Jun Qianye pinched Huo'er's beak with two fingers and signaled it to silence.

The blood on the man in green clothes in the distance was still flowing, and the long sword in his hand had broken in the last wave of confrontation just now, and the half-foot green blade shone brightly, leaving the last trace of light in the dark and dead swamp, just like its owner, the Confucian shirt was fluttering, leaving the last grace in the world.

The body of the man in Tsing Yi shook slightly, his injuries were more serious than just now, his face was pale, and blood flowed down his fingers to the hilt of the sword, drawing a bright red mark on the body of the sword, and finally dripping into the soil.

Looking at the approaching monster, there was no fear in his eyes, but a hint of relief in his eyes, and he sighed: "Qingshan is fortunate to bury the bones of the faithful, but I can't imagine the heroes of the past, but in the end they were buried in this place." ”

His eyes closed slightly, the broken sword was horizontal, and he gently stroked the sword body, the sword is in the person, and the sword is dead! This is the integrity of a soldier, he seems to be recalling something: "Yue'er, father is sorry for you, and I can no longer be by your side in the future." ”

"Whew. The ancient zombie was attracted by the man's scent, and the blood made him gradually become excited, and the chains in his hands clanged.

But the strange thing was that the ancient corpse did not kill the man in Tsing Yi immediately like he had killed those men in black just now, but walked to a distance of only ten meters away from him and suddenly stopped.

Jun Qianye stared at it, only to see that the zombie was tilting its head and looking in the direction where he was, baring his teeth, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was smiling, the originally rotten muscles on his face were broken, and large white maggots poured out of his mouth,

Jun Qianye looked disgusted for a while, and his heart was cold, and he whispered to Huo'er: "Is he, as if he has discovered me?"

Huo'er said: "It's not like, he must have found you." ”

Jun Qianye felt remorse in his heart, he knew that he should have run away just now.

There were many ghosts, and countless ghost mist began to converge towards Jun Qianye's location. The ancient corpse seemed to have found an interesting toy, and the ghost fire in the eyes of the black hole was beating.

The man in Tsing Yi closed his eyes and waited for a long time without waiting for his death, but when he opened his eyes, he saw a strange scene.

The iron chain in the hands of the ancient corpse whipped on the ground, the wind wailed all around, and dozens of ethereal shadows slowly appeared, covering the surroundings.

It's just that the ancient corpse and the surrounding ghosts don't seem to notice themselves.

Their target was the big tree not far away.

Jun Qianye saw a group of little ghosts floating over like himself, and some of the ghosts grinned and made a very authentic grimace.

Some of them had their heads and feet, and their heads slowly sank into their bodies, and then emerged from their backs.

Some flew to Jun Qian's head, their tongues sticking out more than a foot long, hanging down against his skin.

Jun Qianye looked calm and motionless, but his scalp was numb.

"This is still a zombie who can raise imps!"

He reached into his bag behind his back and pulled out three incense sticks.

Huo'er was puzzled: "Son, what are you going to do?" ”

Jun Qianye said: "Bow down." ”

Jun Qianye thought of what the second grandfather said, in this great wilderness, anyone who has a little cultivation has a little wisdom, and if you can't beat it, you can be reasonable.

"Childe, what kind of incense is this? ”

"Samsara incense, I took it from the monk's grandfather. ”

Huo'er felt a little strange.

"What for?"

"Grandpa Monk said that this incense is unbearable for ordinary people, and he is the most restrained to these nine dark things. Later, if the old ghost does it, let's worship him. ”

He grabbed Huo'er's small body, squeezed it hard, and with a "chirp", Huo'er spit out a small flame and lit the three incense sticks.

The cigarette smoke curled, and the surrounding ghosts began to be restless, and the ancient corpse tilted its head, and the ghost fire flickered, looking curious.

Jun Qianye appeared from behind the tree.

The man in Tsing Yi was shocked! Where did a young man come from, how did he come here?

He was anxious and angry, and cried out, "Where did you come from, you should have come to this place." ”

When he saw that Jun Qianye was young, he thought that he was a descendant of a family that ran in greedily, but he didn't know that he had already entered the place of death.

Lifting the broken sword, he yelled at Jun Qianye: "Boy, go away!" This is a thousand-year-old corpse, and he was also a hero before his death, and he didn't know how many years he lived. I'll hold him back, and you go east, as far as you can. ”

In Gu Changfeng's mind, he was already a mortal person, and saving this young man now could be regarded as accumulating some yin virtue.

It's just that Jun Qianye ignored him, holding the incense stick between the middle finger and index finger of both hands, and placing the tail of the incense on his chest with his thumb.

Jun Qianye bowed to the ancient corpse: "Boy, Jun Qianye, passing by the precious land, disturbing the master, I feel uneasy. ”

This worship, the incense is at its peak, the smoke is swirling, like dust, floating in the air.

The surrounding ghosts were shrouded in the fireworks, and let out a terrible wail, and in an instant, the ghosts immediately flashed away.

The ancient corpse was a little dissatisfied, and a hoarse sound came from the air, but the whole body took two steps back.