"Brother Ma Jian'er, Brother Ma Jian'er?" Qinghe gently pushed Ma Jian'er, and when he saw that he only made a few "hmm" sounds, he fell asleep.

"Looks like he's really drunk. ”

Qinghe nodded, spread his hands and sighed helplessly, "If I knew that he was so shallow, I wouldn't have put intoxicating drugs into it." ”

As he was talking to me, his eyes suddenly widened and his expression changed.

"Ah Qi, get down and hold your breath!"

Qinghe let out a low cry and covered my mouth and nose. Before I could figure out what had happened, a few fires went dark. Everywhere was plunged into darkness, and then I saw a small tube by the window creeping in, and scattering little by little towards the temple with a milky white smoke.

The sound of sound sleep in the ruined temple gradually became faint. Qinghe tightly guarded my mouth and nose, and his body trembled. I saw a hard object fly out of his fingertips, shooting straight at the small tube that was emitting white smoke.

Knock –

A flickering shadow flashed outside the window paper. Qinghe immediately helped me up and whispered, "Ah Qi, let's catch up!"

The shadow was running fast. Qinghe and I chased after him all the way until he suddenly disappeared into the barren forest.

A few night birds were startled in the forest, and the shadows of the trees in the white mist were scattered, and there was a "creaking" sound under the footsteps. Except for me and Qinghe, there is no such thing as the shadow just now.

"Beware of deception. "Qinghe walked cautiously.

The Yicai Sword also seemed to smell a dangerous aura and made a "zheng" sound, and I didn't dare to take it lightly. The image was very familiar with the terrain, and perhaps he was hiding somewhere in it to keep an eye on us.

The night bird sank into the black sky, the cold wind suddenly stopped, and the surrounding area became unusually silent. The mist that floated in the forest slowly dissipated, and I saw that something seemed to hang from the strange shadows of the trees.

"Qinghe, look!"

After Qinghe saw the things hanging on the trees, his eyes changed slightly, and his tone was shocked: "There are people on the trees!"

It's people, those people are hanging motionless from trees, to be precise, some ......

"It's a corpse!" I exclaimed quietly. Qinghe looked at me and nodded solemnly.

"It looks like someone deliberately brought us here. ”

His words were falling. Suddenly, a gust of wind broke out in the forest, and the dead branches and leaves all over the ground rushed up. The white mist dissipated a little more, and the corpses hanging on the trees swayed from side to side as if they had come to life.

"You-we-are-who-"

A low, hoarse voice suddenly came from mid-air, and it made people's scalps tingle when they heard it.

"You-we-are-who-"

"Y-who-"

Immediately afterward, countless voices rang out at the same time, as strange as ghosts, asking the same question over and over again.

"You-we-are-who-"

The corpses in the trees "rustled" and swayed. These noises were like snakes crawling and gradually invading the internal organs, and I suddenly felt a cramping pain in my heart, and a sullen breath jumped up and stuck in my throat, which was particularly uncomfortable.

Kiyowa noticed my discomfort and pressed his palm down my back. I felt a wave of true qi surging up in an instant, breaking through the barrier in my throat, and a bit of bloody qi overflowed between my lips and teeth, and my chest was unblocked a lot.

"It's a corpse transmission. ”

"Corpse transmission?" I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, as if I was facing a great enemy, "Isn't this a secret technique?"

Corpse transmission, as the name suggests, uses the voice of the corpse, once the listener falls into it, the corpse poison will seep into the internal organs, and finally fall to the ground and die. And those who want to use the corpse to spread the voice must communicate with the corpse's spirit and flesh, such a person is either a half-dead person himself, or he has been dealing with the corpse for many years and has been contaminated with a corpse.

"Kiyowa, I think I know who brought us here. ”

Qinghe was not surprised to bow his head, pointed to the corpse on the tree and said, "There is a fake corpse here, as long as we find it, the corpse transmission can be cracked." ”

The voice still floated around like a wandering spirit.

"You-we-are-who-"

Low and mechanical, asking the same question over and over again. These voices actually came from the mouth of a person, and there was a living person hidden in the corpse, that is, the person who used the corpse to transmit the voice.

Rustle - rustle –

The two of us walked cautiously in the barren forest, and found that the corpses that had been hanging on the trees were all draped in black robes, all with their heads half-hung down, and their facial features were hidden in them, and we could vaguely feel that some of them died peacefully, and some of them struggled when they died.

When the wind stopped, the white mist filled again, and the black shadows in the line of sight became trance-like. It was at that moment that I suddenly saw a flash of light in the dark shadow hanging on the branch in front of me, and it quickly dimmed.

That's—

Human eyes!

I stepped back alertly, drawing my colorful sword and swinging it. A sword light slashed through and slammed into the black shadow.

With a "bang", a heavy object fell from under the tree. The strange sounds in the barren forest came to an abrupt end.

The black shadow that fell to the ground instantly "came to life" and flew towards the depths of the forest.

The Rainbow Sword glowed with blue light in the black sky, and I leapt to my feet. A gust of wind and sand rose in the barren forest, and the dead leaves gathered to block the path of the black shadow.

"Seniors, don't go!"

The black shadow trembled, and Qinghe and I had already stopped him. Qinghe took a step forward and said, "Since the predecessors can use corpses to convey their voices, they must not be ordinary people. It's just that the two of us have no malicious intent, so please forgive me if you offend. ”

The shadow in front of him didn't speak, everything was hidden under the black robe, so mysterious.

Qinghe glanced at me, and there was a deep meaning in his eyes. I nodded with him.

"Senior, but the corpse picker, the one-eyed old clock?" he asked with a fist clenched at the person in front of him, extremely calm.

I saw that the black shadow trembled slightly, and after a while, a black robe fell down to reveal the true face of Lushan. The man was half-slumped on his back, slightly short, green and half-gray, and his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. And the most shocking thing is the mutilated right eye, which is naked in front of people.

"Who the hell are you?" his voice was even lower than it had ever been heard, "why is it on the territory of my one-eyed clock?"

Qinghe and I both took off the cloth covering our faces. The one-eyed old clock's face was gloomy, and only one eye was left staring sharply at the two of us, and his expression was quite cold.

I asked, "Senior Zhong, what are you talking about your territory?"

"That deserted temple. He replied coldly, "I have been hiding here all these years, and I have never been known by outsiders. You, you, and the group of reckless men lying in the temple, aren't they here for the Great Demon King Ling Tianjun?"

A pair of night birds were startled in the woods and disappeared into the black sky, and the one-eyed old bell looked at us with a more and more gloomy expression.

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