The corpse golem was stunned for a moment, and before he could figure out what was going on, he separated.

The rest of the body had no support points, and all the bones were scattered to the ground at once. One piece is black and the other is gray, just like garbage.

Before he could fully recover from the corpse puppet, another "Click!" came from another corner not far away. "Click!" sounds.

Jiang Futing immediately turned around reflexively, and sure enough, on the ground not far away, there was a dried corpse like a briquette, staggering out of the soil.

Before it could stand firmly, its empty eyes were staring at the direction of Jiang Futing's side with thick greed.

I just happened to meet his gaze.

The corpse puppet felt his gaze so excited that he couldn't wait, and he didn't wait for his bones to be put together, so he limped all the way towards Jiang Futing.

The level of these corpse puppets is similar to the level used by Ning Qiuyu when Jiang Futing was in the mirror, and they don't have any spiritual intelligence.

It seems that Ning Qiuyu secretly learned these relatively simple techniques.

Moreover, these bones were all ordinary people before they were born, and their physical fitness was average, and the bones were burned like this, and they were not beaten by the group of corpse puppets who had the Tao to add their bodies.

He leaned slightly to the side, slashing the back of the neck with his knife as the corpse passed by him.

The corpse golem staggered and took more steps, and its head rolled to the ground like a ball.

These corpse puppets who have just woken up are probably the ones he encountered last night.

Jiang Futing kicked the bones on his feet with a slight mockery, there are ghosts below the mountainside, and corpses above the mountainside, but they are clearly divided.

As soon as this thought arose, as if his words were so disrespectful, the surroundings crackled like a festival, and he felt countless eyes shooting at him at the same time, which could pierce him through the heart!

When a corpse puppet came out of the soil, the movement was not very obvious, but when countless corpse golems broke through the ground together, the ground under their feet seemed to be shaking, constantly shaking and trembling, and the ground was like a piece of tofu, although it was about to collapse from time to time.

He could even hear the rumbling sound from the center of the earth, low and turbulent, spreading from his feet to the end of the distant mountain forest.

Jiang Futing couldn't help but be a little frightened, and before he could think of a countermeasure, the soil under his feet seemed to explode, rising into the sky, and the mud and stones suddenly fell like a torrential rain.

A skeleton is struggling to emerge from the ground.

He immediately stepped back, but within two steps, behind him was a corpse puppet that had been out for a while.

The light in the woods was already very dim, and the lush tree trunks were closely arranged, which would have made so many corpse puppets close to each other at once, that he couldn't even see the shadows of the trees in front of him.

There is simply no way out.

Under the layers of pressure, he couldn't help but sweat overflowing on his forehead, but in this critical situation, before he could think about it at all, all the corpse puppets seemed to feel the breath of the living here, and they all gathered here.

Looking down from a high place, there is a large area of Wuyang, like a surging black tide, towards it

Flapping in the same place.

Jiang Futing didn't plan to spend time dealing with these things at all, otherwise he would only be besieged here for a long time, and his life and death would be consumed.

At the same time as the corpse puppet behind him took the lead in flying over, he suddenly turned into a gray sword in his hand, and his body spun, and he neatly cut off his head from its back.

A sword fell, and the corpse golem that had just crawled out of the dirt closest to him had clearly been put together and strode towards him, and the other two were clearly followed by it on either side.

He didn't pause, he took the initiative to step forward directly, and suddenly jumped up at the same time as he raised his sword, stepping on its pitted shoulder bones with his toes, straight to his spine, and when his head hit the ground, his body immediately turned back, and the gray sword suddenly swept towards the two behind.

"Click!" "Click!" "Click!"

The successive sounds of landing sound crisp and pleasant.

But just as his body hit the ground, the paper bird in his pocket actually slipped out and floated in another direction under the air fluctuations of energy impact.

He immediately stabbed the gray sword to the ground, his body turned over with his strength, his eyes quickly grabbed it, and when he turned over again, his eyes just inadvertently swept from the towering branches and leaves.

A light lit up in his dark eyes.

There is no place on the ground, so it's always okay to go up a tree, and he doesn't believe that these imbecile corpse puppets can climb trees.

With this thought, he didn't hesitate at all, and rushed towards the taller old tree recently, sweeping a few more skulls along the way.

There are many hundreds of years old trees in this mountain forest, and he didn't run too much to find a suitable target, and he turned into a gray line and threw it on the nearest branch.

When he jumped, he pulled it and landed steadily on the branch like a spider spirit.

The corpse puppets below saw that Xiang Bao suddenly flew away from their eyes, and they were so angry that they almost jumped to their feet, and they circled around the tree one by one in a rage.

There were even a few attempts to climb up the tree, but all of them were so clumsy that they just stuck to the bark and fell down.

Jiang Futing breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, sat quietly on the tree for a while, and turned back to his state, only then did he notice that his other palm had a particularly piercing touch.

He hurriedly spread out his hand, looking at the 'dying' paper bird in his palm, probably subconsciously exerting a little effort when he had just escaped, and half of his body was pinched by him.

The paper bird seemed to sense his 'concern' gaze, and still had some remaining breath to move the wings of a thin needle, but now a dry strip.

He was also a little embarrassed, but he couldn't apologize for such an awkward thing, so he could only say very bluntly: "Why don't you hurry up?" ”

The paper bird that was inexplicably criticized: "······"

It also wants to hurry up, but Bai Tang is a fool, and he didn't even think about folding two feet into it when he was origami!

Jiang Futing felt that he must be guilty, otherwise how could he feel that this paper bird with no ears, nose and eyes seemed to look at him with grievances.

Anyway, no matter what the reason, he finally squeezed out a trace of stingy sympathy, and finally pinched and restored the deflated place

The original state, by the way, slightly modified, at least it doesn't look as unsightly as before.

"It's better to hide this time, or next time it'll be shredded paper." Jiang Futing said in a light and threatening tone.

The paper bird was overjoyed and surprised, and immediately took the initiative to burrow into his pocket.

There were still a lot of corpse puppets under the tree, some of them were impatient and went to wander around elsewhere, he looked down for a moment, and sighed.

I guess I have to stay in the tree until dawn, otherwise I will have to be fenced off even if I go down.

He sighed in his heart, and looked directly in the direction of the top of the mountain, perhaps standing high and looking far away, even the spear-like flag erected in the air was much clearer in this thick night.

At this time, the pleasant and vague "jingle bell" seemed to come from a very distant margin, Jiang Futing thought that he had heard it wrong, and immediately calmed down and carefully distinguished.

"Jingle bell!" "Jingle bell!"

The voice was long and pleasant, it sounded far away, but it seemed to be close to the ears in every corner of the mountain.

It seems to be a bell.

Where did the bell come from?

I can't tell the direction at all when I hear it too much, it seems to be around my head, and it's everywhere.

Could it be that this thing controlled the movement of the corpse golem, and he looked down at the few walking skeletons below.

But after thinking about it, he felt that it was wrong, and before the corpse puppet woke up, he was sure that he had not heard the sound of this bell, only the beginning just now.

He closed his eyes again and tried to listen again, but not only did he find nothing, but the sound of the bell was like a sharp knife piercing from all around, and he had a headache to hear.

Jiang Futing had to give up for the time being, and when he didn't know what this thing was for, he could only continue to be scared, so as not to have an accident, and he could retreat.

Only when the corpse puppets under the tree were almost scattered did he set off.

In the dark night, a slender figure kept scurrying on the branches of the mountain forest, and when he touched the branches and leaves on his toes, he saw the branches tremble slightly, and a small circle of faint gray gas was opened, and it was still as usual, as if even a gust of wind had not come.

Under the persecution of many desperate battles, Jiang Futing is now able to control the turbidity accurately to the point and release it freely.

The path he walked was the direction of Bai Tang guided by the paper bird, but he didn't expect that after half a day, Bai Tang's breath didn't feel it at all, and the bell that disturbed his headache just now became louder and louder.

It's not like it's now, it's really in my ears.

Could it be that the bell was made by Bai Tang?

He guessed wildly, and flew over a few old trees through the gray silk, and finally saw a figure walking slowly under the tree not far away.

Jiang Futing has been a spider spirit all the way, and he can finally be a serious person for a while.

He chose a tree with a good angle, and quietly hid in the dense branches and leaves, hiding all the breath, leaving only the black figure to completely blend into the dark night.

Even if you get closer, you will only think that it is a shadow shrouded in the leaves.

Under the trees

The man was hunched on his back, looking thin and thin, and his shirt was a little loose, and when the wind blew, he could roll away the clothes of the person.

His body was a little shaky, his steps were a little trembling because of fear, and he looked back step by step as he walked, for fear that something behind him would suddenly pounce on him and bite him.

Just when he turned around, Jiang Futing recognized the person in front of him in disbelief.

Chief!

Ning Yuan and Yu Youyi did not admit their mistake.

Li Liang didn't know what he was being followed, and he seemed to be carrying something in his dry hand, which glowed with a shiny cold metallic luster, and was reflected in Jiang Futing's eyes by the darkness.

And with every step he takes, he has to knock on the metal in his hand, "Jingle bell!" It spread out quickly from his hand, and the whole mountain forest was filled with lingering sounds.

This bell was actually in his hand, and Jiang Futing stared at him in surprise.

After pondering for a long time, he noticed that the corpse puppet that had entangled him on the road just now, but none of them found him! It was as if there was something about him that the corpse puppets particularly hated or repulsed.

Jiang Futing's sharp gaze stuck to the bell he struck with a step like glue, and decisively attributed the reason to this.

It's this village chief who is so good, why do you go up the mountain at night? And where did he get the bell in his hand?

Li Liang's walking speed was not much faster than that of a turtle, and after walking for a long time, he finally moved away from his sight, Jiang Futing carefully stood up from the branch, and was about to move again, but there was a sudden swishing coolness on the back of his neck, and before he could turn around, the familiar smell rolled from the surroundings.

(End of chapter)