Jiang Futing's clean and neat move finally stopped the Yin soldiers who were following them with perseverance just now.

The miasma around the area, which had been swept up by the fight, also calmed down little by little.

Jiang Futing's frowning eyebrows were not relieved by this.

He stood not far away, not daring to slack the gray sword in his hand, staring at the direction of the explosion just now.

Mei Jibei stood behind him with palpitations, poking his head in a cowering manner, and looked ahead together.

"Dead?" He asked quietly.

Jiang Futing's eyes flickered like starlight, and the quiet environment made him fall into a huge uneasiness.

Just as when he came in before, he always felt that there was an elusive earth-shattering wave hidden under the quiet and peace.

And at this moment, the wave seemed to hit him in front of him, barely reaching his body, covering his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He quickly weighed it in his mind and said, "You stay here and don't move." ”

Then he clutched the sword in his hand tightly, and took heavy steps, and he walked forward little by little.

But then, something unexpected happened to him!

He stopped where he had confronted the Yin Soldier just now, but there was nothing at the moment.

There are no residual energy fluctuations, and there is no residual Yin soldier breath.

It was as if the Yin soldiers just now were just their hallucinations and had never appeared.

One person sees it is an illusion, but two people see it, can it still be an illusion?

He took his sword and flicked the ground at his feet, and with a slight pick of the tip of the sword, the sand and dust on the ground seemed to have touched something terrible, and they fluttered everywhere as if frightened, and in a short time his soul was enveloped.

When he was entangled in dust, he felt very uncomfortable, not just a mental cleanliness habit, this uncomfortable feeling came from the sand itself.

It's like the instinctive rejection of people when they are confronted with something that makes them disgusting or threatening.

Without hesitation, he shook away the dust that was next to him, and as the dust dispersed, it disappeared into the surrounding miasma.

Jiang Futing suddenly realized something, raised his hand suddenly, and pinched the dust in front of him that had not yet completely seeped into the miasma.

The dust was so fine that it was impossible to see clearly with the naked eye, and I didn't know how many of these suspended dusts could gather into a large area in front of me, and even cover the miasma of the entire city.

Jiang Futing sniffed the dust pinched on his fingertips, his face, which was not easy to approach, was so gloomy that it seemed like he wanted to eat people.

Mei Jibei, who was standing behind him some distance away, could sense the change in his mood at the moment, and suddenly strode up.

"What's wrong? What did you find? Mei Jibei asked curiously.

Jiang Futing rubbed his fingertips.

He was still wondering where the Yin soldiers of that team had gone, why didn't they even have any breath.

And the moment he smelled the dust himself, he had the answer.

Although the smell hidden in the dust was so faint, so faint that it was almost negligible.

But Jiang Futing is too sensitive to this kind of taste, and he has had two opportunities to soak in the sea of corpses for a long time before after receiving orders over the years.

Even though he is highly resistant to these smells, his sensitivity is quite high.

It can be said that no matter whether it is light or heavy, as long as there is, it can be quickly captured by him.

As for the group of Yin soldiers who disappeared out of thin air just now, there was such an insignificant small part in his hands at the moment.

As for most of the rest, they have been shaken away by him and melted into the miasma.

Out of vigilance against Mei Jibei, Jiang Futing didn't plan to tell him this detail, he just flicked off the ash in his hand and said lightly: "It's okay, I read it wrong." ”

Next, he talked about topic one

Zhuan: "Didn't you notice that this Yin soldier suddenly disappeared?" ”

Mei Jibei looked around for a while, and then said in surprise: "It's true!" Didn't you just beat them to pieces? ”

Jiang Futing knew the severity of his shot, even if he was really annoyed by being entangled just now, and he was a little ruthless, he had no intention of beating them away.

"Probably not." He said.

Mei Jibei held his chin and thought about it seriously, and said as a matter of course: "Maybe the props in their hands are a little more powerful, they themselves are flashy, and they don't have any combat effectiveness at all, anyway, it's really the best if they are gone, now we can wait for my friend to pick it up with peace of mind." ”

Jiang Futing couldn't figure out whether he deliberately wanted to get over this matter easily, or if he was really naïve.

In short, such naivety made him feel stupid.

However, Mei Jibei had a mentioned sentence that opened his mind.

From the time the two of them came in, miasma was something they couldn't avoid.

Because if you have this kind of thing, it will bring them countless crises and troubles.

And the miasma is so thick, it means that there is something terrible hidden in this place.

But just now, when he saw the ashes of the Yin soldiers drifting into the miasma, combined with Mei Jibei's words, he suddenly had a very bold conjecture.

Is it possible that the miasma in the entire Yucheng City was not deliberately emitted by something, but was accumulated by countless ghosts with scattered souls.

It's just that those scattered souls don't know for some reason, they can't really return to heaven and earth, and can only be forced to block here.

In the end, it accumulated more and more, forming the current miasma.

And from the moment he came in, he smelled a vague smell, but the smell was so ethereal, it was everywhere, and they had walked so far that they didn't necessarily come close or far away, and they always kept that just the right distance, which meant that there was no source of taste.

So on the way here, he had to give up chasing the smell, questioning if there was something wrong with his sense of smell.

Now, it seems, no.

Because every corner of the city is the source of the smell.

As for the purpose of creating this miasma, it is unknown, but it is clear that the more ghosts that are scattered and the more powerful they are, the richer the miasma becomes, and from this point of view, it is beneficial to the development of the people behind the scenes.

So is it possible that someone deliberately reduced the combat effectiveness of the Yin soldiers and made them into paper tigers with no appearance, this is not certain.

"I hope so." Although Jiang Futing's tone was perfunctory, he really hoped that his wife would come to his friends on an equal footing and not cause superfluous incidents in vain.

Unexpectedly, just as he finished speaking, the sound of heavy tapping spread little by little from a very far away place.

The sound was low and muffled at first, like a heavy piece of iron resting on the ground, with the inevitable sound of collision.

But soon, almost between breaths, the strange impact sound became clearer.

The louder volume made it clear to them that the source of the sound was approaching them at a very fast speed.

Every time the sound landed, Jiang Futing felt that there was a heavy hammer following this rhythm, smashing into his chest again and again.

The sense of crisis that had been bad before seemed to have turned off the alarm and sounded in his brain like crazy.

The high decibel sound was like the sound of boiling water, which made him a little dizzy for a while.

Jiang Futing calmed down and asked calmly, "Is it your friend?" ”

Mei Jibei was obviously also confused by this strange noise, and he was stunned for a moment, as if he thought his friend was coming to pick them up at first.

But as the voice drew closer at a very frightening speed, his face slowly changed

It's a little ugly: "It should ...... No, the one I know is a normal ghost, and I didn't hear him say that he bought something strange to use as a mount. ”

After Jiang Futing listened to his words, his dark face was enough to open a dyeing workshop.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of landing did not seem to come from one direction alone, but like a virus, it instantly spread to all directions, surrounding them, and rapidly approaching.

The sound of landing is sonorous and powerful, as if it is beating drums and gold, and every time it steps on the rhythm, it is deafening to hear.

Even the ground under his feet was shaken constantly, and it seemed like a tofu cube that could be dispersed at any time.

Before they could move the location, or come up with other plans, a gray shadow suddenly appeared in the fog barrier not far away.

The shadow grew clearer as the sound rapidly approached.

When Jiang Futing had just seen what the shadow was and opened his eyes slightly, more similar shadows suddenly appeared in the fog barrier.

Those shadows are dense like ants, and they are everywhere in all directions.

Jiang Futing suddenly felt that the two of them were like food that had fallen into the lair, attracting all the Yin soldiers scattered in the city.

Mei Jibei had been so frightened by such a huge number of Yin soldiers that his scalp was numb, his legs were weak, and he almost didn't stand firm and was about to fall on Jiang Futing.

However, a second before he almost fell, Jiang Futing gave him a piercing look very presciently, so scared that he didn't really fall.

I almost forgot that there was a person beside me who was not inferior to these Yin soldiers......

For the first time, Mei Jibei felt that it was not easy for him to live to be in his twenties.

In the blink of an eye, the team of Yin soldiers closest to them was already less than fifty meters away from them.

At the speed at which they were fluttering, it would only be two or three seconds before they arrived.

Jiang Futing observed the movements of these Yin soldiers while thinking about when he had triggered the mechanism that angered them, causing them to come in large numbers.

It can be said that from the time they entered the city to the present, they have been acting cautiously, walking on thin ice, and they are afraid of touching something, but they did not expect that they were finally touched.

And the only possibility that caused these Yin soldiers to get out of control was the team that had just been accidentally killed.

In this urgent situation, he quickly adapted to the current situation, and his calm brain was running fast.

The previous team of Yin soldiers obviously came to touch porcelain, forcing them to make all kinds of shots, once they made their own shots, it was a success in touching porcelain, and all the remaining Yin soldiers were equivalent to being triggered by the switch, in order to find a field for their own kind, they all gathered to avenge the dead comrades.

"Jiang ...... Brother Jiang. Mei Jibei suppressed his uneasiness and stammered: "What's going on?" ”

Things are already getting bigger, how else can they do it?

Jiang Futing looked expressionlessly at the Yin soldiers who were rapidly surging around him, and the turbid power was churning wantonly under his liberation.

He slowly lifted the gray sword, staring at the nearest team in front of him, and his other hand was already touching his cloth bag without a trace.

Even if so many Yin soldiers run, they may not be able to get rid of it cleanly, so it is better to face the difficulties.

The biggest problem now is that I don't know how many Yin soldiers are deployed in this city, and what the combat strength is, if they are all like the team just now, I just need to delay the people called by Meijibei.

I'm afraid......

"It's coming! Here it comes! Mei Jibei suddenly shouted excitedly.

Jiang Futing resisted the urge to block his mouth, and suddenly threw a few Yin Thunder Talismans he had touched into the air.

At the moment when the rune paper "boom-" soared into the air, he suddenly raised his hand and waved the long sword in his hand, and the blade of the sword slashed like a lightning bolt between several rune papers floating in the air.

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