The strange barbarian had just died, but the corpses on the ground seemed to have been dead for days, the corpses stenched to the sky, and the flesh and skin on his body were even more rotten.

Fang Zheng forcibly endured the nausea and flicked the corpse with a knife, his brows furrowed.

"It's weird!"

This strange man is covered with all kinds of complex patterns, like dragon seals and phoenix seals used to draw talismans, but they are different, and they are strange everywhere.

The living dead?

At least

Strictly speaking, this weirdo is not a living person, but more like a zombie with some living characteristics.

is not afraid of damage, has infinite strength, and can understand a certain command, such an existence is even more difficult than ordinary three-blood martial artists.

The few knives that Fang Zheng had swung out before hurt his flesh and skin, but they were almost unaffected by this strange man.

There is only one last cut.

When he slashed out the knife with a clear heart, he first cut off some kind of connection in the dark, which could destroy the life of the strange man with one blow.

There is a god in the fist, which can destroy the evil spirit.

There is a god in the sword, and the same can destroy the treacherous.

"Huh?"

Just as he was about to leave, Fang Zheng's eyebrows raised slightly, and he pulled out a black iron plate from the location of the corpse's 'heart'.

The front and back of the iron plate are different on both sides, one side is the mountains and rivers, the other side is ten thousand beasts, and the two sides are also engraved with various complex words.

Wipe clean,

Fang Zheng endured his nausea and touched it.

"Huh?"

"It's ......"

With a surprised face, he carefully picked up the iron card, and his eyes became brighter and brighter:

"Artifact?"

The things that warlocks use to cast spells are usually called magic weapons, such as the peachwood sword that Zhang Mingrui most commonly uses, but basically has no special effect.

And the real magic weapon can increase the power of the warlock to cast spells.

Such as the magic sword given by the Pure Yang Palace to the Sanqingguan......

The token in the monster's corpse seemed to be this kind of magic weapon, at least in Fang Zheng's perception, the power of the divine soul was obviously more active after holding the iron card.

It's like......

It's like being on the altar of the law.

Of course.

The strength of the blessing is not as great as the Dharma altar, at most it is only one or two percent, and after holding it for a long time, there is a cold aura that drills into the body.

After a long time, I am afraid that it will hurt my body.

"Even so, it's a good thing!"

Founder's eyes lit up:

"Isn't holding this thing the equivalent of carrying a simple altar with me, and my contemplation goes one step further, and I may be able to cast simple spells without blood."

"Every time you cast a spell, you have to give yourself a knife in your finger, and you finally see your head!"

"Earned!"

Wrapping the iron plaque, he looked back in the direction he had come.

Well

Don't go over it.

'The other world is too dangerous, there are all kinds of strange things, zombies, the living dead, and even the three-blooded warriors are not easy to deal with. ’

I'd better wait until it's almost over. ’

'As for Zhang Mingrui......

He took the initiative to ask himself to lure the barbarian away, and he must have a certain certainty, at least there should be no problem in self-preservation, and there is no need to worry about him. ’

The thought was racing, and he had already made up his mind.

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"Say it."

Ling Hu'an held a long sword and pointed obliquely at the dying mountain tiger:

"Where did Lord Yan go?"

"Hehe......" The mountain tiger was covered with blood, his eyes were staring at Ling Hu'an, and his steel teeth were clenched:

"You think I'm going to tell you?"

"Dreaming!"

"Really?" Ling Hu An's expression remained unchanged, the long sword in his hand trembled slightly, and with a miserable scream, there was already an extra thing on the tip of the sword.

An eyeball!

The left eye of the mountain tiger.

"Ahh

The tiger covered his face with his hands, blood flowed through his fingers, and his mouth let out a terrible scream, but his body could not move a bit.

His legs were gone.

"You two."

Ling Hu An shook off the eyeballs on the sword, turned to look at the two brothers and sisters who were also powerless, and slowly approached:

"Are you going to keep your mouth shut?"

The two glanced at each other, and the man smiled bitterly:

"Sooner or later, you will die, why should Your Excellency ask more?"

"At least ......" Ling Hu An said slowly:

"I can make your death more comfortable, and you don't want to try it, right?"

"I say!"

Before the man could speak, the woman had already gritted her teeth and said:

"The surnamed Yan escaped our ambush and fled into the mountains, but you don't have to be lucky, he may not be alive now."

"You know, the mountains ......"

"It's not clean."

Saying that, he snorted coldly, and his neck was raised:

"Come on, give it a good time!"

"Oh!" Ling Hu'an frowned, and was about to swing his sword to attack, when he asked casually:

"What you brothers and sisters do is to give money to kill people, and the mountain tiger is also a bully and a fear of hardness, so it is said that you should not gnaw hard bones, but someone wants to kill Lord Yan?"

"Do you know where the other party came from?"

"I don't know." The woman shook her head:

"The one who gave the money was a masked woman, although I didn't see her appearance, but my intuition told me that the woman should be beautiful, and besides, ......"

"The surname Yan has done a lot of evil, and there are more people who want to kill him, I only hate that I didn't succeed at that time, but I fell into it."

"Hmm." Ling Hu'an nodded noncommittally:

"Girl, let's go!"

"Huh!"

The sword flashed, and a headless corpse slowly fell to the ground.

"Next ......" glanced at the remaining two people in the field, and his face sank:

"Let's take our time."

So many people in the fox family died, he couldn't easily let go of the mountain tiger, even if he died, he couldn't die so easily.

A thousand cuts,

It's just light!

…………

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

With the arrival of follow-up reinforcements, the situation in the field was completely reversed.

Linghu Zhong commanded everyone to encircle and suppress in all directions, and the remnants of the mountain tigers and those black-clothed people who didn't know their origin fell to the ground one after another.

Even the fleeing figures were found one by one.

"What's going on?"

Xu Seng, the owner of the Divine Spear Pavilion, jumped closer, and when he saw his son's face pale, he couldn't help frowning:

"Where are you?"

"Escape...... Fled. Xu Xiu stammered.

"Escaped!" Xu Seng's eyes widened:

"With your strength, how can you let them escape?"

"Daddy." Xu Xiu's face was embarrassed:

"It's a little girl."

"The little girl can't be spared!" Xu Seng was furious:

"Don't you know why the Linghu family was retaliated against, it's because you let go of an opponent at the beginning, and as a result, so many people were killed."

"Eliminate evil!"

"Where did she flee?"

He grabbed Xu Xiu's collar and said angrily:

"Say!"

Xu Xiu's eyes showed panic, and he trembled and stretched out his hand to point into the distance.

"Chase!"

Xu Seng threw him to the ground and beckoned the others to chase after him.

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Time passes slowly.

I don't know when.

A layer of hazy mist enveloped the entire mountain forest, which also made Fang Zheng, who was pranayama on the tree, open his eyes and look around in some surprise.

"Fog?"

The fog is so thick that it is only a few meters as far as the eye can see, and it is difficult to distinguish further away.

"Good thing I have a compass."

Shrugging his shoulders, Fang Zheng took out a compass from the package, adjusted the direction, and walked in the direction he came.

It's been so long, and the support of the Linghu family should have arrived.

Go ahead for a moment.

Fang Zheng pursed his lips and looked down at his feet, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes.

He remembered that he was coming down from the mountain, why did he feel like he was still walking in the direction of the mountain?

Isn't it time to go up the mountain?

I shook the compass in my hand, but the direction did not change.

Looking up and looking ahead, a halo appeared in the hazy fog at some point, and it was swaying away into the distance.

Someone?

Fang Zheng's heart moved, and he hurriedly followed.

When he got closer, Fang saw that the light source came from a lantern, and the person holding the lantern was wearing a small hat and shoes, like a small servant of a rich family.

As if sensing the footsteps behind him, the little guy raised the lantern and looked at it, and then smiled:

"The night is deep, the moon has been hidden, I can't imagine that I can still meet guests in this deep mountain and old forest, I don't know where the guests want to go?"

The little guy speaks politely, and he doesn't panic when he sees strangers at this time, and he has the courage of a big family.

"Disturb."

Fang Zheng arched his hand, and said politely:

"I was looking for a way down the mountain, but I never thought that there was a sudden fog in the mountain, but the little brother is a person from here, can you show me the way?"

"It turns out that the honored guest is lost." The little guy knows:

"But it's late tonight, and going down the mountain is not a good decision, and this kind of fog is extremely rare, so you might as well wait for the fog to clear."

Fang Zheng frowned.

"It's true."

The little guy continued:

"My master has a house in this mountain, and he comes to enjoy the scenery every once in a while, and he happens to be there these days."

"The Lord is kind and hospitable, and if you stay overnight, you will have no problem."

"This ......" Fang Zheng opened his mouth to say something, and was about to say something, when suddenly his body shook and he couldn't help but sneeze.

It's cold!

Why does it seem to have cooled down suddenly?

He is a second-blood martial artist, and he can't bear this chill?

"Childe is cold?"

The little girl spoke with concern, but his voice was smooth and weird, and at the same time he turned the lantern and said slowly: "And when the villain returns to the house, the official may give the son clothes to keep out the cold." ”

"Thank you...... Thank you. Fang Zheng thought about it, and there seemed to be no good way at the moment, so he could only nod and follow the other party.

The two of them walked along the sheep intestine path for a short time, and there was a turning point in front of them, and the eyes suddenly opened up.

In the midst of this dense forest, there is an antique manor.

The manor is vast and brightly lit, like a giant beast crawling in the middle of the forest, pushing away all the fog around it.

Well?

Looking at the manor in front of him, a trace of doubt flashed in Fang Zheng's eyes.

Everything in front of him seemed to be wrong, but there was also a layer of fog in his mind that prevented him from thinking more.

When I think about it, I have a headache.

Call......

With a light breath of turbidity, a trace of struggle appeared in Fang Zheng's eyes, and the visualization diagram of Yan Jun, who had been practicing for a while, quietly emerged.

"Buzz ......"

The sea trembled slightly.

A statue of a god emerges steadily.

The majesty and suppressive intent of the four extremes expanded through the body of the idol, and the fog that shrouded his mind dissipated.

Wrong!

Fang Zheng's eyes shrank, and he finally realized that something was wrong.

How could such a barren mountain and wilderness have such a luxurious house?

And......

It's still so new!

At this time, how could there be a little maid wandering around in the mountains and forests, and so hospitable, please come over without asking the reason.

"Gollum ......"

Fang Zheng's throat rolled, and he looked at the little guy in front of him again.

The other party's face was a little pale, and although his words were quite elegant, his eyes were dull, and he didn't look like a shrewd person.

The body is also very weak, and the movement under his feet is as if he can't touch the ground, and the flowers and plants he passes along the way have not trampled to death.

？

This Nima is not at all reasonable!

"Honorable guest."

The little guy looked back, and the green eyes on his pale face rolled slightly:

"What's wrong?"

"It's fine." Fang Zheng muffled and said:

"It's just that I feel that the fog is too big, and it's a little blocked in my throat, but it's fine, I just have a headgear to wear."

As he spoke, he took out a headgear from his backpack that combined a gas mask and a heat sensor.

Put on your hood, and everything changes dramatically.

The little guy is gone.

Manor Mansion ......

Also show its true face.

There were no houses in a row, only a grave in the night.

Dead branches, fallen leaves, cold winds, mass graves, the moonlight is obscured by dark clouds, and sporadic halos come from the turquoise ghost fire on the grave.

If you count it carefully, there are dozens of ghost fires, just like living creatures shuttling and moving on many graves.

There were also a few more people squatting in it.

!

I couldn't say it for a long time, so I let me come out.

This Nima is also too dangerous, either the living dead or a ghost, this time he simply stabbed the ghost nest, do you say it's not good to stay in Gu'an County honestly?

What are you doing out there!

"Honorable guest."

The little girl's voice sounded in his ears:

"Are you better?"

"Hmm." Under the mask, Fang Zheng nodded with a wooden face:

"Much better."

"So, can you take something off your head?" The little guy whispered:

"My master is having a banquet, and I am afraid that I will disturb them with the appearance of the honored guests, and ...... The little ones are also a little scared. ”

Well?

Fang Zheng was stunned before coming back to his senses.

His current appearance is indeed weird, and the murderous maniac who came out of the screaming series still has a knife in his hand.

It turns out that 'ghosts' can also be afraid?

Thinking about it this way, Fang Zheng's mood was much calmer, and he nodded and took off his hood.

It's not because I'm afraid of scaring others, but I can see the truth clearly with a hood, but I can't see where the 'ghost' is.

It's not convenient to really get started.

As for escaping......

According to Zhang Mingrui's experience, he should be in some kind of 'ghost' now, and it is impossible to escape unless he breaks it.

That is,

No matter how you turn around, you'll come back here.

Similar to a ghost hitting a wall.

Fortunately, in addition to himself, there are a few people who are caught in it, and there may be a solution, but it is really impossible to get out until dawn.

ghost

Even a terrible ghost is afraid of the scorching sun.

When the scorching sun rises into the sky, the ghosts will dissipate.

"Thank you."

The little guy nodded, squeezed out a smile on his face, and stretched out his hand to lead forward:

"Please!"

knocked on the door, and an old man with a shriveled body opened the door to greet him, and when he saw Fangzheng, he grinned toothlessly.

His eyes glowed green, like a hungry man seeing a delicacy.

"The host is having a banquet in the backyard, and this son can sit together."

"Okay."

The little guy led Fang Zheng forward.

The mass grave is obviously not big, but when it comes here, it is through the corridor and over the steps, nine turns and turns, it is really like walking into a prosperous manor.

On the road, there were also finely dressed maids walking together, and they saw the two of them avoiding early, or holding folding fans and handkerchiefs to cover their faces and peeking.

Like shyness,

In fact, he secretly licked the corners of his mouth, looking at the back of the square and salivating.

"Here we are."

"Who are you?"

The little guy led Fang Zheng into the 'backyard', and before he could speak, one of the people in the field was already yelling, and masculinity came to his face:

"The third watch haunts this mountain forest in the middle of the night, it must be weird!"

I don't know if it's an illusion.

As this person shouted angrily, Fang Zheng felt the body of the little guy in front of him suddenly shake, as if it was about to be blown away by the wind in the next moment.

"Back to the strong man."

The little guy hurriedly gave up:

"This boy got lost in the mountains and couldn't find the direction to go down the mountain, and it was getting late at this time, so he brought him over to borrow a night."

"If you want to come to the master's kindness, you will definitely agree."

"Lost?" The person who spoke was sturdy, his eyes were bright, and his breath was much stronger than that of the three-blooded Luo Zhutou.

But

He was wounded, and the injury was not light, and the hanging white cloth on his left arm was also dyed red, and the eyes that looked at him were vigilant, and he questioned:

"Boy, why are you going up the mountain at this time?"

While the other party was scrutinizing, Fang Zheng was also looking at several people opposite.

There were six people in total.

The big man who speaks is not the real leader.

Behind him sat a man dressed in a simple embroidered cloud swallow and covered with a crane, and he looked about forty or fifty years old.

There is a kind of lofty temperament on his body, but now he seems to have been frightened in some way, curled up and shivering.

His complexion is also extremely pale.

Next to this person were a middle-aged scribe holding a folding fan, two delicate girls, and a thug similar to a nursing home.

"Back to the strong man."

Quickly swept a few people, and gave it up:

"I accompanied the county town to order the fox family to go into the mountains to suppress bandits, but I got lost for some reason, as this said, I plan to borrow a night here."

"Bandits?"

Hearing this, the man dressed in a crane suddenly sat up straight, his eyes lit up:

"You say ......"

"Bandits?"

He was obviously too excited, and coughed again and again after speaking, which also made several people around him panic.

"Your Excellency!"

"Lord Yan."

"Yes." A trace of doubt flashed in Fang Zheng's eyes, and he replied:

"A few days ago, a group of bandits attacked the Linghu family's mansion, and many people were killed, so the head of the Linghu family naturally wanted to take revenge."

"Good!" Master Yan was overjoyed:

"Good shot!"

"Gong Huyuan, there should be no problem with this person, just sit down, after all, the owner of this place is not me, don't overstep your bounds."

"Yes." The strong man nodded:

"That's what adults teach."

"Those who come are guests."

It was only at this time that the man in the pavilion shrouded in tulle in the main seat of the backyard chuckled and spoke, and nodded at the place where Fang Zheng was:

"Why do you have to know each other when you meet, please sit down."

The voice is crisp and pleasant, as if he is not old, and it is even more charming, which makes people feel restless from the bottom of their hearts.

"Thank you."

Fang Zheng gave up his hand and found a place to sit down opposite Lord Yan, and his own maid brought melons and fruits, snacks and some wine to eat.

The melons and fruits are fresh, the snacks are exquisite, and the food is full of color and fragrance.

But he just glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze.

I saw clearly through the heat sensing just now, there is only a grave here, there is no house at all, and I don't know what these foods are.

Eat it in the stomach, who knows what the consequences will be.

"Smack!"

The owner of the pavilion patted his hands and said with a smile:

"Then the music, the dance!"

Immediately, there were women dressed in red and willow green, and under the bamboo pavilion not far away, there were more women playing the piano and blowing the flute accompaniment.

The dancing is graceful, and the music is blurred.

Make people indulge in it unconsciously.

However, Fang Zheng's body was tense since he stepped into the manor, and no matter how beautiful the dance music and music were, it was difficult to shake the heartstrings, and he just pretended to appreciate it on the surface.

Secretly, I hope that time will pass sooner.

The other party is willing to play, and he is so happy, the closer to dawn the better.

so

It wasn't until a small servant hurriedly came and walked into the pavilion after asking for instructions, and whispered a few words in the master's ear, that the atmosphere in the field changed.

"Oh?"

The people in the pavilion frowned, slowly put down the wine glass in their hands, and said helplessly:

"I was going to take the opportunity to celebrate, but I never thought that the mountains would be too chaotic tonight, so ......, have you eaten and drunk well?"

"Thank you for your hospitality."

Lord Yan stroked his beard and said:

"Yan is grateful for today's kindness, and he will repay him after he takes office."

"Lord Yan is polite." The people in the pavilion nodded with a smile and said, "Speaking of which, I really have one thing to worry you about. ”

"Oh!" Lord Yan raised his eyebrows, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

Although he did owe the other party a favor today, he was in such a hurry to ask for it, which inevitably made him unhappy.

That's it, that's it!

It is also normal for women to have long hair and short knowledge.

At that moment, he arched his hand, and said in a slightly indifferent voice: "Girl, please say, if Yan can do it, there is no other word." ”

"Lord Yan will definitely be able to do it."

The pavilion chuckled.

The lights in the courtyard flickered on and off, and in a trance, a beautiful woman's face appeared in the field, looking at a few people with a smile.

The key is......

Only one face!

There are no limbs, no body, just such a big face suspended in the air, no matter how beautiful the face is, this scene will only make people feel terrifying.

Hazy see,

Ghost lamp line,

Reveal the peach blossom face.

The ethereal sound lingered in the field:

"I've been trapped here for decades, and I haven't had a full meal, and a few of them came at the right time, so it's better to pity and pity me."

"Let's ......"

"Fill your stomach once!"

The next moment.

The ghosts are out of the cage.

"Woo......"

The wind howled.

(End of chapter)