It's not just anyone who can deal with drought.

Although there are big and small droughts, it is impossible for the people here in front of them to be the ancestors of the legendary four zombie ancestors, but even if there is a small drought, the terrifying killing power and the unpredictable magic power of ghosts and gods are not something ordinary people can handle.

Meng Juntong, as the only cultivator in this group, must have to make a trip.

Meng Juntong participated, Xue Ding would never be a bystander, and Xue Ding's martial arts were also the strongest in this line, with him and the Basheng sword, the ghosts, demons and demons had to be easy to score three points.

Of course, they can't do their best, they are only a few miles away from Heixi Tower Village now, and it's hard to say whether that evil thing will come out and fool around.

In addition to Xue Ding, the next strongest person is Yan Fengyi and Wei Ling's master Bai Xing.

After some discussion, the final arrangement was made.

Xue Ding, Meng Juntong, and Wei Ling led ten elite warriors into the mountain first, and the rear convoy was led by Yan Fengyi and Bai Xing.

In addition, a team was specially arranged to respond on the periphery, and his group was equipped with strong bows and crossbows, which could provide medium and long-range support for the advance team.

Yan Hong was also going to go, but was forcibly suppressed by Yan Fengyi.

Before leaving, Meng Juntong used a small wisp of mana to light a natal soul lamp for everyone.

This kind of spell is not profound, only need to take a drop of yang blood between the fingers, drop it in the wick, and then use the spell to associate this blood with the life of its owner, as long as the person is alive, the lamp will not go out even if it falls into the water, but once the lamp is extinguished, it means that the owner of the blood is dead.

This was done to determine the life and death of several of them, and secondly, the drought ghosts and ghosts had the means to borrow corpses to resurrect their souls, and these Meng Juntong had also read about them in ancient books.

If anyone dies at the hands of the drought, the drought, then drives the dead to come back and do evil, so that the hearts of others may be awakened.

Looking at the lights of life and death, he was soft-hearted and soft-hearted, and he couldn't do anything to his former comrades, and he took his life again in vain.

This natal lamp was lined up in a circle, and they were all placed in an empty carriage, Yan Fengyi was afraid that Yan Hong would run around, so he specially ordered her to take care of these natal lights.

In addition, Meng Juntong also found someone to go to a nearby village to buy some black dog blood and poured it on the torches that entered the mountain. This does not require the use of any spells, the fire stained with the blood of the black dog is extremely positive, and the obstacles can be broken by walking in the mountains, which is known to many hermits or hunters in many deep mountains and old forests.

In this way, the convoy was left to stay in place and camp for repairs. Meng Juntong and his entourage set off.

A few miles of land is a few miles for those of them who are sharp on their legs, that is, a short period of time to run away.

Seeing it, I entered Heixita Village, which should have been the time for the people to make fires and cook on weekdays, but the doors and windows of every house were closed, there was no one in the streets of the village, not even half of the smoke was missing, and the whole town was not the slightest bit angry.

Meng Juntong heard that many people behind her were already swallowing saliva, not to mention them, even she herself was trembling terribly.

Monsters are even rarer in Shaohua Dream City, Shaohua Dream City is an innocent world, and Meng Juntong's insights are only read from books.

As soon as I stepped into Heixi Tower Village, I don't know if it was because the breath of a living person was approaching or for some reason, there was a chaotic sound of dogs barking when the village was neutral.

But soon, the barking of the dogs disappeared again, and the barking dogs seemed to have been covered by their owners.

A dark wind blew up in the streets, kicking up a little dust.

Before passing by the residents' houses, Meng Juntong clearly felt that there were many pairs of eyes looking at their group.

The atmosphere was inexplicably tense, and the samurai who accompanied him had already drawn their swords.

As a samurai, holding a weapon in your hand is often the most able to inspire their courage.

Wei Ling was not so nervous, after all, he was a little grandmaster master, as the saying goes, a master of art was bold, and he had already been prepared for the situation in this Heixi Tower Village.

"The corpse plague doesn't seem to be as serious as expected," Meng Juntong looked around and said softly.

Wei Ling seemed to hear a very terrifying joke, his eyes widened, and he looked at Meng Juntong with his mouth slightly open: "It's not serious, girl, didn't you see the white silk hanging at the door of every house?"

When Wei Ling said this, Meng Juntong reacted to those inconspicuous strips of white cloth.

"What do you say about these white silks?" Meng Juntong hurriedly asked.

Xue Ding helped Wei Ling give the answer: "This is a warning during the epidemic period of the folk plague, if there is a person infected with the epidemic, such a white silk will be hung at the door." ”

Wei Ling nodded and said, "That's right, but this corpse plague is different, and the white silk hanging at the door means that at least one of the families is missing." ”

"Missing?" Meng Juntong reacted, a little surprised: "It's just infected with the corpse plague and become a biting zombie monster?"

Wei Ling nodded heavily, and at this glance, there were no less than 100 villagers in Heixita Village who had white silk hanging on their doorsteps.

This village looks small, but it has a population of more than 100 households.

Each of these families has a white silk, which only means that at least one person in this household is missing, if it is two, what about three.

The deeper he thought about it, the more Meng Juntong felt a chill down his spine.

How many villagers are infected with the epidemic corpse on the mountain at this time, plus a drought fish, they can really deal with these dozen or so people.

Now that they had come here, they had no second choice but to go into the mountain head-on, except to pass through the Yin Soul Ridge.

And the yin qi in the entire Heixita Village is terrifying, the time has just reached dusk, and the sun is still setting dozens of miles away, but here is almost out of sight.

"We have to go into the mountains at night, I heard the older generation say that if you want to deal with these ghosts, you have to take advantage of the dawn, and it is best to choose the time when the yang energy is heavy. One of the young warriors in the team said to Wei Ling.

Meng Juntong shook his head: "That kind of statement is just to deal with ordinary ghosts, if even the yang energy of the sky is afraid, it means that the Tao of ghost things is not deep, unless people provoke them, they are generally not willing to get along with the living, after all, the yang energy in the living life will hurt them if they don't pay attention to it." Speaking of this, Meng Juntong raised his foot and stepped on the cracked land: "The drought is the one who can send red ground, drain fire, easy to change the heavenly phenomena, and the magic power is unpredictable, for it, the celestial phenomena in this area can no longer affect it, so the day and night are almost the same." ”

Wei Ling sighed: "Before returning to Xia County, I walked hundreds of miles more in order to bypass this Yin Soul Ridge, but I didn't expect that at this time, I sent it to the door, forget it, fate, fate, let's go." ”