The breeze blows through the forest, and when you look from a high place, the treetops of every tree in the forest move at the same time, like a blue wave rolling.

At this moment, there were ten figures standing above the waves, even if there were cultivators passing by here at this moment, they would not have thought that nine of these ten people were real Mu Youmeng, and the other had an unclear relationship with Mu Youmeng.

Although Mu Yu didn't want to kill at will, he had already discovered that he had become so accustomed to the passage of life unconsciously, and some things had already quietly changed his view of life.

If there are people who do not deserve to live, then it is indeed necessary for him to reap their lives.

A black and white light flashed in Mu Yu's eyes, and he said calmly, "I understand, I know what I should do." ”

The old tree elder stood with his hands in his hands, and when he saw Mu Yu making up his mind, he smiled again and said, "We are waiting for you, Mu Youmeng does not like war, but when war breaks out, we can't stand idly by." I know that you want to resurrect a man named Deadwood Changqing, then you need his soul to remain intact and go to Ghost Island, where you can nourish the soul, which is also the purpose of the Ghost Gate. ”

The ghost gate people are the beginning of Mu Yu's killing.

"I've found that the wounds on the wood spirit's body have been repaired a lot, and absorbing the power of the soul can also repair it. I simply removed you from the hands of the Ghost Gate people this time and didn't clean them up because I felt that the Ghost Gate people should die at your hands and become the nourishment of the wood spirit, not die at my hands.

You can hold these three Bodhi leaves, and when you encounter the situation just now, you can input your spiritual power into the Bodhi leaves, and it will turn into the Five Elements Escape Technique to help you escape, and you can also rely on it to find me. ”

The old tree grower's palm spread out, and three Bodhi leaves gently floated up from his palm and landed in front of Mu Yu's eyes. Mu Yu took the Bodhi leaves, and he was surprised to find that these three Bodhi leaves were actually related to the breath of the old tree chief, as if there was an invisible thread that could find the location of the old tree chief.

"As far as I know, there are a lot of ghost sect people in the Moyun Mountain Range this time, you have to be careful, don't have the accident just now. The old tree chief nodded kindly at Mu Yu, and then the figure gradually disappeared into the woods, and the other eight Mu Yumeng also followed the old tree leader away.

"The old tree looks pretty good. Long Teng said loudly.

"Yes, do you think Yumeng can eat it?" asked Xiao Shuai with a flick of his tail.

"Why don't you eat anything!!" Ryuto said angrily.

Mu Yu smiled dumbly, Xiaoshuai is really a good boy who is not picky.

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There is a famous place in the Moyun Mountains, and that is the Valley of Mass Burial. The Mass Burial Valley is actually an underground fissure, several kilometers long and more than two hundred meters wide, and bottomless.

At midnight, ghosts cry and wolf howls from the bottom of the Mass Grave Valley, which is very scary.

There are many villages in the vicinity of the Mass Grave Valley, and the people of these villages have a custom of dressing the dead in the most solemn clothes after death, and then throw them into the Mass Grave Valley.

According to their legends, the Valley of Mass Burials is an underground crack that leads to reincarnation in the underworld, and the dead can only be reincarnated if they are thrown into it.

Some people in the city will also transport corpses from afar here, and then throw them down, and this is also a good place for many cultivators to destroy their corpses.

It was here that Ghost Xuanyue once killed forty-nine Jindan Stage cultivators, and relied on the Soul Seeking Array to find Feng Haochen's hiding place.

The Valley of Mass Graves is located on a high slope, which is shrouded in gray fog all year round, and even sunlight cannot shine through. There is a funeral procession of more than a few hundred people at the bottom of the high slope, and at this moment the mournful horn suona is opening the way ahead.

These more than 100 people are mortals, they are from the nearby villages, and the one who died today is a ninety-year-old man, and it is quite good for mortals to live to be ninety years old, because the seniority is extremely high, so according to the customs of the village, the whole village has to come to the funeral.

Several people wearing linen and filial piety carried a Nanmu coffin, crying and shaking the sky, and paper money flew all the way, dancing with the wind. The funeral procession slowly walked along the mountain road towards the mass grave valley, and the uphill road was difficult, especially with the heavy coffin.

The faces of several of the coffin bearers were flushed, and they needed to stop and rest for a moment every time they walked. By the time they carried the coffin to the edge of the mass grave, everyone was already sweating.

The coffin was parked on the edge of the Mass Grave Valley, and the wind was gusting below, and the paper money would soon be blown up if it fell, and if anyone paid attention, they would find that not a single piece of paper money could fall into the Mass Grave Valley.

A simple table was placed in front of the coffin, on which there was an incense burner, three sticks of incense, and some offerings, so that the deceased would not go hungry on the Huangquan Road.

There was an iron bucket on the ground, and the paper money inside was burning vigorously.

Forty or fifty family members knelt in front of the coffin and cried loudly, although many did not cry tears at all, but according to the customs of the village, the louder the children and grandchildren wept, the more filial piety, so each descendant tore his throat and cried desperately, for fear of falling into the name of unfilial piety.

Chen Erzhuang is a dark-faced man who is also in the business of the dead. Whether it is a coffin or a paper money tribute, it comes from his shop, and the people in the village are not educated, so he will also help people write a memorial message every time, and follow the funeral team here to bid farewell to the deceased.

Chen Erzhuang knows better than anyone about the customs of the dead, because he has been dealing with the dead all year round, so he will always have that sad professional face.

He glanced at the forty or fifty family members who were crying "dead and alive", and sighed slightly in his heart, it is estimated that there are less than five of these forty or fifty people who are really sad.

Perhaps because he had seen this kind of scene so often, he could tell at a glance which person was showing his true feelings and which one was deliberately wiping his tears with an onion.

When people are old, they will bring a lot of burdens to their families, especially if they are full of children and grandchildren, providing for the elderly will become a problem. It is only after the death of the elderly that their children and grandchildren will feel relieved, and they do not need to spend that extra energy and financial resources.

"Dear fathers and fellow villagers, it is with a heavy heart that we come to bid farewell to Mrs. Zhao. Mrs. Zhao is full of children and grandchildren, and her life is honest and simple, and now she is dying, which is a joy and mourning. His children and grandchildren are all very filial......"

Chen Erzhuang understands the situation of this family, to be honest, although the dead old man Zhao lived to be ninety years old, he did not have a good old age. He lived too long, and he had three sons, two daughters, ten grandchildren, and more than twenty great-grandchildren, and four generations in the same house, which should have been a joyful event, but the three sons refused to take the initiative to provide for him, and none of the children and grandchildren would come to see him.

He had been living alone for more than ten years, and he died for three days before being discovered. The funny thing is that it was not his relatives who found out that Old Man Zhao was dead, but a dog he raised, which barked at the door for three days before being noticed strangely.

"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to raise but does not wait. Mrs. Zhao has cultivated so many outstanding and filial children and grandchildren in her life, and her father is kind and filial to her son. Now that he is gone, people can't help but sigh that the world is impermanent and the destiny is unfair......"

Chen Erzhuang snorted lightly in his heart, when he came to Zhao's house just now, Old Man Zhao's three sons were still fighting over who would inherit the house where Old Man Zhao lived during his lifetime! But what does this have to do with him? He is just a businessman, just try to pick good words to say.

"Now that the dead are gone, and the living mourn, Old Lady Zhao's spirit in the sky will definitely protect the health and longevity of his descendants. Let's say goodbye to Mrs. Zhao together, Mrs. Zhao, you go all the way!"

Chen Erzhuang sometimes thinks that he has been saying goodbye to the dead all his life, so who should read a memorial speech to him after his death?

Old Lady Zhao's children and grandchildren cried loudly again, everyone was about to tear their throats, and some people were hoarse, but they still tried to cry loudly.

"The time has come, it's time for Mrs. Zhao to hit the road. ”

Chen Erzhuang signaled, and the four men he brought immediately stepped forward, solemnly lifted the coffin, and then slowly pushed it into the bottomless mass burial valley.

The heavy Nanmu coffin quickly fell into the abyss. The wind blew and soon sank into the gray mist.

According to Chen Erzhuang's orders, the descendants of Old Lady Zhao all rushed to the edge of the mass burial valley, desperately crying and screaming to save them.

"Dad, don't go! the child hasn't fully fulfilled his filial piety!"

"Grandpa, don't leave us!"

"Grandpa, come back soon!"

Everyone cried and shouted hard, shouting good words to keep Old Man Zhao. Although Old Man Zhao's death was not a big deal for them at all, they even wished that he would die early, so as to save the neighbors from always gossiping.

Chen Erzhuang still looked sad, he sighed lightly, although the custom is to shout the soul like this, it seems that the descendants are reluctant to leave their relatives, but many times this kind of thing looks like a joke.

However, at this moment, Old Man Zhao's descendants suddenly screamed in horror, and everyone ran back with strange screams, as if they had seen something terrible from the Mass Grave Valley.

Chen Erzhuang felt a little strange, he didn't let these people scream like this just now. He turned his head to look down at the Mass Grave Valley and took a look, it didn't matter, it almost scared him so much that his legs went limp!

Old Lady Zhao's Nanmu coffin did not fall, but was slowly rising, and a strange breath came from the coffin, and soon the cold breath instantly enveloped everyone, and everyone was so frightened that they couldn't move.

The Nanmu coffin gradually floated up from the bottom of the mass burial valley and appeared in front of hundreds of people, and then there was a heavy muffled sound, the coffin lid was slowly slid open, and Old Lady Zhao suddenly stood up straight from the coffin!

"Hell!"

All the mourners screamed in horror, and they tried to turn and flee, but an invisible force suppressed them, and they were horrified to find that their legs were no longer listening.

Old Lady Zhao's face was like a dry and wrinkled bark, and a grim smile suddenly appeared, his eyes slowly opened, and a pair of eyes were as black as ink, without the whites of his eyes!

The most frightening thing is that Old Lady Zhao actually opened her mouth that had lost her teeth a long time ago and spoke!

"Didn't you cry and let me come back? Why are you so scared when I come back?" Old Lady Zhao smiled darkly, and the laughter was like a certain demon beast grinding its teeth, scaring his children and grandchildren into dissipation!

"Dad, you, you better leave quickly!"

"Yes, it's the eldest brother and the second brother who want to forcibly occupy your house, I just don't like it......"

"Nonsense! It's obviously the third child, you shout the most!"

The three sons suddenly began to accuse each other, they thought that Old Lady Zhao refused to leave because of the house, so they hurriedly began to shirk their responsibilities.

"Then why don't you three come with me and go to hell to continue to be filial to me!"

Old Lady Zhao stretched out his hand suddenly, and the monstrous ghost aura instantly enveloped his three sons, and the three of them roared in pain, and then gradually lost their voices, only three white souls floated up from them, and they were swallowed by Old Lady Zhao with his mouth open, and swallowed them all!

Old Lady Zhao sucked up the souls of his three sons, stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, then looked at everyone, and said with a grim smile: "I have accepted the souls of all the people of your Zhao family, Jiji." ”

The eerie ghost aura instantly submerged the entire Mass Grave Valley.