Wu Zhiyuan and Moon Shadow Fuxian looked in the direction of the innkeeper's finger together, and found that there was a building like a house looming in the fog. Pen%Fun%Pavilion www.biquge.info[This site changes the new domain name. initials, previously registered accounts can still be used] like on.

"That's it, that's the Triad Altar." The innkeeper was a little weak to speak, and the terrifying atmosphere in the woods had tormented him physically and mentally.

Wu Zhiyuan helped the innkeeper and walked in the direction of the house with the Moon Shadow Fuxian, it turned out that the house was very close to the three of them, only a few hundred meters away, but because the fog was too heavy and the surrounding atmosphere was weird, this house had not been discovered by the three of them.

When he got closer, Wu Zhiyuan realized that this house was actually a big mansion with a front yard, about seven or eight houses were connected, and it was not a problem for more than 100 people to live, and in fact, there were indeed more than 100 people in the Sanhe Gang.

"This is it." Standing outside the door, the innkeeper said in despair.

The door of the house was hidden, and a crack was opened, and the situation inside the door was unknown. Wu Zhiyuan and Moon Shadow Fuxian glanced at each other, then stepped forward, gently pushed the courtyard door, squeaked, the courtyard door opened with the sound, and a heavy fishy smell came to his face.

Wu Zhiyuan hurriedly fanned with his hand and took two steps back.

"Moon Shadow, you and the second brother are waiting here, and I'll go in first to explore the reality." There may be a lot of danger inside, Wu Zhiyuan doesn't want Moon Shadow Fuxian to be in danger, not to mention that the two of them still have the burden of the inn guys.

Moon Shadow Fuxian nodded and handed the Blood Shadow Demon Knife to Wu Zhiyuan, Wu Zhiyuan refused with a smile, and pointed to the peachwood sword in his hand, meaning that it was enough.

Stepping over the threshold, Wu Zhiyuan directly entered the courtyard gate, as soon as he landed, he suddenly felt the strangeness under his feet, and hurriedly looked down, only to see that the ground was covered with a layer of translucent mucus, which stuck to the soles of his shoes, and it felt different when lifting his feet than stepping on the soil, especially when he lifted his feet, the mucus would stick to the soles of his feet, pulling out a strip of filament, which was very disgusting.

Fortunately, the viscosity of these mucus is not large, and it does not affect Wu Zhiyuan's walking.

In the fog, as far as the eye could see, the courtyard was empty, except for a few rows of weapon racks by the wall, and nothing else, let alone people.

Wu Zhiyuan walked into the door of the nearest house, the door was open, but it was dark inside, although it was daytime, but because the fog was too heavy, it blocked the sun, so if the room was not lit, it was impossible to see things clearly.

Wu Zhiyuan took out a fire fold and blew it on, and slowly entered the house with the fire fold.

The house was not spared, with slimy liquid everywhere, even on the walls.

The room was surrounded by beds, there were several empty tables in the middle, and the pai gow mahjong on the table was messy, Wu Zhiyuan saw a person lying next to the table at a glance, he hurriedly walked over, turned the person's face over with a peachwood sword, and when he looked closely, he couldn't help but be shocked.

The man's face was almost skinned, and the flesh seemed to have been sucked dry, leaving only a dried corpse, although his skin was still moist.

"How so?" Only then did Wu Zhiyuan notice that this person's bare hands were also like dry branches.

He was suspicious in his heart, and hurriedly flipped the man's body to the ground with a peachwood sword, lying on his back, and then used the tip of the sword to pick up all the clothes on the man's chest, and the thick chest hair was suddenly exposed, but the dry flesh and bones under the chest hair were also revealed.

Wu Zhiyuan held a peachwood sword and forcefully broke the man's skin, everything was expected by him, and there was not half a drop of blood flowing out of the wound.

"The blood in his body has been drained." Wu Zhiyuan was secretly shocked in his heart.

This person is lying on the table, looking at his appearance, he should not have made any resistance when he encountered danger, although this room is chaotic, but it is all messy left over from life, and there is no trace of fighting.

"What kind of monster could it be, draining all the blood in the human body without any room for resistance?" Wu Zhiyuan said secretly in his heart.

Then, Wu Zhiyuan carefully examined the dry corpse, and it was strange that except for the wound he had just picked with a wooden sword, he didn't find any other wounds.

At this moment, Wu Zhiyuan inadvertently glanced at the bed on the west side, which seemed to be abnormal.

This room is surrounded by beds, at a glance it is known that it is the place where the disciples of the Sanhe Gang sleep and rest, all the bedding on the bed is very messy, but only the bed quilt in the west corner is flat, and it seems to hide a person.

Wu Zhiyuan didn't speak, but quietly walked towards the bed, and when he walked to the bed, he held the peachwood sword in his right hand and the corner of the quilt in his left hand, and suddenly pulled it hard, and the quilt was torn off the bed.

At the same time, Wu Zhiyuan was startled by the person lying on the bed.

I saw a woman lying on the bed, naked, all parts of her body clearly recognizable, but she was horrified like a dried corpse, only the skin and bones remained, and her death was exactly the same as the person lying on the table.

Because there is a difference between men and women, and the deceased is the greatest, Wu Zhiyuan couldn't bear to look at it anymore, picked up the quilt that had fallen to the ground, and covered it on the body of the woman on the bed.

The moment the quilt covered the woman's face, Wu Zhiyuan suddenly had an ominous premonition: "Could this woman on the bed be ...... Eveningshade? ”

With this thought in his heart, Wu Zhiyuan couldn't help but shake his whole body, and then trembled and walked a few steps closer to the woman on the bed, and then lifted the quilt on the woman's face with trembling hands.

Huo Zhezi approached the woman's face, and what Wu Zhiyuan saw was shriveled skin wrapped around the skull, and the appearance was extremely terrifying, because there was no flesh and blood on the face, and it was impossible to identify the woman's appearance before her death.

Wu Zhiyuan didn't remember what features Sheng Wanxiang's face, ears, lips and other features were, although the two had the experience of sharing a bed, but the innocence between him and Sheng Wanxiang was because he didn't know much about her physical characteristics.

But a sudden thought made Wu Zhiyuan sure that this woman was not Sheng Wanxiang, Sheng Wanxiang had long hair, but this woman had short ear-length hair.

Seeing this, Wu Zhiyuan was relieved, he couldn't stand the unpleasant smell and ubiquitous mucus in the house, and hurriedly walked to the courtyard.

There are about seven or eight houses in this row, and the rest of the neighboring rooms Wu Zhiyuan has checked one by one, there are either no people inside, or there are one or two people who have been sucked dry of flesh and blood, the only thing that is the same is that all the houses are soaked in mucus, and there is a disgusting smell everywhere.

"Did you find anything?" Back at the door of the house, Moon Shadow Fuxian asked with concern.

Wu Zhiyuan was very preoccupied, and briefly recounted what he saw in several rooms.

"A corpse drained of flesh?" After listening to Wu Zhiyuan's narration, Moon Shadow Fuxian muttered thoughtfully, and suddenly, she seemed to remember something, and asked rhetorically, "Do you remember what the corpses in Wujia Village that were sucked dry of blood by the drought fish looked like?" ”