Da!

Da!

Da!

The sound of horses' hooves is like spring thunder, knocking on the earth and ringing in the night sky.

Listening to the sound of horses' hooves behind him, Mo Fan didn't turn around to pay attention, but kept staring at the burning tree fifty meters in front of him, frowning and thinking.

He was thinking about the sharp arrow that flew past him, he had never seen an arrow burst out with such terrifying power, and he had never heard of any arrow with such power.

Especially when the sharp arrow passed through the lantern and scattered the small tornado, and finally, if he read it correctly, the big tree that the arrow hit had a figure with flames running out of it.

And this fiery figure is likely to be the ghost who attacked him just now.

But in an instant, the fiery figure was incinerated to ashes.

This scene had a greater impact on Mo Fan than when he first saw the ghost.

He suddenly couldn't understand the world inside the walls, which was a big subversion of what he had always known.

However, just as he was in a daze, the sound of horses' hooves behind him had already come to him.

In the faint moonlight, I looked at a group of seven black-clothed people wearing black cloaks and coats, half of their faces covered with black wolf-shaped masks, two long knives hanging from their waists, and carrying tiger-headed longbows on their backs, riding green pheasant horses taller than people.

Mo Fan was really taken aback, very shocked.

Because when he was seven or eight years old, his father and mother had a conversation, saying that several deacons in the inner city were interested in letting him enter an organization called "Shadow" for training.

He remembered very well that his mother was unusually opposed at the time, saying that the cold-blooded tools living under the mask of the wolf figure had lost their humanity in addition to killing, so they strongly opposed his father's entry into that organization.

After so many years, Mo Fan didn't expect to meet the organization in the mouth of his father and mother.

You must know this organization, except for one overheard from his parents, he has never heard anyone mention it again, and he has not even seen anything about them in various Masano biographies.

Obviously, this is deliberately done by someone, just not wanting ordinary people to know about the existence of this organization.

Although Mo Fan couldn't figure out why, he was sure that the existence of these people must have something to do with ghosts.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help frowning, and his eyes couldn't help but look at these people tightly.

Especially when the group stopped the horse at the burning tree fifty meters in front of him, Mo Fan was even more sure of the conjecture in his heart.

Originally, I wanted to get closer and take a look, but thinking of what my mother said, I finally chose to stop at a distance of twenty meters away from the other party.

However, at a distance of twenty meters, I still vaguely heard a few words from the other party.

"Head, it's a corpse."

A voice said.

"Are the two people behind the tree still angry," asked the man known as the head.

"The blood was drained, and he died a long time ago." Another woman-sounding voice replied.

"Humph! The ghosts of the hundred lands are becoming more and more presumptuous, and they actually ignore the treaty made with the three cities, and harm the ordinary people without authorization, they are looking for death," a very rough voice said with anger at this time.

"Looking for death is also going to settle accounts with them in the future, remember, now our target this time is the ghosts of the "Night Shadow" organization,"

"And Xiaoliu, don't make a move when you encounter a ghost on the road, it's a fool's act to waste a talisman arrow for an ordinary person."

"If something like this happens again, you know the consequences," the head of the seven suddenly said sharply to one of the men in a black cloak.

After that, the other party and a group of seven people muttered a few more words, but unfortunately Mo Fan didn't hear it, because the wind was blowing.

And just when the wind rose, I saw the other party turn over on his horse very neatly, and left as soon as he slipped away.

didn't look at Mo Fan from beginning to end, and Mo Fan didn't understand the meaning of what the other party said from beginning to end.

Under the moonlight, picking his eyes to see the other party's figure patting the horse away, Mo Fan walked to the big tree that was still burning with fire.

When he came to the burning tree, he looked down at the traces of ghosts burned to ashes on the ground, and according to the seven people, this ghost should be a corpse.

"Corpse ghost," what kind of ghost is this, is it any different from a corpse golem?

Mo Fan frowned, thinking so.

Then he came to the back of the tree, and sure enough, just as he had heard the conversation of the seven, behind the blazing tree, there were two men and women with bloodless faces and bones.

Looking at the clothes and appearance, Mo Fan recognized that it was the coachman and the woman in the carriage.

At the same time, he was also very glad that if it weren't for the sudden appearance of the "Shadow" organizer, he would probably be the same as these two.

Because of the small dragon hurricane that came out of this ghost, he found that the other party was much stronger than the unjust ghost he had killed before and the corpse puppet that had fought a big battle.

Realizing this, Mo Fan suddenly felt a sense of urgency again.

The ghosts he met are getting stronger and stronger, and if he is still strong now, he will die sooner or later.

Now he can only pin his hopes on [Soul Technique: Thousand Vine Ghost Dance].