The night was dark, and Chu Feng had no sleep.

In the dim light, his eyes were glued to the demonic pestle on the compass, and the blood-red magnetic needle still stopped impartially at the meridian without any reaction.

More than half of the incense in the incense burner had been burned, and there were ashes left on the ground from the burning rune paper.

This is already the third incense stick after Chen Shanyuan left, if this incense burns out and still can't peek into the general's position, the formation will automatically become invalid.

The previous Four Directions Eight Extremes Array had already consumed too much of his cultivation, and if the Five Elements Corpse Seeking Array failed again this time, it would mean that Chu Feng would not be able to ask for the rune again within seven days in the future, and with his current cultivation, he would not be able to expand his divine sense to search for the general's whereabouts at all.

At this time, there are only two days left before the fifteenth full moon night, if it is still impossible to find out the whereabouts of the general within these two days, once it is reborn, the consequences are indeed as Father Jiang said, unless the Da Luo Immortal personally descends to earth, it will not be able to do anything with the power of the law alone.

As the minutes passed, the green smoke curled above the incense burner, and the incense itself slowly dwelt down as the ashes continued to fall.

Chu Feng's eyes were full of eagerness at this time, a thin layer of cold sweat oozed from his forehead, he raised his hand to wipe it and turned his head to look at the watch on the wall, it was already more than two o'clock in the morning.

Chu Feng's heart became more and more anxious, staring intently at the compass in front of him, "How can it be like this all the time?" Could it be that the general has really left here as Lao Chen said? ”

As soon as he thought of this, Chu Feng's eyes lit up suddenly, and the magnetic needle slowly rotated, and then stopped in a position and trembled slightly.

The incense in the incense burner also fell the last section of incense ash at this time, turning into the last wisp of green smoke and dissipating.

Chu Feng hurriedly picked up the demon pestle, walked around with the compass in both hands, and quickly determined the basic position, and hurriedly went out at the moment and walked quickly in the direction pointed by the magnetic needle.

After three intersections in a row, the position of the Chu Feng magnetic needle changed again, and this time the position of the magnetic needle was a dilapidated old road, and there were no street lights on the old road, because it was in disrepair, and the road surface was even more potholes.

In Chu Feng's impression, there seems to be a steel rolling mill abandoned for many years at the end of this old road, and there seems to be a tube building not far from the rolling mill, which is said to be a dormitory building built out of the factory out of pocket when the rolling mill was glorious, and no one has lived in it for many years.

Chu Feng frowned, didn't think much about it for the moment, turned on the light on his phone and walked straight in.

Both sides of the old road were filled with all kinds of household garbage, and the night breeze brought a foul smell, Chu Feng was paying attention to the changes in the magnetic needle, and at the same time being alert to the situation that might arise around him at any time.

A few minutes later, the silo building that had been abandoned for many years appeared in front of Chu Feng's eyes, but at this time, the arrow of the magnetic needle also changed, trembling slightly and pointing in one direction.

Walking through the tube building area, Chu Feng looked up in the direction pointed by the magnetic needle, which was the factory area of the rolling mill.

The outlines of the pipes and equipment in the factory can be faintly seen under the light of the lights in the city of Meishan not far away, but these lifeless things in the past seem to give people a strange feeling at this time, as if there are unknown dangers hidden under every shadow.

The gate of the factory was locked, the chain on the top was rusty, Chu Feng didn't think about it and turned it in directly, after landing on the ground, Chu Feng shone towards the compass again, the magnetic needle was still motionless at this time, Chu Feng looked around, except for those oppressive factory equipment and pipelines, there was nothing abnormal at the moment, according to the direction pointed by the magnetic needle, Chu Feng cautiously walked towards the depths of the factory.

After passing through an area full of pipes, Chu Feng stopped in front of a tall factory building, which was the direction the magnetic needle was pointing into, and when he looked down to confirm the location, he found that the magnetic needle had sunk, and no matter how he swung the magnetic needle, there was no response.

"What's going on?" Chu Feng couldn't help frowning, his face suddenly changed, "What person?" ”

With a pang in his heart, he hurriedly turned his head to look in one direction, but what appeared in front of him was only the gate of the black hole.

"No, it's not the general's breath!" Chu Feng's face sank, he looked at the door coldly, casually took out the demon suppression pestle, held it tightly in his hand, and forced it over step by step.

Suddenly, the cold light in the doorway flashed, and a black shadow rushed towards him!

At the same time, Chu Feng felt a strong yin aura overwhelmingly rolling over, and at that moment, his eyes were cold, and he took ten steps back, holding the demon pestle and waiting for the other party to approach.

But at this moment, Chu Feng suddenly felt the ground under his feet tremble, and then he saw that the ground cracked, forming irregular cracks, and then bursts of white smoke rose, and more than a dozen mutilated corpses came out of the ground one after another, like walking corpses began to surround Chu Feng.

"The Walking Dead!" Chu Feng's face changed instantly, he had only heard an old Taoist mention it before but had never seen it with his own eyes, this kind of walking corpse was not a zombie that appeared in science fiction movies.

According to the old Tao, this kind of walking corpse art belongs to a kind of corpse driving in Xiangxi, and the original intention was to send the deceased home, but later there were some ill-intentioned warlocks who specially selected some dead corpses without bitter masters, and then brought them back, buried them in the land of the four yin, and then cast evil magic for them to drive.

Although it has many similarities with zombie refining, it is not so cumbersome in terms of time and steps, and of course, it is far inferior to zombies in terms of attack power and speed.

In the blink of an eye, the black shadow had already rushed over with a long sword, Chu Feng was sure in his heart, and the murderous intent in his eyes suddenly appeared and he swung the demon pestle to meet it!