Zhou Yusheng's actions didn't seem to be hindered by the torrential rain, but Wang Qian couldn't do it with an old man.

This section of the road was very difficult for Wang Qian. I couldn't help but feel compassion, but when I saw the guide next to me, I hesitated.

If the guide does this, he must destroy the Crying Tomb Ridge, which must also have something to do with the Zhou family and the City God Temple.

I don't know much about the City God Temple, and I can infer from the fur I know that although the City God of the Zhou family is gone, and the Zhou family is almost completely destroyed, the Crying Tomb Ridge is still there, and the souls of the Zhou family can even make such a big move, and the influence of the City God Lord must still have remnants in Huixiang.

What the guide is doing is to enclose the land, and it is not surprising that he will have a conflict with the Zhou family's Chenghuang Ye if he occupies the mountain as the king.

That different space may have also played some role in it.

The three-legged situation was broken by me, an outsider, and it was directly unbalanced. The soul of the Zhou family wants to welcome back the young master of his family, and the guide also wants to take this opportunity to completely destroy the Zhou family.

I glanced at Zhou Yusheng and Wang Qian.

This move, the guide is probably thinking about it for a long time, arranging it for a long time, and hiding it for a long time, until the different space is gone, he doesn't dare to make a move.

Since it is a conspiracy that has been planned by the guide for a long time, as the opposing party, I should spare no effort to destroy it. But my real purpose is to find Chen Xiaoqiu and them, what the ghost forces in Huixiang are going to do, who wins and who loses, I don't care so much. It seems that the ghosts of the Zhou family seem to be much better than the guides, but who knows what the ghosts of that big family will do after the ****? I'm not sure, so I've got them all in one go.

I hesitated to wait and see.

At Wang Qian's speed, he didn't know when he was in Crying Grave Ridge.

Although Wang Qian walked hard, he gritted his teeth and persevered.

I can see the slopes of Crying Grave Ridge.

Zhou Yusheng still didn't mean to stop, and Wang Qian could only climb the mountain with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

It's not a tourist attraction, and there should be no buildings on the mountain, so there is no road, only a path that has been stepped on artificially. Looking at the overgrown weeds on this road, you can guess that no one has been here for a long time.

I, Zhou Yusheng, and the guide are not human beings now, we have no physical body, and we can go up the mountain lightly, but Wang Qian is extremely difficult.

His steps grew heavier and heavier, almost dragging his feet.

I thought he was physically weak, but I realized that something was wrong with him.

It was as if an invisible burden had weighed on his body, and the rain seemed to have an abnormal effect when it fell on him.

Judging by his bare skin, the rain looked like needles that pricked his skin and left blood spots on it. There were too many blood spots, and it looked like Wang Qian's skin had turned red directly. There should have been blood oozing out, but because of the torrential rain, this blood was taken away. The light is not good. That's when I realized something was wrong.

What is wrong is not only Wang Qian's body, but also Wang Qian's mental state.

He seemed to have lost his mind, his eyes were empty, and all his movements were due to inertia.

Not only him, but Zhou Yusheng floating in front of him also became strange.

I turned my head to look at the last guide.

The guide's pace slowed, and his face distorted slightly. The rain drenched his body, but he exuded the same state as in the cave, a perverted ecstasy.

I don't know if it's because of the rain or because of this mood, his body looks shaking.

I don't know why, but after following the three men for a while, I suddenly felt the pressure.

The pressure is indescribable, and I'm pretty sure it comes from the ground under my feet, but it's like substance, and it weighs on my shoulders and on my heart.

I was a little shocked.

The impression that this power brings to me is not malice, nor is it yin, but rather a sense of righteousness.

For a moment, I remembered the first day of elementary school, and it was like seeing the teacher at that time. It was a kind of awe, with a feeling of admiration.

Of course, this sentiment quickly faded in the rest of his reading career. I didn't succeed in making a name for myself, I had a career, and the people I met in my life were ordinary. Even when I first joined the company, I encountered the inspection of the big leaders of Minqing City, and I no longer had this feeling. On the contrary, when I travel, I visit the places of interest and see the thousand-year-old temples and thousand-year-old trees, and my heart will ripple. However, it is also more of a psychological effect. It's like meeting a teacher for the first time when I was a kid. If I hadn't had been told by my parents, I wouldn't have had so much awe for my teachers. The feeling for the temples and ancient trees is not so much in awe of them as in that history. If I hadn't had a guide and a nameplate hanging around me, I wouldn't have had any feelings about temples and ancient trees.

Now, however, what I feel seems to be the power of the land itself.

The ground beneath his feet seems to be some kind of living creature, and it is born with a shocking power.

On top of that, I could really feel its anger, even sadness.

I was in a trance for a moment and stopped moving forward.

I suddenly thought of a commission that Aoba they were dealing with.

The inhabitants of the village are a little feudal and superstitious, and the old lady who guards the land. In the video, the scene of the old lady and her cat leaving with rolling black clouds is still fresh in my memory.

Crying Grave Ridge, it seems to be the same as that village.

Zhou Yusheng's figure became unstable, and Wang Qian fell directly to the ground.

The guide has green tendons protruding on his forehead. Step by step, he stepped on the muddy mountain road and walked in front of Wang Qian.

Wang Qian seemed to feel something, and raised his head slightly.

I noticed that when the two of them looked at each other, the eyes of the guide became like a mirror.

In an instant, I heard the angry roar of the ground beneath my feet. It was like an illusion, it seemed like it was real, and the echo was far away.

Wang Qian howled in pain, but he didn't lie still anymore, but frantically grabbed the weeds and dirt under him and crawled forward.

"No, help me! Help me! Wang Qian let out a wail.

Behind him, there were traces of his crawling. There was a faint glow of red on the ground.

I was a little overwhelmed.

Zhou Yusheng has disappeared, and only Wang Qian is still crawling.

The guide had a hideous smile on his face.

"The blood of the Fatherkiller, haha, how long can you last?"

I looked at the eyes of the guide who were shining in the dark night and rain, felt the shaking of the land, and suddenly made up my mind.

It's a gut feeling.

In the dark, I seemed to hear the sound of the land.

As the old lady Wang Ting said, the land can convey the will.

I turned around and pressed my hands to the eyes of the guide.

The touch under my hand tells me that I have indeed touched the eyes of the guide.

Cool, smooth, not at all like eyelids or eyeballs.

It's like two mirrors.

At the same time, I used my power.