Typhoon Mo never imagined that it would rain so heavily in late autumn.

His hair and clothes were wet.

The blood marks on the sword's body were also washed away by the rain little by little.

But the ancient corpses in the river were still climbing up the bank.

What kind of road is connected to the Liao River, Mo Typhoon does not know.

Looking up at the dark night, Mo Feng bowed his body with his sword and retreated little by little.

Fortunately, by the light of the fire from the dead trees in the forest, I could barely see the situation in front of me.

The ancient corpse on the shore was as flexible as a cat in the night, and its yellowed eyes were only dull and dead.

Mo Tai raised his sword and slashed at a figure that rushed over, the body of the sword as red as carbon, tearing through the clothes on the ancient corpse.

At that moment, Mo Feng suddenly retreated in fear, panting violently.

The chest of the corpse was a strange iron blue, and above it, there was a blood-red fingerprint, ten fingers intertwined, like an upside-down blood lotus.

Under the complicated fingerprints, there is a vertical dense pattern, which is Sanskrit.

The crimson sword body slashed into the ancient corpse's chest, leaving only a white scar.

Unable to care about anything else, Mo Typhoon turned around and ran away like crazy.

Looking back, Mo Tai's face was slightly happy, because the forest was full of people.

"You're here, Xiaozhuang, move the sword seal quickly......"

Mo Feng rushed over happily, and halfway through his words, he suddenly realized something, his heart trembled, and his steps froze.

He is in the Motai family, there are not so many people!

With a roar, he swung his sword and slashed the burning tree, the huge trunk crooked to his feet like a torch.

Mo Typhoon finally saw those people clearly, and it was precisely because he saw them clearly that Mo Typhoon's lips suddenly lost a little blood, and after a long time, the same words as Mo Taizhuang roared out of his mouth: "Ghost! ”

Mo Typhoon has never seen many dead people since he was a child, let alone seen so many dead Taoist monks and some figures who are obviously not dressed as Han people.

The dark red peachwood sword was broken in half, and it was slanted into the hearts of those Taoist priests, and the blood stains seemed to have not dried, and the half-pinched sword was still frozen in his hand......

The Buddha beads tightly strangled the monk's neck and hung up out of thin air......

The mottled bugs kept shedding from the figures dressed as aliens......

The blood flowed into a ravine.

It's as if everyone is dying on the faith they live by......

The strings that were tightly tense in Mo Feng's mind broke, and he staggered and wanted to rush out.

It wasn't until in the dense crowd of dead people that Mo Tai saw rusty swords scattered all over the place, and next to the sword were the dead people of the Mo Tai family.

At that moment, Mo Feng's chest was stuffy, his expression was panicked, and he fell to the ground.

At the last glance of Mo Typhoon, I vaguely saw a figure walking out of the depths of the night, followed by the melodious sound of the flute......

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When Mo Typhoon woke up, his ears were still lively, and the smell of mutton was still golden and fragrant.

The yellow sheep is still roasted on the campfire.

Mo Taizhuang was squatting by the fire, chewing mutton and pointing at Mo Feng and smiling: "Brother Feng, you still laugh at me, I can still come back alive, you look at yourself, if it weren't for Sister Ah Xun, I'm afraid you were tricked by wolves, and we don't know......"

Mo Typhoon's cousin also burst into tears: "Ah Feng, you usually always say that you are bold, this time you will see the real chapter!" Lost the dead, I was scared and fainted, and I was carried back by a girl's family, you are not ashamed to panic...... Oops, no, no, no, I'm laughing to death......"

Mo Typhoon realized that the sweat on his body was like washing, and the laughter in his ears did not let Mo Typhoon get rid of the fear that still remained in his heart, but he stumbled and packed his things, and said in a trembling voice: "Hurry up, this place can't stay, while the rain stops, let's ......go back quickly."

The abrupt silence made Mo Feng feel that something was wrong: "What do you all see me doing?" ”

Mo Taizhuang put down the leg of mutton in his hand, put his hand on Mo Tai's forehead, and looked extremely strange: "Brother, aren't you sick?" Where does the rain come from? ”

The night sky over the campfire, dotted with stars, and the bright moon hanging high, was unprecedentedly good, and the ground was very dry, without the slightest sign of rain.

Mo Feng looked at it blankly, suddenly kicked away Mo Taizhuang, and muttered: "How is it possible, go, go now, go back overnight, this place is wrong, there is really a ......"

Before the ghost word could be spoken, Mo Taizhuang, who had been kicked, covered his stomach and laughed again, and when he finished laughing, he wiped the corners of his eyes and said, "Brother Feng, you, you, you...... You are really more timid than me, where the hell did you come from, I was dazzled, and I couldn't see anything clearly in the dark, so I mistook Sister Ah Xun for some kind of ghost...... Oh, it's all to blame for the Taoist monks who came to our house in the past and always used some ghostly stories to scare us, but I didn't think about it, you are more afraid of this thing than me hahahaha......"

Mo Typhoon finally noticed the name that had been appearing in the mouths of Mo Taizhuang and others, and wondered: "Ah Xun? ”

Mo Taizhuang pointed behind Mo Tai: "Now, what about you behind, have you ever seen such a beautiful ghost?" ”

Mo Feng turned his head violently, but saw that the girl was sitting on the skin, smiling at herself.

Ah Xun gently tore a small piece of mutton, a little dissatisfied: "Yes, am I so scary?" ”

Mo Typhoon blushed and said, "Heli...... River ......"

Ah Xun put down the mutton, clapped his hands, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "There is a naked stunned young man bathing in the river, and he is still a timid ......."

Mo Feng lowered his head, his cheeks were hot, and he wanted to say something, but when he looked up at the bright moonlight, he had to swallow the words back again, and sat on the ground dejectedly without speaking.

Mo Taizhuang smiled evilly and asked, "Brother Feng, what did you see in the river, tell me!" ”

Someone smiled and said: "Today I understand, Mo Typhoon, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, is afraid to see the girl's house, and he fainted with fear......"

Everyone laughed.

Mo Feng glanced at the Ah Xun girl who was covering her mouth and snickering, and clasped her fingers sheepishly: "Who would be afraid of her!" ”

In the end, he lay down on the paved leather angrily, rubbed his sweaty palms, and said with little confidence: "It's just a nightmare, what's so funny, I'll sleep first, and I have to climb a few mountains tomorrow to go back......"

With his hands on his head, the fear in Mo Feng's heart still did not fade, and the unwilling and powerless gazes of the dead Taoist monks appeared in his mind over and over again......

Tossing and turning, Mo Feng couldn't help but look at the girl Ah Xun who he had already seen during the day.

Miss Ah Xun smiled and covered Mo Typhoon very gently, and turned her face sideways, which was really good-looking.

This made it impossible for Mo Typhoon to connect Miss Ah Xun to that terrible thing no matter what.

Therefore, Mt. Mo also thought dejectedly, it might be a nightmare, after all, the moonlight is so good, there is no rain, no thunder, and no ghosts......

Thinking like this, Mo Feng fell into a deep sleep, only there was no tightly fitting scabbard under his body, and there was still a trace of imperceptible blood......

:,,!!