In November, Gu Yue, there is the meaning of spitting out the old and accepting the new, the ancients are cloudy, November is yin, and the old is new......

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November is a very special month, the last time, Yan Liqiang's life, was in this month, to be precise, on November 18 of this month, all of a sudden ushered in a great change, abruptly stopped, so in this month, Yan Liqiang is more careful in doing things, and at the same time, the fire of revenge in his heart will burn more vigorously.

On the evening of November 12, at the end of the hour, when it was freezing cold, Yan Liqiang was already squatting in a bush behind the mountain in Wuyang Village, enduring the cold, his eyes widened, and he stared motionlessly at a cave in the valley two hundred meters away from him, where he had been squatting for more than two hours.

The place where he is now is the mass grave in Pingxi City.

This place is the most terrifying place in Pingxi City, even if it is the time when the sun rises in the daytime, it feels gloomy.

Because of the sparse population here, even the people who cut wood and herd cattle walk around here, so the slopes and valleys here are full of towering trees, the shade of the big trees obscures the light of the sun and the moon, and the ground is particularly gloomy, to the point of overgrown weeds, and among those weeds, a few human bones and skeletons are occasionally exposed.

Coming here from the official road in the west of Pingxi City, there is only a small road that can barely walk, and that path is the one who sent the dead to this mass grave who was not collected and claimed, and the way to send the dead does not pass through Wuyang Village, because from Wuyang Village to come here has to climb the mountain, and there is no road on the mountain, those who send the dead here bypass Wuyang Village and come here from a small road on the side of the official road a few miles away.

There were rut marks on the path, and all the dead people who came here were wrapped in straw mats, placed on the wheelbarrows, and then pushed in.

There are also rules for sending the dead to mass graves, only at noon every day, when the yang energy is the heaviest, no one dares to come here, after noon, this mass grave is a place where the living are not allowed to enter, especially at night, it is like a ghost domain.

Tonight, the moonlight was also sparse, and the mass grave was dim, and after the hour, a thin layer of mist rose in the mass grave, and then when the fog rose, a little green phosphorus fire floated up from all parts of the mass grave, and the shadowy mist flowed slightly with the air flow between the valleys, and the phosphorus fire that appeared also danced in the mist......

Looking at the scene in front of him, listening to the terrible cold howl of the cold north wind passing over the treetops above the mountains in the distance, and smelling the faint smell of corpses in the air in the valley in his nose, Yan Liqiang couldn't help but shiver, in the darkness, he pinched the Thunder Fire Dragon Cannon in his hand tightly, and then touched the two rows of quenching flying needles prepared on his waist, the cold and hard texture from the Thunder Fire Dragon Cannon and the flying needles made Yan Liqiang's little heart finally calm down.

Although it was not the first time he had sneaked here at night, every time he looked at the mass grave in front of him at night, Yan Liqiang couldn't help but feel a little hairy in his heart.

The only thing that can overcome a person's fear is greater fear, or hatred.

It was precisely because of the latter two reasons that Yan Liqiang was able to grit his teeth and stay here, and from the day he was at the foot of Wuyang Village, he was also waiting for the arrival of tonight.

At this moment, Yan Liqiang was wearing a black night suit, and his face was re-wearing a mask of mountain wind, and a scarf was added to the mask, which was quietly hidden.

The perverted and strict inspection at the gate of Pingxi City made the people of Pingxi City complain, which damaged the goods and property carried by many people out of the city in the process of inspection, and there were many conflicts in the past few days, coupled with the deterioration of the public security situation in the city, more and more rangers from Ganzhou came to Pingxi City, and the day before yesterday, on November 10, the county guard had to order the lifting of the strict inspection of the goods out of the city, and as a result, Yan Liqiang could also hide the Thunder Fire Dragon Cannon in an ox cart out of the city and bring it out.

Originally, even if there was no Thunder Fire Dragon Cannon, Yan Liqiang would fight hard tonight, but the Thunder Fire Dragon Cannon in hand made Yan Liqiang more courageous and stronger.

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Yan Liqiang waited patiently, the time was almost close to three o'clock, and the person he was waiting for had not yet arrived, but in the grass next to him, there was a faint sound of Suosuo, Yan Liqiang turned his head, but found that at some point, a rat almost a foot old was coming out of the grass and approaching him.

The rats in the mass grave are completely different from ordinary mice, almost all of the rats here grow up eating human flesh, in the dark, the eyes of the huge rat are glowing green like ghost fire, the long mouth has two rows of sharp teeth, and the entire head of the rat shows a strange reddish-brown.

The mouse also noticed that Yan Liqiang seemed to be watching it, but it was very bold, because Yan Liqiang didn't move, and the mouse still groped towards Yan Liqiang.

There was a little movement in the forest in the distance, Yan Liqiang's heart moved, and a flying needle flew out of his finger in an instant, silently submerging into the body of the mouse that was already close to him within three meters, and at the moment when the flying needle entered the body, the body of the mouse froze suddenly, and its breath of life disappeared in the blink of an eye.

When the mouse's body instantly stiffened, a person, like a night owl, stepped on the treetops of those big trees in the mass grave, and when the yin qi of this mass grave was at its heaviest, it fell from the sky and landed in the valley below the mass grave.

This person who came to this mass grave at night, with white hair, dressed in black, blue at the corners of his eyes, and full of evil and cold aura, was the same Mo Leng who killed Yan Liqiang and Yan Dechang with his own hands last time.

This Mo Leng is the doorman of the Ye family in Ganzhou, and he is also Ye Xiao's master and the right-hand man of Ye Tiancheng, the guard of Pingxi County.

Seeing that Ye Leng had finally arrived, Yan Liqiang suddenly restrained his breathing and remained motionless, he didn't even stare at Mo Leng's face, for fear of being sensed by Mo Leng, but just squinted his eyes and stared at Mo Leng's torso below his neck from a piece of weed where he was hiding.

Mo Leng is a master of the martial arts level, and he is ruthless, for the current Yan Liqiang, the realm of martial arts is still a peak that he can't touch, so everything must be cautious.

Mo Leng, who came to the mass grave, looked around with sparkling eyes, and when he found that there was nothing abnormal around, he walked into the cave not far away and entered the cave.

After waiting for a full ten minutes, Yan Liqiang finally got up from the grass where he was invisible, came to the valley below, walked to the entrance of the cave, and followed him without hesitation for a second.

It's already very cold outside, there are a lot of ghost fires, but in this cave, it's even more cold, in the cave, the ghost fires are everywhere, and they can be lit up everywhere, and on the ground of the cave, the bones of the dead are scattered and scattered, and they can be seen almost everywhere......

The clusters of ghost fires became the natural lights in this cave, and Yan Liqiang's Nine Palace Wind Shadow fell silently, walking directly towards the depths of the cave, and after going deep into the cave for a hundred meters, Yan Liqiang slowed down suddenly.

There is a natural pit in the depths of the cave, the pit is full of bones of the dead, this is the first place in Pingxi City to discard and bury the ownerless dead, the whole pit is around, there are groups of ghost fires, Mo Leng is on the edge of the big pit, sitting cross-legged, closing his eyes, with a peculiar posture, putting his hands on the dead pit full of bones, a little faint green breath, floated out of the dead man's pit, gathered towards Mo Leng, and was inhaled into Mo Leng's mouth......

If it weren't for the fact that he had seen too many things in the state of the spirit body in his previous life, Yan Liqiang would not have known that this Mo Leng would come here in November every year to absorb the yin qi of the dead in this mass grave to cultivate an evil method......

This is the best chance to kill Mo Leng!

The moment he saw Mo Leng, he found that Mo Leng was concentrating on cultivation, Yan Liqiang did not hesitate, and a large handful of poisonous flying needles flew towards Mo Leng like a storm in Yan Liqiang's hands......