Tong Dora swallowed his saliva and summoned the dragon slayer to hold it in front of his chest.

I saw that the dry corpse was lying on its body, and the person on his shoulder was the owner of the roadside inn - Li Dahai.

Li Dahai had no scars on his body, and he was gasping for breath, probably stunned. It seems that his good fortune is coming to an end.

The dry corpse raised a hand and was about to reach it when he remembered the sound of the piano, and he roared like a wild beast.

Then he turned and ran deeper into the tomb.

They followed, puzzled that the dried corpse seemed to have been found on their own.

Because the brains, blood, and organs of these dried corpses have been completely sucked up, and their souls are scattered. There is a fundamental loss of consciousness of autonomy. It can only be manipulated. But they didn't have the aura of divine power on them, how did he find out about them?

Suspicious, they followed the corpse into a black hole.

At this time, the black hole was lit by firelight, and they were surrounded by dried corpses, and on the ground were twenty men who had been taken captive tonight.

The top of the cave was dripping, and bright red blood was stirring the white slurry.

They looked up and were stunned by what they saw.

Densely hung upside down the man's corpse, his feet nailed to the cave wall, his belly turned out, obviously torn, and all his internal organs hollowed out. And what dripped before was the ** inside the human braincase.

These are the people who were taken into captivity two days ago.

What is the purpose of such madness?

Faced with this bloody and disgusting picture, the fear in Tong Dora's heart was replaced by anger.

At this time, several men slowly crawled out of other small holes in the cave, their bellies had been stitched up, and their eyes were hollow.

Mo Han's eyes were piercing: "They have been refined into puppets. And they are all immortal-level. ”

Third Uncle Feng was surprised: "How can it be refined into an immortal rank in two days?" ”

The corners of Mo Han's mouth hooked up a sneer: "It seems that the other party is really painstaking!" ”

Mo Han raised his hand, and the dried corpse that had been watching them before was dragged to the front of the enchantment, and with a slight clench of his fist, the head of the dried corpse was crushed to pieces.

……

The bronze mirror image suspended in the air suddenly stopped, and the masked man smiled: "The waste man whose dantian is all damaged? Interesting, found out so quickly? Then I'll play with you. ”

As he spoke, he elegantly sat down in front of a lyre, made of paulownia wood, and painted with red and black lacquer, simple and gorgeous.

His slender fingers touched the strings, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly: "Ambush for you from all sides." ”

He looked at the middle of the bronze mirror, and the next moment it was back to normal.

Mo Han noticed another dried corpse watching them, and the entire cavern was filled with the sound of a harp.

He said to Uncle Feng San and Tong Dorala, nine thousand years old: "He is using the dry corpse to monitor us, and the sound of the piano should be transmitted through a certain medium." ”

Tong Dora was interested: "I didn't expect to listen to the guqin version of the ten-sided ambush, which is better than playing the pipa." The man behind the bronze mirror smiled with satisfaction when he heard this.

Tong Dora continued: "But this bastard's hands are covered with blood, and he is not worthy of playing the piano. ”

The man suppressed his smile and his face was cold, and one of the strings was broken.

He pulled off the half of the string and stabbed it at the bronze mirror, and said angrily: "Tong Duo! ”

Their barrier was pierced by the strings that shot out of the bronze mirror and plunged into the ground.

Tong Dora was shocked: "Which pervert calls your ancestor me, the turtle grandson, come out!" ”

The man's secret guard had never seen the master make such a big fire, he lowered his head and didn't dare to look directly, this woman was the master's minefield.

The man brushed his sleeves away, leaving behind a sentence: "As long as I am a child, everyone else will die." ”