"More than half of the people in this town want to kill you",

Ying tilted her head and thought about it, and said, "It doesn't seem accurate to say that, because they are not human."

Kindness?

Lu Hong's eyes moved, and he suddenly heard the fierce wind behind him, and when he turned around, he saw a black sarcophagus slamming into it, this sarcophagus was heavy and heavy, and Lu Hongyun felt the strength of his palm when he pressed his palm on the coffin lid.

Sun Yao pressed the strings with her hand, and was about to run the Xuan Gong when a violent wind sounded, and another sarcophagus flew up from below, crashing head-on into the door in front of her.

The sound of the piano sounded, and the sound wave in front of Sun Yao was like water, if it was said that the sarcophagus flying sideways, with a strong wind, was strong, then this sound wave was as soft as cotton, and tough as a grass; the heavy sarcophagus crashed into the sound of the piano, and Sun Yao suddenly seemed to ripple in front of him, and the resistance of the sarcophagus became stronger and stronger, and it was difficult to enter an inch when it reached a foot in front of her, and then the sarcophagus exploded in the air with a wave of sound waves.

Rubble rose in the air, and a figure flew out of the sarcophagus, and the black shadow swooped down like a beast with a low roar.

Sun Yao's strings were picked, and the originally gentle sound of the piano suddenly became murderous, and the invisible wind sound blade flew out, and the two "snorts" penetrated into the black shadow's body, and the black shadow screamed and fell apart in the air.

"Ding...",

When the blood rain sprayed down, Sun Yao wanted to sacrifice the sound cover to block the blood stains, but the sound of the clinker whimpering flute came, and her fingers pressed on the strings couldn't help but move slightly.

This action is extremely subtle, but the piano is a fraction of a millimeter, and it is a thousand miles wrong, just a note of difference The sound cover failed to be sacrificed, seeing the blood stains sprinkled like raindrops, Sun Yao held the piano and swept out, turning her head to look at the blood-clothed woman with the bone flute on her lips.

"Click",

There was a cracking sound below, and when Lu Hong was about to press down the sarcophagus, a big blood-red hand suddenly broke open the sarcophagus and grabbed his wrist.

The blood-red hand was like a red fan, and this grasp directly wrapped Lu Hong's wrist and palm together; the sarcophagus fell to the ground with a "Peng" sound, hard as a stone, and the powerful red hand pulled Lu Hong violently and fell into the sarcophagus involuntarily.

The lid of the sarcophagus had been opened, and the foul smell of corpses was in my nose, mixed with the smell of decay.

Lu Hong's brows froze, a stream of light flew out of the Qianyuan bag, and Li Mang flew out, Lu Hong held the meridian divine soldier with his left hand, and with a movement of his wrist, the sword light was like silver across the big red hand.

There was no blood splashing, but the arm was already flying high, and the streamer in his hand suddenly changed, and Limman poked out and stabbed himself into the sarcophagus, and a low roar came from the sarcophagus, and the blood-red monster in the coffin grabbed the streamer with its only remaining big hand.

Golden opportunity.

Yingxing's eyes moved, her body was as fast as lightning, and the dagger in her hand was as fast as light, and the knife light almost disappeared into the back of Lu Hong's neck in a flash.

But she fell short after all, the streamer in Lu Hong's hand stretched itself out for some reason, and the sharp white light pierced her chest like a match without moving.

"Hmm",

Her apricot eyes widened as the meridian divine soldier passed through her chest, and she instantly understood that this weapon was too unusual.

Lu Hong didn't pity the jade, and shook her out with a backhand.

"Ahem... Hmm...",

Her petite and delicate body fell to the ground like a kitten, rolled twice, spit out two mouthfuls of blood when she got up, and looked at Lu Hong with infinite resentment when she raised her head: "You... What a ruthless heart",

Lu Hong didn't have any words.

He just picked up the sarcophagus with a sword, slashed in the oblique stab, and the sword light flew over and cut the sarcophagus and the monster in the sarcophagus into several pieces, and then the sword pointed together, and the backhand sword pointed out, and the milky white sword qi approached Ying's eyebrows.

He's always mild-mannered, but he's also a murderer.

And this fateful sword stabbed, Ying, who was still very weak, suddenly moved, as fast as a tanuki, and avoided this sword qi without danger, and her petite body flashed again and disappeared into the end of the alley.

Her voice came from the darkness.

"Lu Hong, I now know why they have to kill you",

"After all, for a woman, destroying what she can't get is the most painful thing."

She smiled and said, "I also want to kill you with my own hands, but unfortunately I don't have a chance."

With a low chuckle, the voice and the person faded away.

Are they?women?

Lu Hong was puzzled.

There was a sound of the piano, solemn, with a cold sound of the piano.

There was the sound of a flute, the sound of the mournful, melody and whimpering, which was particularly eerie in this starry night.

There was a yin wind blowing, and Lu Hong couldn't help but shiver, and he actually had a feeling of hair.

Outside the alleyway, a thick fog rose in the town, and he heard Sun Yao on the roof, and he jumped on the roof on tiptoe, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink when he looked into the distance.

Half of the town was already shrouded in fog, and the streets that had been empty and uninhabited were suddenly full of people.

In the night, everyone who walked under the thick fog was expressionless, their eyes were indifferent, and some were even a little awkward when they walked, but in Lu Hong's eyes, they did not look like people, but like walking corpses.

He suddenly understood what Ying Fang had just said.

"More than half of the people in this town want to kill you",

"It doesn't seem accurate to say that, because they're not people."

"They are indeed not people, they are ghouls", Lu Hong sneered, and remembered in his mind the flying corpses he saw in the Seven Kingdoms Resentment Land, in the old land of Beiyu, and it was also this terrible scene that day......

At the entrance to the town, red lanterns hung high on the long pole in front of the gate, and two horses came from outside the town, dragging two long shadows in the dim red light.

The two men on horseback were dressed in Taoist robes, and their faces were gloomy, and no matter who saw him, they couldn't help but be afraid.

The other was a monk, with a spotless white robe, a Buddhist bead around his neck, a tin rod in his hand, a white complexion, red lips and white teeth, and a faint sandalwood emanating from him.

This monk is still very young, but the charm and bearing look like a promising monk.

"Brother Dao, is this the place?",

The horse walked under the light of the long pole and was the white-robed monk.

The cold Taoist said: "This town has become a hell full of ghosts, and Brother Lu happens to be in hell",

"The Demon Dao killers that the Feng family spent a lot of money to find, the descendants of the Xuanyuan clan, and the ghouls have all gathered here."

The monk said: "Brother Lu is now the number one master on the Xie family's celebrity list, even if he is in hell, he should be able to kill ghosts and demons."

A slight smile suddenly appeared on the Daoist's cold face, and he said: "Brother Lu's ability to slay demons is okay, but to say that the ability to hunt ghosts is far worse than that of the master and me."

The white-robed monk smiled knowingly and looked up at the fog that had risen in the distance.