"Goo-Goo......

I don't know where there was a bird call, like the sound of pigeons, a huge persimmon forest, except for the occasional wind, only the bird call that would sound at this time. The silence is suffocating, and when the red persimmons sway gently in the wind, they are like blood-red eyes staring at people.

"Smack......

Liu Yusheng stepped on a dead branch under his feet, making a slight crisp sound, he calmly looked around, and then continued to walk.

"Smack......

There were more and more dead branches, and Liu Yusheng walked up and began to make this crisp sound. It wasn't loud, but it was harsh in the silence of the woods. He frowned, and looked down at his feet with some confusion. There are a lot of rotting leaves on the ground, and the leaves cover the ground, and no one knows what is hidden underneath.

Liu Yusheng squatted down and stretched out his hand to pull away a few leaves, revealing the black dirt underneath. The black, soft earth is mixed with a hint of red. He stretched out his right hand and grabbed a handful of dirt and put it under his nose to sniff it, his eyes narrowing slightly. It smells of blood! Is the red mixed in the black mud blood?

Liu Yusheng turned around and swept away a pile of leaves behind him, and finally saw clearly what he had just stepped on. Where is a dead branch, it is clearly a gray-white bone full of holes! This bone seems to be a human thigh bone, I don't know how long it has been there, it is rotten, and the bone is brittle, so it will crumble when you step on it.

Liu Yusheng continued to pull the leaves with an expressionless face, and as he swept out more and more of the area, more and more things were revealed under the leaves. I saw countless Bai Sensen's bones scattered everywhere. The human skull will be broken when stepped on, and I don't know how long it has been there. There are also fresh, hard bones with bloodshot on them. This seems to be a red-hot persimmon forest. It turned out to be a huge mass grave!

In the huge persimmon forest, almost every persimmon tree is buried under one or several dry bones, and these red persimmon trees can only grow so lush with the flesh and blood of countless people as fertilizer. The bright red persimmons on the tree are all human flesh and blood! These terrible persimmons, as if they had their own spirituality, seemed to sense Liu Yusheng's movements, and shook with his footsteps.

Liu Yusheng turned a blind eye to the persimmons on the tree, and he flipped his right hand. A spell has appeared in the palm of his hand. This spell was golden and extraordinary, and he knew that it was extremely powerful at a glance, and with a shake of his hand, the spell flew into the night sky and disappeared. After the spell disappeared, Liu Yusheng raised his foot and kicked all the bones around him to the side, and then sat cross-legged on the ground.

The silent persimmon forest has a wind at some point, and the wind blows the leaves and makes a gurgling sound.

"Puff puff ......"

It may be that the wind is too strong, and many of the big red persimmons on the tree have been blown off. There was a dull thud when it fell to the ground. Liu Yusheng closed his eyes and recuperated, as if he was asleep, and he was unaware of the life around him. The wind was getting stronger and stronger, whistling and rolling up fallen leaves. A small whirlwind was formed. There was a wind whirlwind that slowly approached Liu Yusheng, and dispersed at the moment when it approached him, but the wind swept up two broken persimmons. Rolled down to his feet.

The rotten persimmons flowed out of the red juice, which was brighter than blood. The folds on the skin of the persimmon resemble the skin of an old man. The persimmon juice slowly seeps into the soil. gradually spread to Liu Yusheng's body. Liu Yusheng still sat upright, not moving, his eyes were closed, like a dead man.

Another whirlwind blew, exactly like the one just now, and rolled up a few rotten persimmons as usual. The whirlwind dissipated, and the persimmons continued to flow bright red juice, slowly penetrating the ground beneath Liu Yusheng. Seeing Liu Yusheng ignoring him, the more the wind blew faster, the whirlwind blew over one after another, and the persimmon forest kept sounding the sound of "poof, poof, poof". It was the sound of countless persimmons falling to the ground and falling into a smash.

Where Liu Yusheng sat cross-legged, the black soil gradually turned bright red, and the soft soil became thinner and thinner, mixed with countless rotten persimmons, as terrible as a swamp. This inexplicable swamp began to bubble with mud, and the gurgling sound sounded like cooking a pot of rice porridge.

A large bag suddenly arched out of the red and black mud, and the big bag bulged higher and higher, and the dirt wrapped outside flowed down, revealing a blood-red clay figure. The clay man opened his eyes violently, and his eyes were so red that he couldn't distinguish the whites of his eyes from his eyeballs. It was dripping red dirt from its body, its hands were blue-black, and it opened its mouth, and a rattan-like tongue slowly stretched out.

The rattan-like tongue stretched out longer and longer, and rolled straight towards Liu Yusheng. Liu Yu didn't move, letting his cyan tongue wrap around him. The clay man shook his head and threw off a few puddles of dirt, and its mouth suddenly opened, and its head tilted back hard, trying to withdraw its tongue and roll Liu Yusheng into its stomach.

"Squeak ......"

The clay man's tongue became tighter and tighter, but Liu Yusheng didn't move at all, it used all its strength, and it couldn't drag him at all. The clay figure tried hard for a while but couldn't succeed, and couldn't help but go wild, and its whole body turned into mud little by little, slowly blending into the ground. Its head sank into the persimmon mud, leaving only a strange tongue that wrapped around Liu Yusheng and began to drag it down the swamp.

The ground under Liu Yusheng was already soft, but now it has been stirred into a terrible mud like a swamp by countless persimmon juices, and even if a bird stands on it, I am afraid that it will involuntarily sink below. But Liu Yusheng sat on it alone, but he didn't mean to sink at all, not only that, the weird mud that arched was huge, and the tongue that stretched out was as hard as iron, but the tongue was wrapped around Liu Yusheng for a long time, but it had no effect.

There was a "cooing" cry in the persimmon forest, and when the sound stopped, groups of large bales began to arch in the swamp. When these big bags of dirt were arched, they turned into clay figurines, all of them looking the same, covered in blood red, only the hands were blue-black. Their tongues are like rattans, and they can stick out for a long time, and they are as hard as steel, and they will not let go when they are entangled.

Liu Yusheng was wrapped into a big dumpling by a pile of rattan tongues after a while, and a big bag arched up from the dirt under him, which pushed him into the air at once. All the clay figurines worked together to drag him into the swamp at once, and the mud gushed up, drowning him in a blink of an eye.

The vast persimmon forest was calm again, and the swamp formed by the countless rotten persimmons inexplicably emitted green smoke, and then began to dry up against common sense. It was as if all the water was steaming rapidly, and the swamp soon became a large piece of hard soil.

A cold wind blew and the leaves rattled. All the persimmons were blown off, the persimmon grove became dark, and the fiery red color disappeared. But after a while, the little red dots reappeared, and if you looked closely, the bright red persimmons grew one by one! After a short time, all the persimmon trees were restored to their original appearance, and countless red persimmons hung on them, like groups of small lanterns.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the hard soil transformed from the swamp formed by the rotten persimmons suddenly exploded into a big hole! Red juice gushed out of the hole like a fountain and fell to the ground sticky and fishy. The juice is like a human artery being cut, and it is sprayed out uncontrollably at first, but as the blood becomes less and less, the degree of leakage becomes slower and slower. Until the end, the red juice seemed to run out, and a figure rose from the cave, he sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, who else could it be if it wasn't Liu Yusheng?

Liu Yusheng floated in the air like a living immortal, and finally landed on a dry ground and continued to sit. He remained motionless, his eyes closed, as if he had no idea of what had just been born.

"Goo-Goo......

The strange sound of pigeons spread in the persimmon forest, and the cold wind began to blow again in the silent forest. The wind grew stronger and stronger, rolling up the dead leaves on the ground, forming a whirlwind one after another. It's just that this time there are many fewer cyclones than last time.

"Just a little bit of ability to turn over and over? The Holy Immortal really disappointed me. Liu Yusheng suddenly opened his eyes and said coldly. (To be continued!)

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