On the street where the paper talismans fluttered in the wind, there were only rows of immovable stiffness, which seemed extremely desolate and paradoxical, and Shun's ears were erected for many years, like antennas, listening carefully to the voices of the people in the house. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Sure enough, as Shun had guessed for many years, the people here had to send a full hundred zombies to the Feng Clan's ancestral land every month, and they couldn't do it without one, they were indeed the descendants of the corpse chasing clan.

"In the past ten days since I left, nothing has happened, right?" Lin Yiying said as he picked up the tea on the table.

Someone said helplessly: "We hope that some outsiders will come, but how can anyone come to this ghost place?" But the people of the Wind Clan have come a few times, and they didn't say anything, they turned around and left, they must be seeing how we are prepared, right?"

"Isn't a month up yet?" Lin Yiying shook his head and sighed.

"Anyway, Uncle Ying, the dozens of zombies you brought back are added to the ones we collected, not to mention a hundred, and there are more than a dozen. Someone laughed.

"Let's all go and rest, I'll set off tomorrow night, and it will take a lot of time to get from here to them, so as not to attract people." Lin Yiying sighed.

After everyone discussed for a while, they dispersed, and the next morning, after Lin Yiying rested for a night, he came directly to the dozens of stiff heads he brought back, and checked them one by one.

When he came to Shun Chang Qian, his hairy face couldn't help but show a little doubt, just because Shun Chang Nian was too pretentious, in order to pretend to be a little bit like himself, he held back the feces and urine for a night, and his whole face was pale, sticking out his tongue and rolling his eyes.

Lin Yi should have turned and turned in front of Shun Changnian, making the latter's heart rise to his throat, thinking that he had revealed some flaws, but Lin Yiying's next sentence made Shun Changnian almost spurt out a mouthful of old blood.

"At such a young age, why did I die so ugly, I still don't want it, lest taking it to the Wind Clan will make people think that I am rotten to make up for it. Lin Yiying nodded and said, then picked up Shun Changnian and threw it into a corner of the town.

Shun scolded his mother in his heart for many years, he was such a handsome person, but he was actually ugly, how could he swallow this breath, but he still drained the feces and urine that he had held all night.

On this day, Lin Yi should carefully select the zombies he brought back and the zombies in the town, and selected a hundred heads and lined up in a long line, not that he didn't want to divide these zombies into several rows, but the zombies followed the road he walked, if they were divided into several rows in order to save trouble, I am afraid that a few rows of zombies would disappear halfway.

Shun spent a full day in the small corner for a long time, no one cared, and when the night came, the bell rang, and he flashed out.

I saw that at the entrance of the town, Lin Yiying put on the yellow robe again, carrying a basket full of paper talismans alone, holding an oil lamp and a bell, with a row of beating stiffness, and gradually disappeared into the night.

Shun disappeared silently in the corpse town for many years, and when Lin Yiying left the corpse town with a row of stiff for more than ten miles, Shun Chang appeared at the end of the zombie for many years, and followed slowly.

Shun Changnian was excited in his heart, following Lin Yi should definitely be able to find the location of the Wind Clan's ancestral land, and under the cover of these stiffnesses, he can definitely enter the Wind Clan's ancestral land safe and sound, why not do it.

Lin Yiying rushed to the ancestral land of the Wind Clan with a row of stiff horses, and it took ten days to come to a ruined city.

This city has been deserted for an unknown amount of time, and in the huge city, not a single house hall is complete, ancient and desolate, and the city is full of white flower bones, as if it has come to hell.

It's quiet, so quiet that there is not even the sound of insects, and the collapsed houses, the dotted bones, the cool smell, and the ubiquitous dead smell all show that this is not going to be a good place.

After Shun Chang came here, his heart suddenly tensed, and he knew that he was approaching the Wind Clan's ancestral land because he smelled danger.

Lin Yiying was familiar with the road, and walked towards a large hall that had collapsed half of its side with a hundred stiff heads and a person who had mixed in.

Although half of the main hall collapsed, it was still large and spotless, and it was obvious that there were people walking around on weekdays.

After entering the main hall, Lin Yi came to the top of the main hall, in front of a mural that was incompatible with this ruined city, the reason why this mural said that it was incompatible with this place was completely because it was so lifelike, as if it was alive.

The painting is horizontal, with a wilderness in the middle of the rolling mountains, and the heads of graves are like spring shoots springing out of the ground.

In front of those countless graves, there are still sitting figures, and these figures can be seen from the painting alone, their bodies are very stiff.

In addition to these figures and tombs, there are also many attic halls built in the mountains, and each building is very hideous, like the heads of demons.

The first vision of this painting is a pair of feet, these feet stand in front of the painting, standing on a mountain, like the big feet of a god descending from the sky, except for these feet, everything else seems extremely small, from these feet alone, you can see that this person must be a peerless powerhouse, located at the top of all living beings.

Shun took a breath silently for a long time, what this painting painted should be a scene from a certain period of the Wind Clan, a real scene, and the person who painted this painting also had a different thought, taking these feet as the main scene.

Lin Yiying came to the front and back of this painting, knocked on it very respectfully, and then took out the long sword made of three copper coins and inserted it into the painting.

With the insertion of the three swords, a ray of light suddenly appeared from the center of the mural, like a door, opening from the outside to the inside, revealing a blood-red curtain of light like water.

The corners of Shun Changnian's mouth twitched, if it weren't for Lin Yiying, he might not be able to find the entrance to this Feng Clan, this was too secretive, and it would be impossible for outsiders to find it at all.

Lin Yiying didn't say anything, and when he took the lead and walked into it, the piercing sound of bells came from it from time to time, and Baitou Stiff began to jump into it.

When Shun passed through the blood-like light curtain for many years, what appeared in front of him was a huge and huge hall.

The main hall is very large, very high, dozens of meters high, and the big pillars carved with hideous patterns are like the needle of the sea god piercing the sky.

When Shun saw everything in his eyes for many years, he saw that in this vast and tall hall, there were rows of stiffness, like a military parade standing all over the hall, not to mention as many as 100,000 heads, which should be brought by Lin Yi from childhood to adulthood.

After Shun lived for many years, he looked at the huge wall, and there was a giant-sized painting, which was exactly the same as the one outside, but it was much bigger, and it was even more shocking, that is, the visual sense was overwhelming.

At this time, the two disciples of the Wind Clan walked out in an endless stiffness, taking stiff steps. (To be continued.) )