nothing, just like the previous times, the person seemed to disappear out of thin air. ”

"Oops! That's ......"

Fan Wenqing thumped his chest, then suddenly thought of something, and asked, "Did Mr. Zhang come back?" ”

"This ...... It seems that Fan Ju has no news there! ”

Fan Wenqing calmed down, and just wanted to speak, when suddenly a group of people rushed in at the door, and they were also panicked.

"Owner of the village, something happened, something happened."

"I already know, and I'm investigating the disappearance of Xiaowu and Lao Ba."

The visitor was stunned, "What?" Xiaowu and Eighth Uncle are also missing? ”

Fan Wenqing was also stunned, didn't you come here in a hurry to talk about this thing?

"What's going on?"

The bad premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.

"The owner of the village is not good!" The person who came also came back to his senses, and said with a hurried face: "We, the corpses of our Fanjiazhai cemetery are gone." ”

"What!"

"What!"

The black-clothed warrior who came to report first exclaimed at the same time as Fan Wenqing.

"The corpses of our Fanjiazhai cemetery are gone!"

The man said it again.

"How is that possible?" The black-clothed warrior said incredulously: "Who did it, not to mention 'stealing people', but even stealing corpses?" ”

"How did you find out?"

Fan Wenqing glared at the visitor and asked.

The person who came was already sweating profusely at the moment, "Village master, tonight, a few of us were guarding the blood velvet flower garden near the cemetery, and accidentally found that the blood velvet flower that was originally growing well had withered one by one. ”

Speaking of this, the visitor paused, calmed down, and then continued:

"At that time, we were in a hurry, this blood velvet flower was related to the cultivation resources of the warriors in the village, and we must not make mistakes, so we picked up the soil under the withered blood velvet flower——"

"Although the Bloodvelvet Flower Garden is close to the cemetery, there is still some distance, how can you notice the changes in the tomb?"

Fan Wenqing's eyes were like sharp blades.

"Owner, listen to me, but after we peeled off the soil, we found that the stratum under the blood velvet flower was completely empty, and we only moved slightly, and then it collapsed, and even the soil layer of the tomb collapsed under the chain reaction......"

Needless to say, everyone guessed the latter situation, it must have been found that the corpse disappeared when cleaning the soil layer of the tomb.

(End of chapter)