Lingwei Temple is almost twenty or thirty miles away from Suhe City.

However, there are more than 20 miles of official roads, and if you are fast, you should be able to reach it in an hour or two.

He glanced at the current sky, one or two o'clock in the afternoon, and the time was not too late.

Coming out of the river, not far from the official road.

"How about we come to horse racing?" Jiang Yang proposed.

"Okay!" Tong Ling immediately flicked the horsewhip, "Drive!" ”

"Let's get started!"

it! Jiang Yang watched a little red horse gallop all the way to the front, riding in the dust.

Jiang Yang's face twitched: "Do you still talk about martial arts?" ”

Immediately raised the horsewhip and chased after him.

The two horses suddenly galloped on the official road, Jiang Yang's horse was given by the Yan family, not to mention how expensive it was, it was definitely not bad.

But I don't know what breed Tong Ling's little red horse is, Jiang Yang is already chasing forward at the fastest speed, and he can't catch up at all, and there is even a tendency to be pulled away.

Does this little rich woman drive a BMW?

Jiang Yang almost wanted to slap himself at this time, how did he come up with the idea of horse racing?

Looking for abuse, isn't it?

At this time, Tong Ling also eased down in front, saw Jiang Yang's depressed appearance, and said with a straight smile: "Do you want to admit defeat?" ”

"Admit defeat and admit defeat!" Jiang Yang held the white flag high on the spot, this is special.

Tong Ling chuckled and said, "Little radish is my baby, how is it, amazing, right?" ”

"Awesome." Jiang Yang gave a thumbs up, and the old cow compared.

Only then did the two slow down their horses a little, and galloped all the way through the wilderness, and in just over an hour, Jiang Yang saw the Taoist temple in the mountains in the distance.

"Is that it?" Tong Ling slowed down his horse and looked at the temple in the mountains in amazement.

And Jiang Yang, at this time, also re-examined this place where he brought him an unforgettable experience when he first came to this world.

The two left the official road, turned to the path, and slowly the weeds became deeper and deeper, and the two simply dismounted and walked for about twenty minutes, and then they arrived at the Taoist temple.

"What a shabby place." Tong Ling looked at the scene in front of him and exclaimed.

The rotten wooden door and the courtyard overgrown with weeds, Jiang Yang was really familiar with this place.

The two tied their horses to the outside of the temple and walked inside.

At the same time, Jiang Yang hurriedly tried to communicate with Mu Hu.

I haven't left it here for so many days, and I haven't taken care of it for a long time.

But it's a powerful piece of equipment, so if you have the chance, you'll take it with you this time.

Thinking like this, he concentrated on communicating with Mu Hu.

Only then, his face changed slightly.

What's going on?

He actually felt that he couldn't communicate with that wooden tiger anymore!

Oops!

Jiang Yang inexplicably had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Tong Ling, let's go in and have a look." He hurriedly said.

The two immediately went inside.

Just after entering the door, Jiang Yang's face changed suddenly.

A corpse, not far from the door.

He hurriedly stepped forward, and immediately saw that there was a corpse in front of him.

These corpses were still freshly dressed, and they should not have been dead for many days, but they were dry, like a dried corpse!

The bad premonition in Jiang Yang's heart suddenly became a little stronger.

Follow the staircase of the front hill to the atrium, and then along the promenade of the atrium, towards the tower on the west side.

I saw corpses along the way, and I don't know who they were, but they all died here!

He took a closer look, and the men were all dressed in ordinary clothes, some of them looked like nearby villagers, but many of them were carrying swords.

And the tower, with its half-collapsed red mud walls and concealed vermilion lacquer doors, is the same as when it first came.

It's just that at this time, Jiang Yang saw that the threshold was empty.

He hurriedly pushed open the door of the tower, and his face sank again: "No more?" ”

The wooden tiger is gone, and the red-clothed ghost is gone!

The entire tower was empty.

And Jiang Yang suddenly thought, Muhu can't be contacted, what about the red-clothed ghost?

He immediately tried, but the moment he tried, a deep cold breath rushed straight up his head.

！！！

In this moment, resentment, sorrow, anger, despair......

Emotions were like a tsunami, almost wanting to swallow Jiang Yang's mind!

Jiang Yang hurriedly cut off the contact, and then suddenly came back to his senses.

"Jiang Yang." Tong Ling saw Jiang Yang's expression and showed a little worry, "What's the matter?" ”

"Your expression just now is so scary!"

Jiang Yang shook his head, took a deep breath and said, "I'm afraid we're a step too late." ”

His face became solemn, and at this moment, the only clue was also broken.

He felt more and more bad in his heart, and hurriedly said, "Let's get out of here first." ”

Tong Ling also had a bad feeling and immediately responded.

The two quickly walked towards the outside of the tower.

It's just that at this time, there is a faint mountain fog between the Taoist temples, and the entire Taoist temple is shrouded in the mountain fog, which is misty, giving people a feeling that is not very real.

When did it fog up? I didn't even notice it!

Jiang Yang walked forward briskly almost without hesitation.

On the side of the promenade outside the tower, there are a lot of bamboos, and there are lotus ponds and rockeries outside the promenade, and the water inside has already dried up, revealing the dry and cracked mud at the bottom of the pond.

There were also several corpses inside, some of which seemed to have been dead for a long time, buried in the mud with only muddy bones exposed, and some of which seemed to have just died, and were also thrown into the pool, lying in all directions.

There were also several dried corpses lying in the hallway.

At this time, Tong Ling beside him suddenly screamed.

"Jiang Yang." She was like a frightened cat, fried, "Do you feel that they seem to move?" ”

Jiang Yang observed carefully, and a dried corpse in the lotus pond on the right moved his fingers.

The bones buried at the bottom of the pool had just seen a slight tremor in the soil.

In the corridor ahead, the body of the dried corpse also moved, and seemed to be showing signs of getting up.

"It's moving." Jiang Yang is definitely authentic.

Haunted in broad daylight, Jiang Yang is also the first time to see it.

However, the appearance of these mountain fogs is by no means accidental.

The mountain fog blocked the sunlight and made the road in front of you less clear.

Artificial haunting?

Tong Ling held the sword and forced her composure, but Jiang Yang could sense a trace of panic in her emotions.

"Are you afraid of ghosts?" Jiang Yang asked.

"I didn't ...... Not. ”

Jiang Yang noticed Tong Ling beside him, and subconsciously leaned towards his side.

He untied the peachwood sword he had used before and handed it to her, "Use this." ”

"What is this?" Tong Ling looked at Jiang Yang with some strange eyes, and she suddenly remembered that when she first saw Jiang Yang, he had a wooden sword hanging from his waist.

She originally thought it was for regular practice.

But at this moment, she carefully looked at the lines on the sword, as if it was a seal inscription: "Is this a magic sword?" ”

Jiang Yang's eyes fell on the dry corpse that slowly got up in the corridor in front of him: "I'm a professional at dealing with these things!" ”

"Let's kill it!"

Tong Ling's somewhat pale face softened slightly: "Okay! ”

In the corridor ahead, there were a total of three dried corpses, and at the same time, the dried corpses and bones in the lotus pond also crawled up.

Further away, the corridor had disappeared into the mountain mist, so it was not clear that Jiang Yang only felt that there was a shadow in it, maybe there would be.

"Let's go!"

Jiang Yang did not hesitate, and stabbed a sword into the head of a dried corpse.

Jin Xing's true qi, coupled with the evil spirit of the peach wood sword at the same time, the dried corpse in front of him was like paper, and a hole was pierced in the blink of an eye, and a puff of black smoke came out.

At the same time, the dried corpses and bones in the lotus pond had already pounced.

The sword qi of the cold river swept over, and the footsteps of these monsters immediately slowed down.

Jiang Yang's sword immediately slashed the ghost that blocked the road in front of him, and the two of them rushed out of the encirclement as fast as they could, killing forward.