"Ghost slave!"

Wu Laosan squeezed out two words from between his teeth.

Wu Laosan hated the style of these ghost slaves, mainly because he had been bullied.

When Pi Pixia and the ghost monk next to him heard this, they suddenly realized that the evil method of ghost slaves had been mentioned by Wu Laosan earlier.

The ghost monk is well versed in the evil spirit of this lineage.

This is a means of soul control, but I don't know why it came to the hands of the old man who broke his life.

I don't know why they appeared in the lost mountains.

Pi Pixia squinted his eyes and observed carefully, the Pi family has been practicing medicine and saving people for generations, but the behavior of the ghost slave in front of him really made him guess what kind of means it was.

I thought that Wu Laosan was exaggerating and was just a living person who had lost his mind, but he also saw it in front of him and found that it was indeed very evil.

"Grandma, Lao Tzu chopped them to death, the capital is not enough, why did you run to Shanxi to make a mistake?!"

Wu Laosan scolded and scolded, and walked up with a pig-killing knife, which was to be ashamed.

The ghost monk next to him was afraid that something would go wrong, so he quickly stopped him:

"Donor, don't act rashly, let's see what they have to do first, maybe they have a way out to escape from this maze mountain, we will wait and see what happens."

Wu Laosan was a little angry, but he also stood still, looking at the appearance of the ghost slave, it seemed that he was going in some direction, maybe there was really a way out.

The three of them hid not far behind, watching the ghost slave drift away, and followed suit.

Pi Pixia counted it, and there were a total of thirteen ghost slaves here, and each of them was strong.

Among them, there are actually two women, who are delicate, but they dare not cover the dust on their shoulders, and they know at a glance that they are also heroes among women.

Where do they come from?

It's a pity that Bai Changsheng is not here, this kid is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, he can guess some, not to mention that he still has the means to drive.

Thirteen ghost slaves covered their faces, and their black coats seemed to be evil ghosts running around at night, making people dare not snoop.

One person was half a turn away, and the thirteen ghost slaves moved the wooden house and slowly moved forward.

The more he looked at it, the more he looked like a wordless slender man, and the more he looked at it, the more he looked like a suffering wild ghost, Wu Laosan couldn't help but shudder.

The three of them couldn't guess what was hidden in this wooden house, but as the thirteen ghost slaves walked away, the ghost monk found something strange:

"They're really heading somewhere, let's keep up, and the fog seems to be drifting a little lighter ahead."

The ghost monk looked far away and found that there was a towering tree faintly in front of him, full of life but intimidating.

The three of them followed for a distance, and only then did they clear the fog and see the cliff, which was a Jedi!

It was the firemouth Jedi that Bai Changsheng had come to before.

"Shhh What is this place? ”

Wu Laosan's eyes flickered, and he saw the towering ancient tree that shocked people's hearts with a sweep.

Lost mountain cypress.

On the edge of the lost mountain cypress, there are countless corpses, as well as a fire crater cliff.

The thirteen ghost slaves pushed the wooden house to the edge of the fire crater cliff and stood firm.

I saw thirteen people coiling their horses, each stretching out their strong and compact little arms, and pushing them on the side of the wooden house

"Click!"

The thirteen ghost slaves worked together, and a stirring aura emanated from all around, and the walls of the wooden house cracked in an instant.

"Roar!"

Roaring in unison, it seemed that Kunpeng was roaring in the sky, exerting his strength again, slapping and waving the wooden house back and forth, Wu Laosan and the others were shocked when they looked at the ground behind.

However, in the blink of an eye, the wooden house could not withstand such a heavy pressure, and was scattered into powdered sawdust by the ghost slaves.

From the wreckage of the ruins, the thirteen ghost slaves swept together and took out a corpse from it!

As pious as servants, the thirteen people carried the corpses high and put them on their shoulders, and their faces were full of respect.

"Roar!"

The thirteen ghost slaves held the corpses high, roared and shouted to the sky, and jumped off the cliff of the fire mouth without hesitation!

"Oops!"

Wu Laosan immediately dodged out and ran towards the cliff of the fire mouth, but it was too late that the thirteen ghost slaves had already fallen to the bottom of the cliff with the corpse.

"Is this a mass suicide?"

The ghost monk was shocked, came to the edge of the cliff, and looked below, except for the mist and green smoke, black soil and scorched stones, there was nothing in this place.

"Is there a way out below?"

Pi Pixia also came over, and asked carefully, Wu Laosan patted Pi Pixia on the shoulder and said:

"You're going down and seeing?"

"Fuck off!"

The smoke of this fire mouth drifted through the hearts of desperate people, and when they let it go, they knew that there was no life to be found below.

If you find the way from below, how to get up in case you can't find it is a matter of two words.

But not necessarily.

"Look at that!"

Pipisha tugged at the ghost monk's clothes and pointed to the half-mutilated corpse on the ground.

It was the mangled body of the big centipede from before.

"Oh my god, why is this thing so big?"

Wu Laosan's eyes widened and he looked at the centipede corpse in front of him in disbelief, which made him unacceptable.

"White donor's clothes!"

The ghost monk also saw it, and after a glance, he saw that there was a rag on the ground, which was the one that Bai Changsheng used to resist the centipede's poisonous juice spray before.

was thrown to the ground by Bai Changsheng, and was seen by chance.

"Grandson, you're dead!"

Wu Laosan shouted, and hurriedly picked up the rag.

In addition to pus, blood and venom on it, I don't know if it is human or animal, but in Wu Laosan's eyes, it is extremely chaotic.

"This..."

His hands trembled a little, and he didn't expect Bai Changsheng to die here.

The ghost monk clasped his hands together and showed a sad look on his face:

"Mida Buddha, the white donor turned out to be... Engong, I'm ashamed of you! ”

The sad atmosphere continued to spread all around, and even Pipixia was a little embarrassed.

Bai Changsheng saved the ghost monk and helped many people, and even tried every means to track down Wu Laosan.

I can't imagine dying here.

"Roar!"

Wu Laosan's eyes were red, and he took two steps to the corpse of the big centipede.

Don't think about it, the poisonous juice on it makes people guess that it must be poison that harms people.

Wu Lao Sanbao mentioned the knife and whipped the corpse centipede mercilessly, and the angry knife directly shattered the broken corpse of the centipede into a puddle of meat puree.

The smell was tangy, the black flesh and bones of the centipede were scattered on the ground, the pus and blood were hot, and some broken bones and stubble fell out from the stomach and intestines.

Do you still need to think about this?

Wu Laosan knelt on the ground, holding Bai Changsheng's "broken bones" in his hands, and his chin began to tighten.

Speechless, silent, the firemouth Jedi added a new sorrow.

After half a ring, Wu Laosan stood up, straightened his color, looked at the ghost monk and said:

"I didn't expect him to be eaten by this demon, and I feel sorry for the third master for his revenge, come on, let's add a grave to Bai Changsheng, this kid paid attention to these old principles before his death."

The ghost monk nodded, his face was pale without saying a word, and it was obvious that it was difficult to accept this ending.

The three of them didn't know how the centipede died, but they would rather the centipede still exist, so as to avenge Bai Changsheng.

Wu Laosan and Bai Changsheng have known each other for a short time, but they have already been regarded as a friendship that shares adversity and knows their lives, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are close friends.

How can you not hate such a tragic death?

After arranging and putting the rag away, Wu Laosan slashed three feet into the ground, and the ghost monk dug out a small pit as a mound for clothing.

Put Bai Changsheng's rags and clothes in it, add soil to the new grave, and carve a small plaque with Bai Changsheng's name and date of birth and death written on it.

The three of them bowed sincerely three times, and then they felt at ease.

The valley breeze was light, stirring the thoughts of the three of them, and the new soil on the grave rolled down, covering up countless truths and confusing thoughts.

Sadness is still sorrow, but the three of them still have to find a way out of the labyrinth.

Especially the ghost monk, under repeated deduction, there is indeed no image of white immortal life and reproduction in the chaos, but he feels that this thing is too abrupt and difficult to accept.

Where could he guess what Bai Changsheng was going through now, it would be strange if he could have the appearance of life.

The three of them turned back to the misty cypress and looked around.

"How can this tree be so huge?"

"No, there's someone in the tree!?"

The ghost monk hurriedly condensed his luck, and Wu Laosan was in charge!