Empty shell?

A cosy little stone house?

Hellish gore and scraped flesh?

On the flat and somewhat secluded path, the coachman was carefully steering the carriage, he looked a little older, wrapped in coarse cloth clothes, wearing a cotton hat on his head, and his face was a little wooden, he was the kind of simple and diligent man, even if he was taken advantage of, he would only laugh twice.

Click!

The hub seemed to have hit something and was forced to stop.

"What's going on?" the embroidered curtain was lifted, revealing the face of a delicate young man and a big-headed girl who was sleeping sweetly in the dark.

"It's just a sharp rock sticking out of the dirt, damn it, how can there be a rock like this here!" the groom cursed as he crouched on the ground to check, his hands already on either side of the stone, trying to pull it straight out of the dirt.

The rocks were cold and seemed to be buried deeply.

The groom frowned, for he found that there was a crack in the wheel of the carriage, and the tip of the stone happened to be stuck in the small crack of the crack, and if he hastily moved it, the wheel hub would probably be wasted.

"Childe, come down and help, we need to lift the carriage a little, otherwise the carriage will be trapped here, and I can only refund half of the money to you." The coachman shouted irritably.

If it weren't for the two pieces of gold that this young man gave him, he wouldn't have agreed to come to this barren mountain and wilderness, and he hadn't seen a family for most of the day.

Click!

Some harsh sounds came suddenly, followed by a sound of wooden cracking, and before the young man in the car could get out of the car, the wheel hub had been pierced!

The coachman really wants to cry without tears, and seeing that the sky is about to dark, and it is raining in the mountains, there is no store here, but what should I do?

I had planned to finish this business today, so I returned home overnight, repaired the dilapidated roof, and added some clothes for the mother-in-law, but what should I do now?

Could it be that you can only wait until dawn, and then find a way to go down the mountain to find someone to help?

At this time, Qingxiu Gongzi threw out a gold ingot from the curtain.

The coachman hurriedly caught it and took a bite, really!

"I bought this carriage, you can go down the mountain yourself. Qingxiu Gongzi said lightly.

This ingots are enough to buy three such cars, and the coachman's heart suddenly became happy. But in a moment, he began to worry about the young man and girl in the car, and said: "There will be strange things in this mountain at night, and you have a good heart, why don't you go with the little old man." Ling Mei's condition may not need to go to the mountains to find the immortal who does not exist, the little old man knows a man in the town, and the means are magical, I will beg him!"

The coachman who took two pieces of broken gold and added a gold ingot was a little reluctant in his heart, always thinking about making up for something, so that he could ask for a steady start in his heart.

"You can't go up to the village, you can't get down to the shop, let's go, Childe!" the coachman urged again when he saw that the weather was gloomy and the two people in the car were indifferent.

Why is the wind in the mountains so evil today, as if someone is blowing cold air on the back of the neck.

And to tell the truth, he had never been to this barren mountain before, but he took on this task with his chest patted to make some money.

But there was silence in the carriage.

"Childe?" The coachman was a little flustered by the sudden silence, so he tentatively shouted twice, but saw that there was no movement.

Did something happen? His heart chuckled, but he still had the courage to take two steps forward.

The calloused hand reached out to the window, but it was held in mid-air, as if hesitating.

After thinking about it, he picked up a small bamboo pole stained with dirt from the front of the car and gently opened the embroidery curtain, only a corner, and then looked in with some light in the twilight.

The coachman's hands began to tremble, and his pupils were about to crack.

"Hell, ghost!" he threw away the bamboo pole, turned and rolled twice on the ground, and ran down the hill in great terror, but he did not dare to turn back.

There was a thunderclap!

The winter thunder is weird, it seems to dissuade pedestrians from leaving quickly, and it seems to indicate that this is not a good time to enter the mountain!

Soon, Tongyun pressed down from the top of his head, as if to envelop the world in a tomb.

The darkness silently swallowed up all the light.

Until a dazzling cloud of light like the nest of lightning snakes pierced the sky, countless electric snakes swam in all directions!

Rain.

Torrential rain, raging storms!

Connected to the shadows of the ghost-like mountains in the distance and on all sides, the intersection that has long been in disrepair in the distance is like a gate to the underworld!

And Xia Ren has been staring at those violent and greedy eyes for a full hour!

It seems that just after stepping on a certain line, the big-headed girl suddenly woke up, although her body was still still, her face was still peaceful as if she was asleep, and even a soft cry came from her mouth.

But her eyes were open!

stared at the handsome young man in front of her, but she showed no signs of attack.

"Don't... Enter the village from the main entrance!" she suppressed her voice, like the chirping of an insect, but it contained a fury that could erupt at any moment.

"Reason?" Xia Ren said lightly.

"Ten million... Don't!" she smiled eerily, then her eyes snapped back again, slumping limply on the young man's knees in front of her.

Silence returned to the carriage, and in the darkness he could faintly see the girl's sleeping face, like an innocent little girl.

The embroidered curtain had already been soaked by the torrential rain, and became heavy, and was blown into the car by a gust of wind.

The rain, along with the pungent smell of water droplets squeezed out of the thick cloth, invaded the car.

Xia Ren casually fixed the curtain with clips, and then closed his eyes and waited quietly.

In the quiet, he felt that the true qi in his body was still growing.

Obviously, on the land of the original name "Red Leaves", which is now a ghost town, people in the rivers and lakes who broke into it began to die again.

According to the special effect "Gathering Yin" on the fourth layer of the Curse Sutra, for every person who dies in the range of the ghost mist, their power will be provided to the ghosts of the heart of the array and themselves according to three or seven points!

And this simply cannot be replicated.

Most of the forty-four ghost formations are randomly generated, and there are only three of them that can cause regional weather effects: ghost fog, phantom rain, and dead snow.

For the lowest consumption of internal force, but the most limited effect is the ghost fog.

Because even if someone in the Tiger Mountain Villa draws this ghost mist array, they can't have enough internal strength at all, and on the basis of maintaining their own strength to walk the rivers and lakes, they can expand to cover even one manor!

And, even if you cover a manor, you can't do double stacking to trigger the resurgence of the curse!

If it is really triggered by two different people, I am afraid that each other will be torn to pieces by evil spirits, or occupy their bodies!

The fog itself does not cause biological mutations, but the accumulation of quantities to the point of qualitative change, coupled with the unconcealable ghostly aura that pervades it, will.

Such a variety of coincidences have prompted the red leaves of the ghost town to continue to supply a person with strength as they are now!

Whew...

He forcibly suppressed a sudden increase in internal force, and it was obvious that a certain group of masters had died suddenly.

As for how he died, he couldn't judge, after all, there were so many strange things in that city.

Whether it is the white shadow in the alleys of the city, or the underground mutant creatures in the abyss, or the fanged white fish, the red-eyed crow, the apprentice faceless, the strange research in the little crow graveyard, the ethereal ghost who destroyed the Xia family, and some existences that they don't quite understand anymore.

"It's been 4278 years... After deducting the 1,500 years that kept the Ghost Mist Array running, I still have about 2,800 years of power in my body... And it's growing. ”

With so much crazy power pouring in, the hints that had been built up through the "Iron Gate Heart Method" had collapsed again.

Xia Ren gave up completely.

The fury in my heart is like a seed that sprouts quickly, finally emerges, and then grows wildly!

It's getting harder and harder to control!

In the dark, this young man, who had been smooth sailing and almost invincible in the world, felt the monster in his body, and began to laugh low in the sound of the rain and wind, and the laughter was so crazy that even his mind was about to be affected.

He suddenly looked at his hands, which were stained with blood and countless lives.

Since when did the slaughter of people be like mowing grass?

He was a little frightened.

And the power in the body is still growing.

Maybe it's because a large number of Jianghu forces have broken into the city today and sent them to death!

He stared blankly at the growing number on the crimson auxiliary.

Year 4285... 4290 years... Year 4291... Year 4310... Year 4330... Year 4338...

It's just a short period of effort, and it's been another 60 years of strength!

If anyone in this river and lake gained so much internal strength, I am afraid they would be ecstatic and laugh non-stop.

But for Xia Ren, he was a little frightened.

He gathered his internal strength, lifted the curtain, and rushed into the rainstorm!

And an invisible hood seemed to separate him from everything in the mortal world, and countless raindrops washed in, but then slid away from him a meter away.

Some foreign objects in the wind had just touched it, and they bounced away from it, as if they were going to escape from him!

He clenched his fist slightly, and the purple lightning flowed wildly between his five fingers.

It's 4408 years...

Xia Ren sat speechless in the rain.

At this time, it is a corner of the ghost town of autumn leaves, thousands of miles away.

"This time, almost all the masters of the righteous path of the rivers and lakes west of the hot spring pass have been exhausted, and this evil place will definitely find the secret!"

"For the right way... For the sake of brotherhood... I, I won't... Ahhh

He was sure that there must be a figure there, there must be!

It was this white figure that had slaughtered nine of his old friends!

These are all grandmasters!

"Don't come, don't come!" he knew that the white figure was still approaching, so he quickly pushed open a broken door next to him, and then tried to lock the door!

The lock had long since rusted and was only slightly connected, and it had already broken.

In the dark, he hurriedly groped around, and soon found that there was something the size of a water tank next to him, which felt like a rock, cold and cold, a little rough, but not fatty to the touch.

Then he put his arms on the "rock" with both hands, and wanted to move it behind the door and seal it up.

At the same time, the darkness and silence around him made him exhale slightly.

Thinking that he is a grandmaster anyway, how could he have been so embarrassed.

It's just this situation, how calm he is!

That's all there are to those crazy mutated creatures... That woman, no, that's a female ghost at all! How could there be such a thing in this Jianghu?

Thinking of his pale, hideous, broken face, he felt his heart beat out.

At this moment, the "rock" he was holding in mid-air suddenly moved, and a pair of evil red eyes appeared in the darkness.

This grandmaster was shocked in his heart, but his instinct made him immediately use his ten strength, turning into a palm mixed with surging true qi and falling!

Airplanes...

A strange sound came out of the darkness!

The voice didn't feel like a scream, a scream, but something strange creature laughing.

Squeak...

The unlocked door was gently pushed open by something.

The red-eyed unknown creature scrambled to run, a soft beep on the ground.

"What the hell are you!" the Grandmaster's heart was beating faster and faster, and the sweat on his head mixed with the blood from the scars of the previous battle turned into a thin stream that slid down his face, blending into his eyes and sore in his mouth.

He couldn't help blinking, but the eyelids had just closed, but they seemed to have been stitched together by some force, and he couldn't open them again!

Yes...

He wanted to scream, but his lips seemed to be stitched together.

If Xia Ren was here, he would definitely see a little girl in white clothes and red lips with an inverted smile standing in front of the door.

Hee-hee-hee...

She stared at a broken white elongated woman's face through the crack in the door, as if to declare that behind the line was her territory.

Momiji Castle, after Natsuhito left... There is no need to hide the resentment of the curse...

This has become a place where the three ghosts eat!

Except for the Xia Family Manor and the enclosure marked with the "door number", the entire Red Leaf City has turned into a real ghost.

Human lives and souls fill these three mutilated ghosts from time to time, making them more and more complete, more and more complete, until finally the real horror comes.

The Void Cicada Sect had already resigned before the master left, he was still very young, and although he believed in the belief of the law of the jungle, he still wanted to prove himself in the wanderings of the four directions.

"Aren't you traveling with your teacher?" Xia Ren asked.

"Under the wings of the master, the apprentice will never be able to grow, and I want to go to the rivers and lakes by myself. ”

Moreover, the master's words of "the realm is born from the heart" and "all laws are one" are too mysterious, and the disciples still have not understood it. It's just that in the past few days, the disciples have also had some experience in the control of internal forces, and I hope they can be verified. The young man like a jade boy was obviously in awe of his master's casual words, and he didn't dare to forget them in his heart.

Then he bowed respectfully, and then slowly retreated.

At this time, the Void Cicada Sect Yue was in a certain temple, closing his eyes and meditating quietly.

"As long as the mind is calm and calm, there is nothing that cannot be controlled. He opened his eyes with enlightened wisdom in his pupils, while his left hand grasped the teapot in front of him, and the new tea in the pot had just been boiled, which was quite Zen fun.

The old monk sitting on the side smiled and said, "Amitabha." ”

"The master uses tea. The Void Cicada Sect's internal force was gently handed out, and the teacup floated smoothly from the air towards the old monk on the opposite side, which shows that he has perfected his control over the internal force, and he has done so in just a few days, which shows that he is really as talented as a demon.

The Void Cicada Sect smiled calmly, but the curvature between his lips suddenly calmed down, and then he frowned.

Rumble!

A new extremely strong internal force suddenly broke the original delicate balance and erupted from his body, and with a wave of his right fist, an invisible ripple turned into a tearing wave of qi.

The golden Buddha statue in the middle of the lobby was suddenly shot in the head!

One punch didn't seem to be enough, and the Void Cicada Sect felt that the true qi in his body was constantly growing uncontrollably, completely breaking the original little bit of peace in his heart!

He only raised his other fist slightly, and another wave of energy smashed the Buddha's left arm.

Only the frightened and incredulous old monk was left behind.

"I didn't mean it! I didn't mean it!" the Void Cicada Sect Yue hurriedly explained, but the internal force that kept growing in his body made his fist uncontrollable.

"Warrior monk, warrior monk!" the old monk shouted in a panic.

"Grass! I'm not... Deliberately!"

Thousands of miles away, Xia Ren, who was sitting quietly in the torrential rain, took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the irritability in his heart that wanted to destroy everything.

The crimson status bar of the pupils reads: 4523!

And the growth continues!