The horses were frightened and galloped along the mountain road.

Zhang Yuan rushed all the way, saw two rampaging horses, frowned, suddenly opened his hands, quickly rushed over, and grabbed the reins.

Like toys, the two horses were stopped on the spot, and they couldn't help but neigh.

Zhang Yuan quickly calmed the two horses, doubted in his heart, and looked ahead.

This mountain road is exactly the direction of the Xiling Valley.

Where did the two horses rush out?

"Where's the guy right away? Is something wrong?"

Zhang Yuan's brows furrowed.

Releasing the reins and letting the two horses go away on their own, Zhang Yuan rushed forward.

Bypassing a detour, a mess of tombstones came into view, overgrown with weeds, autumn leaves, and an indescribable desolation and dilapidation.

In the center of the messy tombstone, a huge courtyard was built there, painted black on the outside, and there was an indescribable sense of oppression.

"Yizhuang. ”

Zhang Yuan's eyes narrowed, and he remembered Cihang's insight.

Suddenly, the world in front of him was rapidly changing, blurry and distorted, black and white, and then in this black and white, a trace of green gas was released, lingering.

"It's really weird. ”

He took Cihang's eyes and approached Yizhuang.

Suddenly, a touch of red came into view.

A red wedding dress, inlaid with gold and jade, thrown in the middle of the road, exquisite workmanship, wonderful, the moment you see it, it makes people's eyes shine.

Zhang Yuan stopped, observed in front of the wedding dress, and fell into thought.

A moment later.

He walked over with his foot up and stepped on the wedding dress.

There was a sudden scream from within, like the scream of a terrible ghost.

The wedding dress under his feet turned into a red light, wrapped directly around him, and the moment he got closer, he was suddenly burned by Jiuyang True Qi with a scream, like a loach, flashing one after another, and rushed into the courtyard in front.

Zhang Yuan's eyes flashed, and he quickly followed.

However, the red wedding dress was too fast, and it disappeared into the courtyard in a blink of an eye.

Zhang Yuan stopped in front of the door and looked up at the courtyard.

The gate was closed, and two white lanterns hung in front of the door, swaying with the mountain breeze.

There is a baby coffin on the left and right, which is pitch black and embedded in the ground, which has a bit more eerie feeling.

Bang!

With a stomp open the courtyard door, Zhang Yuan walked towards the courtyard.

A yin wind immediately howled, rolling up the fallen leaves all over the ground, rattling, and covering him.

However, although the yin wind was cold, at the moment of approaching Zhang Yuan, it was all blocked by the true qi of Jiuyang.

The automatic defense function of Jiuyang Divine Skill is always running, like an invisible hot air cover, dispelling all cold and cold.

The yard is spacious, a well, an old locust plant, and in the corner of the wall on the right, a group of men are busy, splitting wood and riveting, riveting and riveting, in full swing, and happy.

Zhang Yuan's arrival made this group of men all stunned and stopped.

The man at the head suddenly walked over, showed doubts, and arched his hand: "Little brother, what are your orders?"

"It's okay, I'm looking for someone. ”

Zhang Yuan smiled.

"Looking for someone?

The man asked.

"It's a few friends. ”

Zhang Yuan smiled slightly.

The other men burst out laughing.

"Little brother, come to us to find someone, then you are in the wrong place, we have no living people here who will come, those who can be here are all dead people, I wonder if your friends are dead or alive?"

A man suddenly laughed.

"A few days ago, I was supposed to be alive, but I don't know if I'm alive now. ”

Zhang Yuan said with a smile.

Several men were dumbfounded.

"Little brother, if you want to find someone, then you can go in and find it yourself, but I can remind you that there are coffins inside, don't be afraid. ”

The man at the head laughed.

"Thank you. ”

Zhang Yuan nodded and smiled, raised his feet and walked towards the door in front of him.

Suddenly, he paused, turned around and smiled: "Brother, do you believe that there are ghosts in this world?"

"How is this possible?"

The man at the head shook his head and smiled.

Everyone else burst out laughing.

"Little brother, if there are ghosts in this world, aren't we all ghosts?"

"Yes, we live in mass graves, and if there were any ghosts, wouldn't we all have been killed by them. ”

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Zhang Yuan nodded and smiled: "That's right, I think so too." ”

Several people looked stunned and looked at each other.

Bang!

A muffled sound rang out, like thunder, and a scorching breath filled the air.

The man at the head looked dull and looked blankly at the palm on his chest.

The golden light in the palm of his hand burned, containing incomparably violent power, and it was frantically pouring into his body.

The man's eyelids twitched, his facial features began to distort, hideous and terrifying, quickly deformed, and then let out a cry of pain, and his entire body exploded directly with a bang.

Zhang Yuan's eyes were cold, and he swept towards several other people.

"Bold demons, give me all death!"

He sprang to his feet and slammed into the others.

However, the moment the palm power burst out, his face changed.

Several of them all disappeared without a trace, and no trace was ever seen again.

Zhang Yuan's feet fell to the ground, and his brows suddenly furrowed.

There is no merit!

What was just killed was not the real evil.

He looked up at the room in front of him.

The door was closed, very shabby, and it was pitch black and there was no sound.

Bang!

slapped open the door with one palm, and a black coffin came into view.

Rows of them are placed together, and there are fifty or sixty corpses.

Zhang Yuan frowned, observed at the door for a moment, and strode over.

One by one, he pushed the coffins open, and they were empty, and at first, there was nothing.

However, when he pushed it open to more than thirty bodies, suddenly, his eyes froze.

In the coffin lay a corpse, in a blue robe, with eyes closed and very familiar.

"Brother Zhang. ”

Zhang Yuan's face changed slightly.

It's Zhang Xueshan!

How did Zhang Xueshan end up here?

Suddenly, my heart eased, and my breathing fluctuated, I should be fine.

grabbed Zhang Xueshan directly from the coffin and put it aside.

Instead of waking him up immediately, he continued to push the other coffins.

Soon, another figure was spotted.

"Miss Xiaoyuan is also there. ”

He grabbed Tang Xiaoyuan's body and put it aside.

Subsequently, continue the search.

After a short time, four more corpses were found one after another, but these four corpses seemed to have been dead for a long time, and their skin had turned a dark cyan color, with a faint rancid stench.

The four bodies were exactly the same as the people he had seen in the courtyard.

He quietly observed and made sure that there was no demonic aura on these people before retracting his gaze.

These people are dead, so what did you just see?

Is it an illusion?

"Where's the wind?"

Zhang Yuan's eyes were solemn.

The rest of the coffin was pushed open.

Three more bodies were found, black and green, filled with the stench of corpses, and they were also the same people who had appeared in the courtyard before.

But there is no strong wind.

Zhang Yuan fell into thought.

Did you escape?

Call!

Suddenly, a sound of breaking the air came from behind him, the sword light was dazzling, and a black shadow quickly rushed towards his body.

Clang!

Zhang Yuan grabbed it with five fingers, and a snowy long sword was grabbed by him in his hand, and he twisted it casually, and the long sword was twisted into a ball by him like a twisted flower.

Seeing that the sword was destroyed, the dark shadow raised a palm and slapped it towards his body.

Zhang Yuan's eyes were cold, and he was about to palm, but his face suddenly turned stunned.

Strong?