In this clearing between mountains and forests, the seven ghosts fell to the ground and quickly died one after another, and in addition to their corpses, there was also the half-eaten deer corpse on the ground.

The one-eyed ghost had long since fled to where he had fled, and when he was finally seen, he had climbed over a hill.

I began to think about whether I should take the deer corpse back to find the Laughing Master, or should I follow the direction in which the one-eyed ghost had fled?

"You, you, why can't you leave me a living mouth?"

I rubbed the little murderer's head, I wanted to blame two sentences, but I couldn't bear to say it, after all, it was just to save me, and I didn't think about it so much.

The little murderer screamed at me angrily, flew out of my hand, and chased in the direction where the one-eyed ghost had disappeared.

Yes, although it is not easy for me to find the location of the one-eyed ghost, it does not mean that the little murderer can't, as the heir of the Golden Feather Chicken King, it has a keen sense of smell and strong eyesight.

I decided, let's find their hiding place first, the wasteland is so big, without clues, it will be difficult to find the hiding place of these ghosts.

I pulled the deer carcass on the ground under a tree, covered it with a few dead branches, and chased after the little murderer.

We climbed two hills in quick succession to a deep valley.

The sun was setting, the dusk had passed, the sky was beginning to darken again, the fog was gradually rising, and the vision was blocked again, and the little murderer would always stop and wait for me when he flew a few steps, or whispered a voice to indicate his direction.

Finally it led me to a canyon that only one person could cross, and nodded at me.

Does it mean that the one-eyed ghost's hiding place is at the back of this canyon?

I pulled out my dagger, let the thug jump into my pocket, and then squeezed sideways into the narrow valley mouth.

After a few steps inside, the mouth of the valley gradually became more open, flanked by undulating peaks, and further in, the gravel under my feet became less and turned into a slightly gentle mud floor, and I began to hear the sound of water flowing in the valley.

A few steps further, I exited the mouth of the valley, and in front of me was a small river, which was full of purple-red flowers and even a little green grass.

When we arrived at the river, I saw a deep black glow on the surface of the water, and the small river seemed to be less than five meters wide, but at a glance it was bottomless.

On the other side of the river are dense woods, and you can vaguely see a few large and small wooden houses, a paradise in the middle of the netherworld! Could it be that this is the base camp of these evil spirits?

First, I need to cross the river.

I picked up a stone and threw it into the river, making a dull grunt, which was obviously very deep.

As far as I could see, there were no bridges on the east and west sides of the riverbank, and there were no trees around.

At this distance, I could jump over, but the black water made me panic for no reason, and I always felt that there was some danger hidden in the river.

I took a few steps back, lifted my true qi, rushed to the river in two or three steps, jumped up and jumped to the opposite bank, my start was very fast, at this speed I was enough to cross a distance of ten or so meters.

When I was in the middle of the river, I looked down and saw that the surface of the water seemed to start churning, and a huge whirlpool appeared, and suddenly a number of skeletal hands reached out of the water, grabbing my ankles.

Boy!

I let out a secret scream, lifted up, and ducked my feet from the ghost's hands.

But there was still an end, the ghost hand stretched longer and longer, I took a breath and went up again, but the hand in the water continued to stretch out, reaching a length of two or three meters, but I still only saw the arm, and I couldn't see the other body parts of the water ghost.

Seeing that the breath I was holding was about to run out, I had climbed to the extreme, and I could no longer lift my body, so I could only start to fall slowly.

As my body began to fall, the ghost hand stretched out more and more.

The little murderer also flew out of my pocket, grabbed me by the collar in a hurry, and tried to drag me up. Unfortunately, it was too weak to stop me from falling.

Seeing that my foot was about to be caught by the ghost hand, I took a risk, adjusted my posture, and stepped on the first ghost hand with my left foot.

At the moment when the ghost finger was about to pinch my ankle, he quickly bounced up, jumped forward, and continued to step on the ghost hand with his right foot, just like this, three or five times in a row, and finally successfully jumped to the other side.

The little murderer flew to my shoulder excitedly, touching my cheek affectionately, and I saw that it had just tried to hold me, its mouth was too hard, and the wound on the small beak oozed blood.

"Don't be so impulsive in the future!" I flicked its head, tore a strip of cloth from its garment and wrapped it around its mouth, putting it back in its pocket, not forgetting to tell it, "Don't jump out impulsively later!" ”

The mud on the shore was wet and seemed to have been turned, so I dug into the dirt with my feet, and found this long, wide wooden slat, buried under the wet mud, and it seemed that the wild ghosts who lived here must have used this plank to cross the river.

Moreover, the wet marks on the soil have not disappeared, which means that the one-eyed ghost has just crossed the bridge, and he is afraid that he will be chased by me, so he deliberately took the plank from the river and hid it here.

I crept into the forest, approaching a few wooden houses in the woods.

Halfway through, I heard the shouts of many people, and I took a few steps closer and leaned against a tree to look.

I saw that in the middle of the woodland was a row of dense houses, and there were many tree stumps left in front of the houses, but I didn't expect that after these ghosts escaped here, they could cut down trees and build houses, which is a rare scene in the wilderness.

Dozens of wild ghosts gathered in front of the clearing, two of them holding wooden sticks and constantly beating one of them.

The man who had been beaten was tied to a man-high stake, and he was covered in blood, and upon closer inspection, I recognized him as wearing the clothes of the Postman's House, and must have been one of the two missing postmen.

The postman hung his head, he was already dying, he couldn't see his face clearly, and he could vaguely see that he was about the same age as me, and he must have been one of the two apprentices missing, so where was the missing master?

"Here, hit me hard!"

It was the voice of the one-eyed ghost who spoke, and I saw him standing beside a stout man with bare arms and muscles, who was mighty and tall, and must have been the boss of these ghosts.

"I didn't expect the Postman's Mansion to dispatch the most ruthless Twilight Postman to deal with us!"

The sturdy man walked back and forth in front of the postman who had been beaten, and the sound of whipping seemed unheard to him.

Looking at the young postman who was almost beaten to death, I resisted my anger and did not rush out.

The big man walked around and said to the wild ghosts around him: "Brothers, let's not go out hunting for the time being from today, let's be hungry these days, kill this little postman for a while, and use his meat to hold on for a few days!" ”

Damn it! But they will eat the flesh of my fellow disciples.