(a)

Re-enter the secret place

Xue Ping pointed out that the smile before his death was reflected in Mr. Nanhua's mind.

Xue Ping's smile undoubtedly represented his last revenge.

Mr. Nanhua put down his glass and got up.

He was thinking: How is Xue Ping going to retaliate?

Mr. Nanhua understands that Xue Ping refers to this person, Xue Ping refers to the Yin Owl who is calm and spicy, and knows that since Xue Ping refers to revenge himself, he will definitely not simply rescue a Gao Yucheng.

He must pick what is important to him before he does it.

What else is he going to do? What is he going to do after he dies? Mr. Nanhua was thinking that he had thought of his secret place.

In the secret place, there are not only two generations of wealth accumulated by himself and his father, but also the secret of the corpse land. Manipulating the walking corpse is the capital of his own foothold.

Therefore, the secret place is undoubtedly the most important for yourself.

Therefore, the secret place is also undoubtedly the best place to take revenge.

So he was not at ease.

The incense is newly burned, and the statue of the headless rakshasa seems to come to life in the incense.

The statue is moving slowly.

Mr. Nanhua once again walked into his own secret realm. Mr. Nanhua was familiar with every path in the secret realm, remembering every turn and footstep, but he still walked carefully and carefully with every step. It's his style of doing things, and he must not allow mistakes.

The crystal lamp behind the door lit up. The whole giant hall came into view, he checked it carefully, looking at the integrity of the hall, Mr. Nanhua breathed a sigh of relief, he was about to turn back, suddenly there was a voice in the hall, hoarse, like a baby crying, a cat crying.

The voice entered his ears, and the pores on Mr. Nanhua's body unconsciously straightened. Because of this voice, Mr. Nanhua felt very familiar. Seems to have heard it somewhere!

He remembered that the voice was a bit of the tone that Xue Ping pointed to!

He suddenly felt that the dead Xue Ping's finger seemed to be unusually weird.

How can there be sound in this place?

Although the giant hall is large, there is an end after all.

Mr. Nanhua was immediately on guard, drew his sword, and observed every place.

In which direction does the sound come from?

The sound has completely disappeared.

Mr. Nanhua suspected that there had been a delusion. He knew it wasn't a delusion.

He walked over to the twelve coffins. Observe the surroundings. There was no suspicion or anyone but him, but Mr. Nanhua was still not at ease, and he had a faint feeling in his heart, he felt that there were people in this secret place now, where were the people?

The Rakshasa Dividing Giant Coffin moves.

A white spiral staircase leads to the depths of the earth.

Mr. Nanhua walked through the place where the corpses were raised, and walked into the depths of the depths.

White room.

Simple gold accents.

The humanoid golden coffin was already in front of Mr. Nanhua.

Mr. Nanhua's eyes swept around, and there was no sign of movement in the room.

Nanhua breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, much better.

His gaze was on the golden coffin in the shape of a human.

The humanoid golden coffin also showed no signs of prying.

Mr. Nanhua wants to open. He stretched out his hand, and as soon as it reached the golden coffin, it suddenly retracted.

Xue Pingzhi had turned into a corpse, dressed in golden jade. It won't be long before he can turn into a walking corpse at his disposal.

Mr. Nanhua suddenly had an inexplicable idea in his heart.

There was no body in the coffin. Xue Ping didn't die at all!

He stretched out his hand again.

Suddenly. A bang!

There's movement!

Mr. Nanhua immediately drew his sword!

The sword is out of the sheath, and the man runs out of the white house to close it! Mr. Nanhua quickly jumps out of the corpse raising ground and steps into the white spiral staircase!

The light is swallowed up by darkness!

In an instant, it was like a huge black hole swallowing up.

The loud noise just now was the sound of twelve headless rakshasa statues and twelve bronze coffins opening!

Someone's coming in!

Who is it?

Dark!

Before rushing up the stairs, the giant hall was completely dark!

Silence in the dark.

Mr. Nanhua stops!

He can't move! Danger hides in the dark! He can't expose himself before the enemy!

Who could it be?

He's thinking!

Time flowed in his mind, and there was no one, he moved slowly!

His footsteps moved slightly, and laughter was heard!

It's still that laughter! It's like Xue Ping's laughter.

Hoarse as a baby crying! Not like a human voice!

Mr. Nanhua sneered and the sword flew out!

In the darkness, Mr. Nanhua flew with a sword, flying to the place where the laughter came from!

The sword flew until the sound stopped, and the sword was silent. Mr. Nanhua suddenly thought of something! He began to retreat, retreating to the corpse place.

Mr. Nanhua stopped laughing.

Smirked.

It was just a trick for him to lure the enemy.

Lure the enemy deep and take control.

The corpse is gloomy and deadly silent.

In the silence, there was another shrill laugh!

It's like a cat meowing!

Mr. Nanhua took two steps back, and he suddenly thought.

This man has come in!

Hiding in this dark corpse ground!

Ninety-nine eighty-one coffins.

Only four mouths were empty.

He wanted to open the four coffins.

He didn't do that.

He wanted to wait.

Await. Wait for yourself to manipulate the walking dead.

The corpse field is damp and smells of corpses. Monotonous and depressing, danger seems to lurk within.

But those corpses couldn't move anymore, and they couldn't move without his spells.

"Why don't you come out and see you?"

His words were natural and kind, and peaceful.

But he was still cautious in his heart. He has already started to operate.

He listened carefully.

There seems to be the sound of a coffin rattling. He also seemed to think of the scene where the man who came in was besieged by a group of corpses begging for mercy.

The corpses seemed to want to leave the swarthy lacquered wooden coffins!

He waited for a while.

The coffin did not move.

The corpse was silent.

No wind.

The corpse didn't move, and it wasn't as he thought, the enemy was trapped and killed by the corpses and turned into a dead body.

There is no moon in the dark, and the corpse naturally cannot move.

Mr. Nanhua suddenly remembered this.

He wanted to retreat back into the white room.

Suddenly, there was a gust of wind.

Mr. Nanhua suddenly felt his hair being blown by the wind.

A gust of wind rose.

He was shocked!

There can't be wind in the corpse breeding ground!

He had a sense of unease.

The uneasiness made him ponder.

After thinking about it, Mr. Nanhua felt that someone had come in!

Ghosts are not scary, corpses are not scary, what is scary is people!

Man must be hidden in that coffin.

Mr. Nanhua took a deep breath.

Screaming again.

Eerie sounds.

Mr. Nanhua smiled in his heart, he was even more sure that it was a person. He laughed.

Why don't you come out and see you?

Didn't see anyone.

The silence is terrible, the darkness is terrible.

Suddenly, he felt a chill in his neck.

Cold hands. A piercing sensation.

Hands are close to themselves!

Mr. Nanhua shot instantly!

Sword Fight!

Just listen to the snort!

The sound of a sword piercing into catkins!

"Ahh

It's not people who stab!

It's a corpse!

The corpse in the coffin of the corpse ground!

How did the body in the coffin come out to deal with itself?

How can a corpse move?

Mr. Nanhua was shocked!

He immediately stepped back!

The white room is like a box. cardboard boxes.

Closing the room is like closing a box, even like a coffin!

The house was safe.

The house was quiet.

Mr. Nanhua seemed to be a little anxious in his heart. He knew that someone had entered his most secret place.

How many people came?

Thinking about it, this person is the person Xue Ping pointed out to stay behind to deal with himself.

If it's a person, then it's really hard to deal with.

The humanoid golden coffin entered Mr. Nanhua's eyes.

Now he wanted to see Xue Pingzhi, who had become a dead man inside the golden coffin.

Golden jade clothes. Death is the ultimate rule.

The Secret of the Walking Dead. originally wanted to turn Xue Pingzhi into a trump card in the murderous walking corpse, but Mr. Nanhua can't care so much now.

He's going to open!

Jin Xiang Yuming.

What will become of Xue Pingzhi?

Scary or lifelike?

Mr. Nanhua was already imagining it in his mind! He seemed to see the smile that Xue Pingzhi left before he died!

What Mr. Nanhua didn't expect was that the jade clothes were empty!

(b)

Spring is coming to an end.

The time will come to an end.

The turquoise Jiangnan reveals the warm atmosphere of summer.

Jiangnan, Tiger Hill.

Murong Villa, a family of swordsmen.

The old manor has evoked a deep sleep.

The lantern candle is lit.

Successful people don't get up late. On the contrary, they got up earlier than anyone else.

Success is not an easy task.

Although Murong Bai was called the first swordsman by Jiangnan Wulin, he practiced day and night, and Murong Bai, the son of Lantai, still got up very early.

It is difficult to start a business, and it is even more difficult to keep a business.

Being the first in the world is not as simple as you think. To become a martial arts family that everyone respects, it takes the efforts of several generations or even more than ten generations!

The more they get, the more they sacrifice!

The morning breeze is cool and cool. The handsome and upright Murong Bai next to the sword pond was dressed in white in the wind.

He began to look at the night sky, as if in deep thought.

Suddenly. Quiet as a virgin, moving like a dragon, this sword roars, the sword is like a dragon and a phoenix!

The sword momentum opens and closes, and the sword qi swoops. Each sword move was incredibly fast, and I saw the sound of the sword pool and the white clothes flying.

When he was dancing, there was a sudden sound, like the cry of a jackdaw!

The voice was ghostly.

Murong Bai didn't move.

After a while, a white parrot appeared in front of Murong Bai!

Parrots have always learned to speak, and this parrot is even more not simple, whispering in Murong Bai's ear, and the white parrot has disappeared in the morning wind after learning the aftermath.

(c)

At the end of April and the beginning of May, the smoke and rain fall into the south of the Yangtze River, and the air is full of fragrance.

Grassy, woody, earthy.

The willow branches of the dirt road hang down like the delicate waist of a lover.

The willow embankment horse was dressed in black, and there were twenty people in a group of twenty people, and of course they didn't care about the scenery on both sides. They are going deeper.

Behind the willow forest is an apricot forest.

The fragrance of apricot forest flowers is particularly mysterious when the morning has not arrived.

A light in the apricot grove is dim.

There is a restaurant in the forest.

The restaurant has not yet opened. The light came from a shop next to the restaurant.

A barbecue shop.

The smell came from the shop.

A hoarseness.

The barbecue shop is an old woman.

Ricketed back. A black turban is worn around the head.

She lowered her eyes.

The group passed by the restaurant and the shop, although the morning breeze was cold and the stomach was empty, they did not glance at the barbecue shop and ran away.

But the old woman looked at the group and showed a look.

Vicious eyes.