"Hah...... Ha ......" Su Wen gasped and felt his entire lungs burn.

Su Wen had never been so long-distance running, even if his body had already undergone a talent purge in the Holy Temple, and he didn't know how much stronger he was compared to ordinary people, but at this time, Su Wen had already felt a little powerless.

"The frost is heavy, the sky is high, the sun is light, and the red leaves are flying up.

The north wind does not hesitate to visit the south of the Yangtze River, and even breaks the window to blow the guest clothes. ”

Suddenly, a faint red light emanated from Su Wen's body, and with the low groan in his mouth, it accelerated again!

Running all the way, I don't know how many times Su Wen has recited this Huang Tingjian's "Gale", this is also one of the few poems that Su Wen has been able to exhibit so far, and the same as the "Minus Magnolia Flower" that cost Xu Yi's life, this poem also came from the mouth of the mysterious man in black, but now Su Wen's strength is really much worse than that of the man in black, so the same poem, chanted from Su Wen's mouth, did not achieve the terrifying effect of the man in black at that time.

It's just enough to speed up the escape.

Su Wen followed Yanbei's advice to him, and went all the way forward, never looking back.

Although Su Wen was very curious about what kind of strength Yanbei had and whether he could defeat Hua Fei, his reason still restrained the impulse in his heart and kept him from doing stupid things.

With Su Wen's last acceleration, he had already swept forward dozens of feet in an instant, and then the red light slowly dissipated, and Su Wen's pace slowed down for the first time.

Although Su Wen's talent is still very strong and can fully support the continuous role of "Gale", Su Wen's own body really can't keep up.

"It's been so long, why hasn't Brother Yan caught up yet......?"

Su Wen lifted his shirt and wiped the hot sweat on his face, becoming more and more worried in his heart. But at this time, there was no point in turning back, so Su Wen could only drag his slow pace and continue to move forward.

After another time of about a stick of incense, Su Wen never waited for Yanbei, just when he was hesitating whether to turn back to investigate, he suddenly heard an incomparably miserable scream explode in his ears! Immediately, a gust of yin wind rose from the ground, making Su Wen's body wet with hot sweat shiver fiercely, Su Wen almost subconsciously, clenched the short sword on his waist.

"Who!"

Su Wen shouted, then tiptoed a little, swept into the air, and the person was still in the air, Su Wen forcibly twisted his waist and looked back.

But I don't want to, behind Su Wen, there is no one at all.

After landing on the ground, Su Wen's face became even more ugly, and he pulled out the short sword from his waist and held it tightly in front of him.

The cold breeze was still blowing, but the scream never appeared again, but Su Wen did not relax because of this, but his heart sank, because when he turned around before, he found something even more terrifying.

It was a gray fog.

Su Wen clearly remembered that all the way he went, he was surrounded by incomparably green trees and flowers, full of greenery, blooming with vitality, but at this moment, those plants and trees seemed to wither and wither in an instant, leaving only a dark and blurry afterimage.

Those afterimages were shrouded in the strange fog in front of Su Wen's eyes.

Wherever the mist went, it brought endless silence and death, like a monster that was devouring all life in the world, slowly approaching Su Wen step by step.

The sky seemed to darken at this moment, and between the shadows and shadows, there was a disturbing sense of depression wafting in the air, as if this was not an ordinary mountain forest, but more like a tomb.

"Ghost Lookout Slope!"

I don't know why, these three words suddenly flashed in Su Wen's mind, and then the cold hairs on his body exploded.

Although Su Wen never knew where Guiwangpo was, and he didn't know what Guiwangpo was like, but at this moment, the yin wind blowing for no reason, the sudden scream, and the strange fog in front of Su Wen who didn't know where it came from, what could be more appropriate than the name Guiwangpo?

Thinking of the rumors he heard in the inn, Su Wen's nerves immediately tensed.

At that time, someone swore that a scholar from Slate Town wanted to break in, but he ended up dying here.

And Su Wen is also a scholar!

didn't have time to think about it, seeing that the fog was about to come to Su Wen's body, Su Wen hurriedly retreated a few more feet, but inadvertently, he stuck his back on a big stone.

Su Wen was suspicious in his heart, he frowned and looked back, and saw a tombstone, and the soft soil under his feet was a tombstone!

Frightened, Su Wen's heart had already risen to his throat, and he cautiously jumped to the side, saying sorry to the tombstone with a slightly pale face.

However, before Su Wen could breathe a sigh of relief, he found the small line engraved on the tombstone.

"Slate Town, Ren Xiaotong, Wen Sheng's next product. ”

Su Wen's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but gasp, isn't this the rumored Wensheng boy who broke into the Ghost Wangpo? But, how could there be his grave here, and who buried him?

The ensuing doubts continued to impact Su Wen's brain, on the one hand, he was sure that this place was indeed a ghost Wangpo, and on the other hand, he felt more and more that this ghost Wangpo was indeed full of weirdness.

Wait a minute!

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Su Wen's mind, which made him seem to realize something, but before he could think about it carefully, an even more terrifying scene suddenly appeared in front of Su Wen's eyes.

I don't know where a glimmer of light leaked out, gently sprinkled in the forest, reflected on the tombstone in front of Su Wen, and illuminated Ren Xiaotong's name a little dazzlingly, and then this glimmer of light slowly spread out, and the next moment, Su Wen saw that in front of his eyes, a large number of dense tombstones appeared, each of which was exactly the same, as if with the unwillingness and resentment in front of the deceased, it was quietly exuding a sense of tranquility!

The names on each tombstone seemed to come to life, staring at Su Wen lifelessly.

Here, it turned out to be a group of tombs!

Su Wen's palm holding the short sword began to break out in a cold sweat, and his fingertips trembled lightly without obeying the call, Ren Su Wen had seen so many horror movies in his previous life, and he couldn't bear it at this time.

The only thing that is gratifying is that no matter how strange and terrifying the qiē that happened now is, it has not caused substantial harm to Su Wen.

Thinking of this, Su Wen forced himself to calm down a little, as long as he avoided the strange fog, he wanted to come and worry about it for a while.

Su Wen stepped cautiously and continued to walk towards the tombs in front of him, I don't know if it was a psychological effect, Su Wen could always feel that there was often a crying whimper in his ears.

It's like the dead unwillingly moaning before they die.

Su Wen didn't know if the people buried here were all people like himself who strayed into the ghost Wangpo, and whether he would become the next tomb?

Su Wen was startled by this ominous thought in his mind, he felt as if his body was colder, and he quickly jumped two steps in place, the soles of his feet stepped on the soft grave soil, and he didn't know if it disturbed the peace of the deceased.

After jumping a few steps, Su Wen's face became slightly better, and he was about to continue walking, but his body was fixed on the spot.

I don't know what, grabbed Su Wen's foot and neck!

Su Wen's eyes widened, as if he had exhausted all his strength to look down, only to see a white Sensen's bony hand stretched out from the ground, hooking Su Wen's trouser leg tightly, and his slender fingers were gently placed on Su Wen's ankle, as if he was clenched into a fist, which made Su Wen's entire right leg can't help but get goosebumps.

Not daring to hesitate at all, Su Wen raised the short sword in his hand and slashed down towards the bone hand.

"Click. ”

The bone hand broke in response, and only the part of the palm was still wrapped around Su Wen's ankle.

At this time, Su Wen still cared about the demeanor of the literati, he frantically shook his legs and kicked at the tombstone on the side, trying to rub off the terrifying bone claw.

"Damn! If you go on like this again, even if there is no danger, I'm afraid that you will be scared to death!" Finally smashing the bone claw at the ankle to the ground, Su Wen cursed a rare swearing, but when he looked back, he found that the strange fog had quietly come behind him without knowing when.

"Damn it!"

Faintly, Su Wen seemed to have discovered something again, since that scream, the qiē that happened around Su Wen seemed to follow a certain law?

However, what kind of law is it? Seeing that the strange fog was about to touch his clothes, Su Wen quickly took a deep breath and swept forward again, but he didn't want to, before Su Wen could leave the distance of ten feet away from the gray mist, the mutation would regenerate!

"Roar!"

An incomparably fierce roar came from the depths of the tombs, seemingly filled with endless anger and resentment.

With the roar like a battle, an incomparably huge black shadow quickly appeared in front of Su Wen's eyes at a speed like a storm, from far to near, judging from his posture and appearance, even if Su Wen was familiar with "The Hundred Demon Chronicles", he couldn't even identify what it was!

"What kind of monster is this!"

Nearly three meters tall, such as blood-red pupils, sharp teeth, and the black burrs on its back, all made this giant creature look imposing.

If you don't pay attention to the carrion hanging between its teeth, and the mottled blood stains on its body.

All of a sudden, Su Wen began to become a bit of a dilemma, there was this nameless giant beast in front of him, and there was the devouring fog in the back, whether to advance or retreat, how to choose? Or, no matter how he chose, it would be death or life?

Su Wen stood in place, but a trace of strangeness suddenly flashed in his eyes, and then he lowered his head slightly and closed his eyes.

At this moment, the flash of inspiration in Su Wen's mind before, the unsolved rules, and the appearance of this nameless giant beast all swirled and intertwined in his mind, and finally pointed to the only answer.

He finally understood.