That white face was almost attached to Qin Lang's leg.

Qin Lang lay still and didn't dare not move.

He held his breath, you, what do you want to do?

The woman in white just sniffed on his calf like a puppy, and he looked up and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he found the woman's blood-red eyes glaring at him fiercely.

All right. Qin Lang was probably sure that there was a threat, so he quietly pulled down, and the belt of his pants was snatched, but it was empty.

There is nothing physical.

Oh no! A thought flashed in Qin Lang's heart, and the woman took away my gold talisman!

It's good now, he can't see where the woman is sacred.

The woman was still groping around him, and he could almost feel the heat emanating from the woman's body, and the woman kept her mouth shut...... But Qin Lang knew that there must be sharp fangs hidden inside, so he secretly clenched his fists, ready to give her a fatal blow when the woman's head reached over.

However, Qin Lang quickly denied her ridiculous and stupid desire to fight, she was able to take away the golden talisman, then it was definitely not her own flesh and blood that could deal with it, so ...... You have to use some spells, artifacts.

But Qin Lang has nothing in his hands now.

He suddenly felt that a certain piece of skin on his waist was cold, so he instinctively touched it down, the icy hard touch, the familiar lines almost made him cry out, this is...

This thought was interrupted by the pain in his calf bone, Qin Lang struggled to get up, he felt that someone must have kicked him... Qin Lang struggled to get up and subconsciously touched the place where he felt that he had been bruised, but saw Mu Xue and Qilin standing on the wide flat ground, both of them looked a little sluggish, looking at him steadily.

"Mu Xue!Qilin!Why are the two of them here!" Qin Lang asked himself secretly in his heart, almost screaming in surprise, he hurriedly stood up with a roll, rubbed his eyes again, and the two shadows, one purple and one black, were still standing there, the expressions on their faces were dull and surprised, staring at him all the time.

Qin Lang felt that something was wrong, how could the eyes of the two of them be like puppets, and they wouldn't spin around?

Qin Lang's heart tightened after he figured it out, and he couldn't help but scold: It's really a fucking shit today, if these two guys who don't know what it is are resentful, then he will be damn with blood mold. Ya, whatever the hell he is, **** Ya!

Thinking about it like this, he also had determination, and his heart was not so empty. His face was a little pale and asked, "Mu Xue, Qilin, why are you here?"

Qilin and Mu Xue were still standing motionless, their faces were still sluggish and wooden, and when they stood in Qin Lang's position, they were really two papier-mâché puppets. Qin Lang's palms were full of sweat, and he rolled his eyes and quickly thought about countermeasures.

He didn't feel a lot of resentment and yin... It's just a little bit of it seeping down your spine... Where is this aura similar?

Oh yes...... Woman...... This gloomy and cold breath...

Qin Lang's heart moved, it turned out that the aura on their bodies was the same!So... Are they made by the same man?

In fact, the woman ...... He doesn't seem to have any direct proof that the woman in white is a woman... It's just that he judged it from his previous experience...

Thinking like this, Qin Langquan understood, although things were a little weird, but it didn't seem to be very scary. It's just a guy using sorcery. He turned to look, but was stunned: there was no one in the gray plain.

Hell, which one is this singing?

Qin Lang gritted his teeth and pulled out the Kunwu knife that had been burned with poison from the sole of his shoe, and the golden blade shone under the night sky. He closed his eyes and waved it out. Rely solely on intuition. As soon as he felt a solid object, a soft and warm object stood in front of him, and knocked him over.

That's a lot of tricks.

Qin Lang licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, the killing intent in his heart skyrocketed, and he turned sideways and pulled out the Kunwu knife in the dirt.

Even if you can't see the true face of the person who came. He Qin Lang is so old, and he has never been so aggrieved. With the Kunwu knife on your body, what are you afraid of?

He grabbed the Kunwu knife and slashed it on its side, and the huge beige unknown object was half lifted off by Qin Lang, and the viscous green liquid slurry gushed out, and he jumped and gently dodged it.

The devil knows if this thing is poisonous or not.

Qin Lang squatted down to check, but found that all the grass with its roots firmly rooted in the ground was dyed red. He knew that something was wrong, and quickly raised his head, and the white moon in the sky was like the white of a dead man's eyes.

Hey, it's really...

Qin Lang simply bit his fingertips, smeared blood on the Tianling cover, everything disappeared, and it was Qin Lang who saw it again, calm and lonely.

Woman in White...... Those two people...... It's all gone.

He looked at it again, and even the breath that resembled the breath of a dead man was gone, and he tilted his head to wonder what was wrong... Could it be that the sorcerer saw that he was too powerful and took the initiative to stop?

There seemed to be two shadows floating on the horizon in the distance, and he ran forward desperately, only to hear a giggle in his ears.

He was startled, but when he looked up, he saw only a verdant old tree. Could it be that the woman in white has come out? He was in ecstasy, and he just grabbed her and found out.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a human torso hugging a gray tree trunk. It's just that there is no head on the upright neck. And a shriveled, thin, dull yellow head was jumping and jumping. He couldn't help but be frightened when he looked at it again, this person was not Ah Wu or who?

He looked again, and his torso and head changed again. The torso schoolboy is sitting obediently on a branch and shaking his legs, his head squinting and napping.

Qin Lang didn't even want to scold the sky.

Forget it, Qin Lang patted his head heavily, and said to himself comfortingly and deceptively, this is Dongshan, if there are no ghosts in this place, is it still called Dongshan?

But today's events are a little weird.

As soon as he thought of the weirdness, Qin Lang couldn't calm down anymore, although he had been dealing with ghosts for a long time, but he had never been so deflated as today! Damn, he pinched his bones and gurgled, no matter what, this revenge must be avenged today! Dare to play Lao Tzu like this!

But......

He knew that this matter must be related to the place of Dongshan, but he couldn't say exactly where...... What if it's a bloody corpse land...... That's joy. He was thinking about it when he was interrupted by the sound of dripping water, so he stood up to see what was going on.