Returning to the position of the stele, Wu Chong covered his divine thoughts, and a kind of chaos, the aura of the abyss was transmitted from the stele. This feeling is really not an ordinary object, and this so-called stone tablet is just a projection of the twenty-eight states in the Great Apocalypse World.

Wu Chong stretched out his hand and pressed his palm on the surface of the stele.

The cold touch came back, 'telling' him that this was an ordinary stone tablet, but the picture that the divine sense saw was completely different. In the image that the divine consciousness 'sees', the stele resembles a rotating portal, surrounded by distorted blue-gray fog dots, with a collapsed vortex in the center.

He placed his palm in the center of the whirlpool and said a word in his heart.

"Enter!"

Suddenly, the body twisted, and the person was sucked in like dust.

The outside world has once again returned to calm.

Only the old gods remained, still sitting there......

Twenty-eight states.

The former glorious twenty-eight states have become rumors, and they have only been recorded in the classics of literati and writers. Now there is only one and a half states left in the Yu country. Although this semi-state is not small, it is far less than before.

The country of Yu was founded on the Taiping Road and respected by the 'heavenly realm'. With the assistance of the Heavenly Realm, the Yu Kingdom quickly quelled the civil strife, and more than twenty years have passed, and many things have been forgotten.

The rivers and lakes are still the same rivers and lakes.

The imperial court also became the same imperial court.

The only difference is that the matter of the night demon and the pollutant has become public, and with the continuous influx of pollutants and the night demon, the living space of the Yu country has been greatly reduced. The fighting on the border has shrunk and shrunk. Every time these things took a step forward, the defense line of the Yu Kingdom retreated. After so many years, Yu has not won in the process of fighting pollutants.

In this environment, many people in the rivers and lakes began to pursue the ultimate lethality.

In order to be able to have a trace of resistance when facing the night demon.

The northwest defense line of the Yu State.

The ancient city of Menglong was appeared here by the night demon three years ago, and after Yu held on for three months, he had to retreat. Today, this place is almost completely abandoned, and only those crazy people who practice 'magic skills', or some outlaws who can't survive to come to collect medicine, will appear here.

In the ruined alley, several men dressed in animal skins and carrying swords are hiding in the corners, watching the shrouds wandering past on the righteous road.

"There are more and more of this!"

When the shroud was far away, a man couldn't help but curse.

"In this world, it's good to be alive."

The eldest brother at the head took the saber back, and there was still some blood left on the blade. Not far from them, a dried corpse drifted in the wind.

It's not the first time they've done this to kill people and throw corpses, and use people as bait to lure away the night demons.

These people are all medicine pickers, and they say that they are medicine pickers, and they have done none of the dirty work they should do. When the people who come are strong, they are the medicine pickers, and when the people are weak...... They don't mind making a cameo appearance as a robber either. In this kind of place where the court abandons, no human morality is useful.

"I'm going out two more streets, and I don't know if the remaining two bait tubes won't work."

As he spoke, the young man's gaze swept over the two women behind him, and his gaze was the same as looking at pork, without any humanity at all.

The two women who were watching looked frightened and shook their heads palely, desperately trying to get the group to let them go. It's a pity that this kind of gaze has no effect on this group of medicine pickers.

"Let's go, talk less."

The leader of the herb pickers did not talk about this topic, and after making sure that there was no danger, he continued to walk out with the people.

Not enough bait?

Aren't there so many people in the team......

The leader of the herb pickers didn't say this, but everyone knew it. What they earn is this death money, and whether they can survive or not depends on the means.

Just as the two of them turned the street, the blue bricks on the ground in front of them suddenly cracked.

Dark red blood bubbled up from the crack, like a spring. In the blood water, some cold and rotten bones flashed from time to time, obviously only a small spring the size of a palm, and I don't know how so many things came out.

Blood Fountain!

Why is there a fountain of blood in this place?

The face of the leader of the herb pickers changed, and he subconsciously wanted to dodge.

But before he could react, a gust of wind suddenly blew behind him, and two bright white lanterns swayed in the wind.

"Very good, very good, I didn't expect to meet so much blood food when I went out, and this ancestor should have achieved great success!"

The sound is erratic, making it impossible to find your bearings.

But the moment the herb pickers heard the sound, their expressions changed greatly. The young man who had spoken earlier exclaimed in fear.

"Ghost Lantern Ancestor!?"

This is a peerless murderer who has been wanted by the imperial court for ten years, and his demonic skills are earth-shattering, and it is said that because of the inhalation of 'demonic energy', his strength has reached the seventh order of the second realm, and he is a master of the world except for the emperor of the heavenly realm and the holy lord of Huangquan.

A group of medicine pickers still cared about the danger of going to the 'Blood Spring', and they ran wildly one by one, and even the leader who led the way in front of them escaped over the wall. There were also a few guys who were a little slower and even lost their weapons in their hands.

All of a sudden, there were only two tied baits.

Woooooo

The two women lost their faces, and kept struggling to escape together, but their hands and feet were tied, and they couldn't run away if they wanted to.

The wind was blowing, two ghost lamps were swaying in the wind, and a strange man with a withered body walked slowly over. As the strange man approached, the bodies of the two women lying on the ground withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if something had sucked their lives. A moment later, the two of them were two dried corpses without the breath of life. The wind swept by, blowing the two dry corpses on the ground into dust and sand, and swept them into the lanterns.

The lights are brighter.

"It's all the lamp oil of the ancestor, and none of them can run."

The withered humanoid index finger flipped over for a moment, and only then did it become clear that there were several translucent silk threads wrapped around the old man's index finger. The two oil lamps are connected by this silk thread, and they look like ghost lamps from a distance.

With the flipping of the fingers of the Ghost Lantern Ancestor, the silk threads flew out one by one, and soon caught up with the fleeing herb pickers.

After a scream, the world fell silent.

The yin wind subsided, and the ghost lamp fell, illuminating the corpse-like face of the ghost lamp ancestor. The man's cheeks were sunken, his eyes glowed blue, his skin was the same as the bark of a tree, and his whole body was as dull as a dead body crawling out of a grave.

That's magic!

After Wu Chong left the Twenty-Eight Prefectures, the Heavenly Realm and Huangquan developed a technique in order to resist the collapse of the front line. It is said that it was researched by the pioneer Wu City Lord's 'aura' creativity.