This valley is very strange, and when you are outside, you can still see the bright moon hanging high, and you can see the surroundings clearly without additional lighting.

But since entering the valley, not only has the back road disappeared, but when I looked up, the bright moon was also gone, and the surroundings were pitch black, and I could only rely on the torches in each person's hands to illuminate a small area around me.

There was a cold wind blowing across the valley, not very strong, but there was a cold feeling that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, making the heart feel an indescribable sense of fear and tension in its own heart.

After taking more than ten steps, under the light of the fire, I suddenly saw a dry skeleton lying in front of me.

These people usually see dead people, and naturally there are many corpses.

Originally, I wasn't so scared, but when I saw it at this time, my feelings were obviously different from usual.

One of them exclaimed, and subconsciously pointed the evil object in his hand at the dry bone.

Nothing happened......

"Don't scare yourself, it's just a dry skeleton!"

Seeing that there was indeed nothing unusual about this dry bone, such as suddenly getting up, Hatsgerai's heart was a little more stable.

At this time, there is humanity:

"There are so many scars on this bone, it looks like it was tortured."

When everyone heard this, they all looked carefully, and really found that there were many traces of torture on the dry bones.

Judging from the skeletal wounds, there are many traces left by knives, axes, hammers, etc.

"I think it's a slave!"

Slavery has not been abolished in Fandi, and although there are fewer slaves than before, there are still some slaves.

This judgment is reasonable.

It's just that at this time, everyone obviously didn't have much mood to explore what was going on with this corpse, and nervously held the torch and continued to walk.

Further on, the road in the valley became wider and wider, and I came across several corpses along the way.

Without exception, the bones all had traces of torture left on them, and they looked very miserable.

Only this time, no one said that these people were slaves.

Because, from the clothes on the subsequent corpses, they saw some objects representing identity.

There is even silk that can only be produced by the Central Plains people.

This thing, if you are not a nobleman, you must not be able to wear it.

Seeing this, many people's hearts began to hair.

Obviously, these people should have suffered all kinds of pain and suffering for some reason in their lives.

As the road ahead widened, it didn't take long for the group to cross the valley.

After passing through the valley, everyone's hearts tightened and there was no relaxation.

Without him, what is presented in front of you is a large and small bag of dirt.

There is no doubt that these are all grave bags, but there are no tombstones or anything like that.

In front of me, looking at it with big eyes, there are hundreds of graves.

Moreover, there are many bones that have not been buried, and they are thrown on the ground at random, and the hearts of those who see them are chilled.

A cold and strange atmosphere lingered here, and a group of people felt that their calves and stomach tendons were spinning, and some of them were nervous and couldn't even walk.

Hatzg didn't want to stay in such a place for a moment, and was about to open his mouth to beckon everyone to leave, when he suddenly heard several old and sickly coughs from the grave in front of him.

Every blow of this voice was like a muffled thunder that fell on everyone's hearts.

A group of people struggled to stretch their torches forward, trying to see each other clearly.

Under the light of the fire, the existence behind the tomb gradually walked out and appeared in front of everyone.

The visitor was a skinny old man with very little stray gray hair left on his head.

The goosebumps are dry and boneless, and it doesn't look much stronger than a dried corpse.

He was wearing a strange "leather coat" with a dry face, holding a brass bell, a bone flute pinned to his waist, and a curtain-like thing covering his eyes.

After the old man, who was full of weirdness all over his body, appeared, bursts of malicious laughter came out of his throat, accompanied by a few coughs from time to time, and seemed to be in very bad health.

Seeing the old man appear, Hatsglai's eyes widened, and he shouted in horror:

"Broken Mage, it's Broken Mage!"

When the old man on the other side heard this, his neck was a little exaggeratedly crooked, almost reaching his chest, and there was a crisp sound at his neck bone, and his old and terrifying voice said with a hint of mockery:

"I didn't expect to be recognized so quickly.

You're quite knowledgeable, and as a bonus, I'll make you my new leather cushion! ”

Hearing that the other party was actually a "mage breaker", a group of warriors had faces as white as earth and their bodies were like chaff sifting.

The legend of the mage is a household name for Fanren.

When most people are very young, their parents will scare them with the matter of breaking the mage and make their children obedient.

Those who do not obey will be stripped of their skin and bones by the mage-breaker and made into various utensils.

The mage was very proud when he saw that the group of people in front of him were all frightened by him.

After a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, he gently shook the copper bell in his hand.

As soon as the brass bell rang, everyone felt that there was a cry around them, the voices of men, women and children.

Every sound was miserable, and the scalps of those who listened to it were numb and their hearts were cold.

The ghosts around him cried constantly, and some people felt that something was behind them, and their cold exhalation almost penetrated their ears.

At this time, the evil spirit-warding item in someone's hand suddenly began to glow, as if blocking the invisible ghosts around him.

Being a soldier is not useful for all people.

On closer inspection, only the things in the hands of the lamas and Bon are useful, while the things in the hands of those of other sects do not change at all.

At this time, the fear in the hearts of people who have useless items in their hands can be imagined.

"Ah!!h

One of them could no longer bear such a terrifying atmosphere, held the useless items in his hands, and left the group in terror and ran away alone.

"Don't run, come back!"

When Hatzig came to see this, he hurriedly shouted.

Unfortunately, it was already late.

This man escaped a dozen steps, and suddenly screamed miserably, and he could hear the sound of ghosts crying all around him.

It can be seen that inexplicable blood-red scratches began to appear on its body, as if it had been scratched by sharp claws.

Then he saw that he was going crazy, and he was strangling his neck and rolling on the ground.

In a short time, the man with a terrifying scar had already strangled himself to death.

The rest of the people were shocked when they saw this.

There is no one who dares to leave the team alone.

A group of people held torches and held items to ward off evil spirits, and gathered tightly together.

It turns out that such an approach seems to be really useful.

Although there were countless ghosts crying around, they gathered together, but they did not suffer a substantial attack.

Seeing this, the old man who looked like a dry corpse kept shaking the copper bell in his hand.

The ghosts around him cried more violently, as if they were being persecuted by something.

Everyone could clearly feel that the unseen ghosts around them began to pounce on them at the risk of death.

The evil spirit item in his hand trembled constantly, and he almost left his hand.

When the bearer saw this, he was so frightened that he held on to it.

Subsequently, it was obvious that cracks began to appear in the evil spirit-warding items in someone's hands, and it was obviously a little unbearable.

The torches in everyone's hands also swayed under the wind, as if they were about to be extinguished at any time.

At this moment, many people were desperate and wailed on the spot.

At this time, Hazgelai, who was the backbone of everyone, stared at the copper bell in the hand of the mage with a secret gaze.

Taking advantage of the fact that the mage was rung the bell and paid less attention to them, Hatsgerai suddenly raised his left hand and suddenly shot three short arrows in a row from under his wrist.

Two of them shot at the magebreaker's chest, and one shot at the brass bell.

The two arrows shot at his chest were bounced off of his strange "leather coat" after touching his body, causing no actual damage.

But the arrow shot at the brass bell was a great achievement, shooting directly at the main rope of the brass bell and breaking it.

The bronze bell was originally tied together, and this time, it was directly scattered.

As soon as the brass bell dispersed, the surrounding ghosts who were besieging everyone scattered as if they had been liberated.

Even if people can't see it, they can clearly hear the cry in the distance.

The ghosts fled, and the eerie feeling around them immediately decreased a lot, which made people's hearts relax a lot.

The mage breaker who was originally in control of the victory did not expect the other party to have this move, and he was suddenly a little annoyed and angry.

Hatzger also secretly called luck in his heart.

His hidden hand crossbow was still given by Bai Desong, it was very small, it could only hold three arrows, and it was a surprise for him to hit the enemy at a critical moment.

Now it seems that the effect is very good.

Fortunately, he kept an eye on it, and if he didn't shoot all three arrows at this mage, otherwise he would definitely fail.

Besides, the angry mage breaker saw that he took off the bone flute pinned to his waist, put it to his mouth and began to blow.

As soon as the miserable and mournful sound of the bone flute sounded, I listened to the crackling sound of bone activity around me.

Then, I saw the dry bones lying on the ground around me, one after another, rattling and swaying, and standing up in various twisted and strange postures.

Many of them are missing arms and legs, and they still stand on one leg and wave with one hand.

Seeing that the skeletons around them actually "came to life", everyone was shocked.

After the evil spirit-warding items in the hands of several people flickered continuously, they could no longer support it, and they broke into ashes, and could no longer function.

Only the copper piece in Yeming's hand and the beast bone bracelet in Hatzgelai's hand were still useful.

It's just that cracks have also appeared on the beast bone bracelet from Hatzglai, and it obviously can't support it for too long.

The mage over there didn't intend to give everyone a chance to breathe.

Controlling a large group of dry bones to surround it.

When Hatsge came to see this, he suddenly shouted:

"Warriors, don't be afraid, it's just a bunch of monsters that don't even have flesh and skin, fight with them!"

With that, he drew his scimitar and slashed at a nearby dry bone.

Not to mention, this one is very effective.

The dry bones were knifed, and they were directly shattered into a pile.

Hatzig swung his knife in succession, slashing through several dry bones.

When the others saw this, they finally saw hope, and immediately drew their swords and stood with the dry bones.

The results were somewhat unexpected.

These dry bones look scary, but their combat effectiveness is not strong.

A group of people can basically do one by one.

Well, except for Ye Ming, this one is holding a copper piece to ward off evil spirits in his hand, and he has been following behind Hatziglai, with a cowardly and frightened look.

A group of people quickly chopped up all the dry bones that surrounded them.

After some of the dry bones are broken, their hands will crawl on the ground to grab people's feet.

This is intoxicating, but it doesn't pose much of a real threat.

Under the fierce battle of the people, they were about to kill all the bone monsters.

Just when he was about to see hope, he listened to the tune of the mage playing the bone flute, and it became even more terrifying.

Then, the crowd heard movement from the graves.

At a glance, there were already withered and green hands sticking out of the grave bag.

Just by looking at your hands, you can see that the monsters in the grave bag are much more powerful than the boneless monsters outside.

Seeing this, Hatzg kicked aside a nearby boneless monster and headed straight for the mage breaker with his sword.

This time, he slashed down the severer's head.

After a few steps, he had already rushed in front of the other party, and he was about to be cut down with a knife.

The ground in front of the mage suddenly cracked, and a dark green arm thicker than the arms in the other tombs stretched out, blocking the front.

A knife from Hatzg had to be slashed at that arm.

I could only hear the sound of a clash of gold and iron.

His already curled knife jumped out of a large gap, and it looked unusually broken.

And there was only a white mark left on the dark green arm, and it was not hurt in the slightest.

Hatzg was shocked and hurriedly retreated.

It's just that when he retreated, he intentionally or unintentionally stepped on an arrow that fell earlier.

After taking a few steps back, there was one arrow missing from the ground.

At this point, the other party did not notice.

With the failure of Hatzg's attack, all the monsters in the hundreds of graves around him have crawled out.

One counts as one, and they are all lean-looking, green-covered zombies.

In particular, the zombie guarding the magebreaker's side was twice as large as the other zombies, and just looking at it gave people a sense of invincibility.

At this time, the mage breaker was quite angry, blowing the bone flute, and a large number of zombies poured into everyone!

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