How did you die?

When did you die?

Gu Ji looked at Hua Yuqiong with a puzzled gaze, and saw that the long sword in her hand had turned into a dagger, so she retracted her gaze clearly, and Huang Dou glanced at Guo Lao with slanted eyes.

"Since you let you die, then I will reluctantly help you cremate, don't thank me too much."

Gu Ji flapped his wings and spewed another breath of fire.

The fire blended with the fire that was originally wrapped around Guo Lao's body, like adding fuel to the fire, engulfing Guo Lao's body in an instant.

When the flames dissipated, there was only a place of soot left.

The cold wind was blowing, and the soot was swept up from the ground and drifted with the wind. The bright moonlight had dimmed at some point, and gradually lost its light.

The flame, which was still being thrown into the "fuel", became the only source of light in the area.

Several people in Guo Lao's scroll suddenly reacted, and the old man in gray clothes and with a dignified face was the one who had scolded Guo Lao coldly with a face earlier.

To his left was a small crane-haired old man who was almost a head shorter than him.

When the little old man saw this scene, he was so shocked that his mouth was so wide that he could stuff a duck egg into it.

He was about to speak, but the scroll suddenly flashed, and the retro runes flowing with spiritual luster also dimmed.

"Hey, hey, hold on a little longer! Elder Ben hasn't seen that murderer yet!"

Seeing that the scroll was about to disappear due to the exhaustion of spiritual power, the crane-haired little old man was anxious and shouted at the scroll, his two eyes eagerly scanning the picture displayed by the scroll.

But the scroll wouldn't listen to him, and the spiritual power was insufficient, so the scroll gradually disappeared in midair.

Suddenly, at the last moment when the scroll disappeared, the little old man's eyes lit up, he looked up at the gray-clothed old man with a solemn face on the side, and said excitedly: "I saw it!"

Hearing this, the rest of the old men who had gathered around were busy talking out loud.

"Who? Is it male or female? ”

"What does it look like?"

"What color do you wear?"

"Highs and lows? Fat and skinny? Is it good-looking? ”

“……”

The crane-haired little old man then said with a serious face: "The scroll disappeared too quickly, and I didn't see the upper body. But I'm sure he's a man, and he's a very thin man dressed in white. ”

When an old man in a blue robe heard this, he was silent for a while, and then said, "I'll send someone to investigate."

With that, he turned and left.

Hua Yuqiong looked at the place where the scroll disappeared, remembering the sharp gaze that the little old man had looked at her just now, and frowned.

It seems that this place cannot be stayed for long......

Zhai Yantian, who was tied to the humanoid frame, smelled the strong smell of blood emanating from under his feet, and subconsciously looked down.

Through the firelight, you can vaguely see the soft things under your feet, and just one glance made Zhai Yantian's face turn pale in an instant, and his stomach turned upside down.

It's just because what he's stepping on under his feet is nothing else, it's just a piece of bloody flesh!

Cold sweat broke out on Zhai Yantian's forehead, and the flesh and bloodstained white bones that were still sticking to it less than a zhang away next to him reminded him all the time that what he was stepping on was not chicken, duck and fish meat, but real fresh human flesh!

Thinking of this, the soft touch under his feet made Zhai Yantian tremble, and a cold breath burst from the soles of his feet.

He looked at Hua Yuqiong, who was standing beside him, also stepping on the bloody piece of flesh but his face did not change, and swallowed his saliva uneasily.