After being poured with a "cold heart" by the boy's urine, the City God Temple in front of the two people before naturally disappeared.

As Mo Xiaoyou walked forward, he was thinking about how this blue cloth robe had managed to reach the City God Temple? Could it be that this person still has something to open in this kind of dungeon?

In other words, although he is the protagonist of the Heavenly Dao in this world, this kind of hanging is too exaggerated, right? Could it be that there was really a "Xiaoqian" to guide him all the way, and then he happened to meet "Yan Chixia" so coincidentally, and then cleaned up "grandma" together?

Although she was full of doubts, the road still had to move forward. At least Ah Niu has completely regained his vitality, and at the strong request of the ink demon, he walked behind the right diagonal at the downwind outlet.

Unlike the previous two tombs, which were closely connected, the third tomb took two people about a quarter of an hour to see a faint edge.

This time, it went directly from a fantasy ghost movie to a horror movie. By this point, the previous mist had thickened to the point where it was impossible to discern something five meters away.

But even so, it is still faintly visible, the pines and cypresses in the distance are towering to the sky, and the most terrifying thing is that there is something hanging on the branches of these pines and cypresses.

Even though there is no wind in the fog, these hanging "ornaments" are still swinging one by two.

"Ninth Young Master, you said, there won't be all corpses hanging here, right?"

The big bull god approached mysteriously, and a smell of urine rushed straight to his nose, and the ink demon directly held his breath, didn't even look back, and said directly: "Speak well, stay away from me." ”

This kind of obvious dislike made Ah Niu pout, and he took two steps back obediently, and then urged Mo Xiaoyou: "Ninth Young Master, I heard that this hanged person will pull the tongue of the old elder, and there is a white impermanence in the underworld, isn't it the old tongue?" It's like hanging by the river......"

Mo Xiaoyou helplessly listened to the chatter of the gossip man who suddenly turned into a gossip man in his ears, but his attention was completely attracted by the countless windless automatic "pine and cypress pendants" in front of him.

At least the crow's mouth of the big cow is right - these pendants are really all kinds of corpses, or corpses with all kinds of poison, and the swing of these corpses has its own rules.

As long as a living person encounters one of them, the chain reaction will cause the living person to encounter a dozen or twenty corpses containing different toxins one after another, and then ...... This former living person can also be hung directly on the tree, forming a kind of integrated poison pendant......

It's just that this kind of poison is not difficult for Mo Xiaoyou, Qingluan Fire is one of the most powerful fires in the demon world, and it is no problem to burn the corpse and purify the toxin.

The difficulty is that how can she light the Qingluan fire in front of the mallet of the big bull, and let him know that she is so "different", who knows what the reaction will be?

She wasn't afraid that he would return to the provincial capital and shout loudly, if he was really so uninteresting, her little witchcraft would be solved, mainly in case he scared him stupid, and then ran between the five graves, it would not be good......

"Don't worry, Xiaolang! What do you see this is? ”

With a smell of urine, a sparkling fire fold suddenly appeared in front of the ink demon. Looking at the rather elaborate bamboo tube in front of her, the doubts in Mo Xiaoyou's heart rose again, but this time, she didn't rush to speak, just nodded and said:

"I didn't expect you to prepare everything, now that you have an idea, then you hurry up and raise the fire. We hurried past this paragraph. ”