There are always countless ghosts floating in the dense forest at night.

A figure was running at high speed, and as he ran, the cat shrank his head and bent his arms behind his back, shaking back and forth eerily.

On his hands, there were circles of black shadows, and the shadows were woven into strange shapes, as if there were several extra legs on his body, and they were chasing him closely behind him, leaving shallow and dull footprints on the ground.

One person was stunned and ran out of a posture where at least three people were chasing each other.

And he landed lightly, no matter how dense the bushes in front of him, he didn't care to pass through them, and at a glance, it really seemed as if there was a ghost in the darkness.

At the same moment, in another mountain road not far away, a pitch-black kunai lightning silently passed through, as if an invisible baton, there was a vague figure, constantly flickering, and soon even the shadow disappeared into the mountain road.

。。。。。。

The forest zone is intertwined with shrubs and trees, and the undulating mountains are dense with shrubs almost everywhere on the gentle slopes on the sunny side, depending on the density of sunlight.

Patches, clumps, more than one person high, shoulder to shoulder, plus the air is moist, I don't know how many mosquitoes, ants, and leeches are hidden inside, and one person passes through, and immediately buzzes and covers his face, startling a group.

One after another, the black-clothed figures passed through quickly, and a sharp light curtain appeared on the heavy evil's body, and those leaves, mosquitoes and ants, as long as they touched his body, they immediately seemed to be stuffed with a handful of explosives in his body.

From a distance, it looked like a speedboat flying across the sea, and everything cracked at his feet, blasting a passageway.

However, he didn't notice that there was a strange thing hanging from the ants and mosquitoes that he blew up - a small black scorpion, whose compound eyes were turning coldly, reflecting the faces of the people in black.

In the distance, about 300 meters away, the center of a rotting tree trunk was hollowed out, and on a lifeless torso, the cold and ruthless eyes seemed to pass by as if there were a slide of pictures.

With the trunk of the tree as the center, there were black scorpions crawling back and forth on the ground silently.

Zheng!

The faint sound is muffled by the sound of footsteps breaking leaves.

At the back of the neck of a man in black at the back of the line, a thin magnetic needle shot out of the shadow, slammed into his spine and into his skull.

His eyes went dark, and then he touched his slightly swollen head as if he didn't notice it, and continued to run forward to keep up with the team.

Wang Siyun's feet suddenly paused, and the dark green cat pupils flickered with green light strangely, like two ghost fires in the dark.

He turned his head to look behind him, frowned and looked around, vaguely always feeling that someone was secretly peeping at him and others, but his perception was scattered, except for the insects and ants in one place, he did not feel the fluctuations of human life.

"My lord, what's wrong?" Qin Shihu asked in a low voice, his eyes also glancing around vigilantly.

"It's okay, I may have read it wrong." Wang Siyun exhaled, and suddenly felt that he was thinking too much, and he sped up to follow.

Not long after they left, some of the startled insects and ants fell back to the ground, and suddenly there was a "click" grinding sound from the hidden tree hole next to them.

"Very acute, hehe."

The creeping figure, as if shrouded in a black shadow, slowly emerged from the hole in the tree, and then, suddenly, the black shadow shrank back strangely.

It didn't take long for a while.

A beautiful milky white boot gently stepped on Wang Siyun's position just now, and a white arm as white as a lotus stretched out from the loose robe and slowly pressed to the ground.

"The most annoying thing is these pickled bugs." The yin and yang strange voice complained, Qu Li's eyeshadow was slightly raised, but his face looked indescribably mysterious and vicious.

There was a yin wind blowing in the sleeve robe, and a few points of purple fire erupted, and a circle with a diameter of several zhang was burned on the ground.

The yin wind trembled, Qu Li's eyes turned a strange purple, there was a faint glow in the pupils swirling, and dozens of yin winds were like spiritual snakes, swimming gently, slowly approaching Qu Li.

There was a strange "chirping" sound in the surrounding bushes, as if there were countless ghosts walking through the grass, gray, like a thin spider web, the gray mist with a kind of decaying, vicious breath, slowly drilled out of the ground, with the flutter of the yin wind towards the surrounding kilometers began to spread in a fan.

"Ghost poison!"

Qu Li slowly raised his palm, straightened up, stayed in place for a while, and walked into the distance.

And as he walked forward, in the invisible grass, countless poisonous insects, snakes and ants all became fragmented, and their armor and bodies fell to the ground softly, turning into countless ashes that penetrated into the ground.

The flesh and blood essence of the whole body was strangely devoured, and the corpse was like a dry corpse that had been weathered for thousands of years, and there was no water at all.

The surroundings became quiet.

This time, when Qu Li's figure disappeared, half an hour had passed, and in the tree hole next to it, the red sand scorpion slowly walked out.

The edges of the entire black robe turned gray, and the shell of the hem of the scarlet amber faintly showed a scar like a decaying tree.

The red sand scorpion shook lightly with both hands, and one by one the metallic scorpions were dragged out, and the entire metal surface of the vast majority of the scorpions suddenly shattered into pieces in the process of dragging, and the parts exposed inside had actually turned into a puddle of gray powder long ago.

"Terrible toxic !!"

The Red Sand Scorpion itself is very knowledgeable about toxicology, and now it is more and more aware of the terrible lethality of this poison at the moment.

"And, terrible penetration."

The ground beneath the Red Sand Scorpion's feet suddenly cracked, and iron boxes made of chains floated up from the ground.

The iron cable was rusty, and the outermost layers had fallen off into ashes, and inside were the sluggish Yang Zhen and the unconscious Zhao Xuehuang.

The two of them didn't know that they had probably gone through the ghost gate just now.

"Perhaps, it will be a good material."

The Red Sand Scorpion stared at the direction Qu Li left, and on the fierce face of Scarlet Amber that had not changed for thousands of years, there was actually a strange hint of a gloomy smile.