"Is the corpse in the black pocket really Li Dingguo?" Bai Zaha thought so, and Xiao An thought so at the same time. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Speaking of Li Dingguo, this valley of death was the place where he took root, the mountains and rivers of that year were heroic, and the tragic battles of that year seemed to be all in front of him, especially in this valley of death, which was still lingering, as if there were heroic battles in front of him.

Those mournful wails, those heroic defeats, and those victorious cheers came one after another, which caught people off guard and made people deeply touched.

Xiao An is not a demon in the history of Li Dingguo, but a warrior general, although almost everyone calls him a demon, there is always the power of demons, but Xiao An does not think so.

Perhaps it is precisely because of the defeat of the king that Li Dingguo became a demon after his defeat, and his failure is closely related to the Bai tribe and the Lal tribe, and his corpse appeared in this place at this moment, which undoubtedly really portends something.

Bai Zaha knew very well in his heart that the forbidden place for corpses that they had guarded for generations in Zhuyue Village had originally been after Bai Wenxuan, and no one had ever seen Li Dingguo's corpse, but today, nine times out of ten, the corpse at the moment was Li Dingguo's corpse.

At that time, they entered the cave with Xiao An and others, and the grave in the cave had been brought in, or Li Dingguo himself ran out, in short, it is an indisputable fact that Li Dingguo's body was missing, but if the one in front of him was really Li Dingguo's corpse, it was undoubtedly a mystery that the coincidence appeared at this time.

Or maybe Li Dingguo is really a demon, he killed the people of Zhuyue Village, and then returned to this place to wait for their arrival, everything is under his control, everything is going according to his plan, and he is not the Li Dingguo in front of him, this corpse, but there are other factors.

As far as Bai Zaha is concerned, he must think that this is Li Dingguo's corpse, and the black-clothed mysterious guy with bandages all over his body in the white mist is also Li Dingguo, but it may not be Li Dingguo's corpse, but it is also possible, because if a person is stretched all over, then his body seems to have a problem.

This is like the mummies in front, their corpses are also wrapped, although the mummy seems to be a little far away from this place, it belongs to a way of burying people in the Western Regions, but Li Dingguo really caught a few Gu masters in the Western Regions back then.

If Li Dingguo didn't clear the Gu masters of the Western Regions back then, but hid them, and then waited for him to be destroyed, he would do some tricks on his body to resurrect him. It sounds like that, too.

In short, the Gu Master of the Western Regions also exists, and those methods of the Western Regions, the Western Regions Heavenly Silk, and the Jungle Black Widow are all closely related to the Western Regions, so naturally this makes sense, of course, if Zhou Maoyin was here at the moment, he might explain it like this, but unfortunately he was not there.

Xiao An looked at the corpse left and right, even if it was really Li Dingguo's corpse, in Xiao An's opinion, it was no different from others, at most, it was buried and excavated, and then put in this place.

No, they didn't see anyone at all, so there was really some mystery about the appearance of this corpse out of thin air, as for the mystery, Xiao An really couldn't explain it at the moment, so he could only look at the corpse in a daze.

Bai Zaha's expression was still so stiff, everything he thought, everything that happened along the way had something to do with this corpse, even if it was not bandaged, but for the demon, the body was only one part, and the power was another, just like the power buried in the place, or the existence of the soul, the blood-red eyes of the black shadow they saw before might be the demon's soul, not the entity.

Even if Li Dingguo is really a demon, the natural original body is the best tool for his strength, but the body is already broken, so naturally he has to find a new body to replace it, which is like a ghost on the body, which is naturally a superstitious statement.

Its inexplicable appearance is incomprehensible, Xiao An reached out and moved the corpse, the corpse's head suddenly fell off, Xiao An was sure and did not exert force, when the head fell, his heart trembled slightly.

After the battle of Mopan Mountain, the battle of Death Valley was participated in by the Lal tribe, and they took off Li Dingguo's head, so Li Dingguo died, whether it was Zhou Maoyin or the Lal tribe, it was said, so now this corpse is a little more likely to be Li Dingguo's body.

"Mr. Xiao, are you sure this is the corpse of the demon Li Dingguo?"

Bai Zaha asked again, there were many doubts in his eyes, and at the same time, there were many more emptiness and fear, he was still afraid of Li Dingguo.

Xiao An looked at Bai Zaha thoughtfully, and then nodded,

"I'm not too sure, I'm about seven or eight points sure, since I appeared in this place at this time, this matter is indeed very strange, I hope not."

Xiao An saw Bai Zaha's concerns, so he said this, to be honest, Xiao An himself really has nothing, although he has experienced everything, but about the demon's statement, he never believes it, he just doesn't believe it.

Bai Zaha swallowed his saliva, and then said in a wooden voice,

"Since that's the case, it may really be it, no wonder Mr. Zhou suddenly disappeared, no wonder Mr. Huang became like that, maybe we really can't escape here, he's here."

After Bai Zaha finished speaking, his eyes fell on the sky, and there was no blue in sight, maybe they were really shrouded in darkness and couldn't get out of it.

The air of this matter is incompatible with the ground, the air is unusually quiet, and there is a little more restlessness in the quiet, which is the uneasiness of people's hearts.

The turquoise of the ground, that is the color of life, for him who feels that he is about to die, all the colors are black and white at the moment, and maybe hell is also black and white.

Speaking of Zhou Maoyin and Huang Bo, Xiao An's brows furrowed, that's right, Xiao An doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, but Zhou Maoyin's disappearance, Huang Bo's nervous disorder, all this shows that all this is unusual, all of which ordinary people can't imagine, what it is, Xiao An can't figure it out.

Bai Zaha was still wooden, and then seemed to kneel in place with his legs disobedient, at this moment he seemed to be a lot decadent, a lot older, and a lot sader, he seemed to feel that his life might really come to an end, just like Huang Bo said when he fled before,

"The devil is coming, everyone has to die, everyone has to die, hahaha......."

Bai Zaha still maintains a little sanity, there is no mental disorder, under such pressure he is powerless to fight, powerless to fight against the demon, he admits defeat, he does not have the arrogance before me, he wants to defeat the soldier, his eyes are full of desire and helplessness.

Xiao An didn't know how to say it at the moment, he believed that after going through so much, the string of Bai Zaha's psychology was broken, it was really broken, and it was naturally unbearable, in fact, everyone came to this place and their heartstrings were very tight, but they didn't know when it would break.

Huang Bo, Bai Zaha, it's already like this, and the people behind don't know what.

The Lal people continued their work, and though they looked in this direction from time to time, it went on and on, as if they were fighting against the time of their lives.