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On the second watch day in early autumn, at the eastern foot of Heilun Mountain.

Occasionally, a dark cloud drifted by in the distant sky, and a crescent moon hung as if the demon god was blinking half an eye.

The mist on the mountainside forest path is misty, and it is even more unpredictable in the flickering moonlight.

The ticking sound of the dew drops splashing on the stone slab of the path seemed to hit the heart hard, and the whole atrium began to twitch, making people breathless.

Xiong Chu felt his heart twitching, of course, not as simple as dew splashing, because he was not a timid person.

As a slave, a killer, and later commanding thousands of troops, all kinds of bizarre scenes of dead people have been seen, and the heart of the bear prince is definitely strong enough.

However, no matter how many dead people he had seen, the bear prince had never seen a corpse that could walk on its own.

Instead of one corpse walking, thirteen corpses were walking in a row.

Walk through the eerie path in front of you, walk through the mist and walk through the flickering moonlight.

Xiangxi's corpse is real!

On the day of the shift, Yan Erniang took everyone out of the inn, striving to cross Heilun Mountain tonight, and rush to Jiatian Town in the north of the mountain before dawn to prepare for the secret crossing of the Vulcan Sect's control area.

The bear prince was not afraid of the Vulcan faction.

In that year, he killed the Seven Demons of Dongting in front of the tomb of Xiaoyaozi, killed the three monsters of Junshan in Wanfulou in Pengpo Town, and killed Ge Yougui, the deputy master of the Fire God Sect, in the ring of Yuanjiazhai.

How many grievances and grievances are piled up one life after another, and they are vivid, and you can't forget it.

Even if you want to forget Jì, it is estimated that the Vulcan Sect will never forget Jì.

So it's useless to be afraid, the Vulcan faction will definitely not let itself go.

Although Prince Xiong was not afraid of the Vulcan faction seeking revenge, he also did not want to cause trouble.

Because he came out this time to save people in Funiu Mountain, not to be idle and bored and come out to cause trouble.

As the saying goes, saving people is like fighting fires, you can't waste time at all, and it's right to do more than less.

"The undead walk a long way, don't approach the living---puff!"

"The undead walk a long way, don't approach the living---puff!"

"The undead walk a long way, don't approach the living---puff!"

Xiong Chu and his party had just entered Heilun Mountain along the path, and from the fork in the southwest road came a high-pitched and clear, short, powerful, rhythmic gong sound, mixed with shouting.

"Get off the horse immediately!" Yan Erniang's voice trembled, and she looked very nervous: "Everyone follow me and leave the path quickly, cage the horse's head and don't make a sound!"

More than 20 zhang away from the path, all the people and horses lay down in the grass, and the sound of the gong with a very fixed rhythm drilled into your ears one by one, as if every stroke knocked on your heart.

In the barren mountains and mountains, such a high-pitched and clear gong suddenly appeared, and Xiong Chu really didn't expect it.

Xiong Chu turned his head to look at Yan Erniang lying on his right hand, and wanted to ask why this was several times, but Yan Erniang shook his head and suffocated him.

After nearly a quarter of an hour, the bear prince knew that there was no need to ask, because a person appeared at the southern end of the mountain road.

A man in a black robe and a Taoist bun took every nine steps and a small gong flew in his left hand.

What exactly flew out of the Taoist priest's left hand, Xiong Chu actually didn't see it clearly.

Although he practiced a sword to stab at the sun for three years, his eyesight was different from ordinary people, but he didn't see clearly that it was a small gong.

But when this thing flew up from the left hand of the Taoist priest, it was always accompanied by a "bang-" sound.

Even if the bear prince didn't see it clearly, his ears told him: This is a small gong.

However, the small gong did not fly very high, but only two feet.

It wasn't that something was pulling the small gong, but that the Taoist priest reached out and grabbed it again.

The Taoist priest's left hand caught the small gong in a flash, and the sound of the gong stopped abruptly, so there was a rhythm of "Qiang-poof!".

The Taoist priest slowly walked to the bottom of Xiong Chu's hideout, and struck a small gong every nine steps, without any mistake at all.

Xiong Chu stared at this Taoist priest with a pair of eyes, and found that the distance he took was the same with every step.

Each step is much less than normal, and the stride is only a foot long. Not more than half a point, not less than a penny.

There was a pause every nine steps, and then the shouts and gongs of "The dead walk a long way, don't come near the living, bang-poof!" came out.

Xiong Chu felt a pang in his heart: "This is a master of the rivers and lakes, probably about the same as Huo Lianshan's internal force cultivation!"

Shh

Before the thought in his heart could be turned, Xiong Chu suddenly gasped.

A group of people appeared about nine zhang behind the Taoist priest, wearing a floor-to-ceiling white robe all over their bodies, and an extremely strange deep-topped straw hat on their heads, completely covering their entire heads.

Every time the Taoist priest in front stopped to strike the gong, the group of white-robed people behind him took nine steps forward, and their stride was also one foot, which was exactly the same.

Of course, these actions can't make Xiong Chu feel cold.

But then thirteen white-robed people appeared in a row, with exactly the same outfits and movements, which was weird.

What's even more bizarre is that the distance between these thirteen people is three feet, and the posture of walking is extremely strange.

Except for some movement below the knee, the whole body barely swings from the knee upward.

If you don't move your body when you walk, it can only mean that you are stable.

The problem is that the thighs don't move, and the arms are pressed against the sides of the thighs, which is not common sense.

Nine steps and one meal, moving forward in sections, this is not a normal person.

It was at this moment that Xiong Chu finally remembered the words "Xiangxi Chase the Corpse".

The thirteen white-robed people who came slowly on the path below were thirteen corpses, which is why one qiē was so weird.

With a swipe, a handful of paper money suddenly flew out from the side of the thirteen white-robed corpses and shot up into the sky, which surprised Xiong Chu again.

A person covered in pitch black, a Taoist robe was completely covered from head to toe, so Xiong Chu didn't even notice it just now.

To Xiong Chu's surprise, he clearly felt that the black-robed man's eyes swept over his hiding place.

That's what it feels like, what it feels like to be a killer.

It's like being targeted by a wolf, and it gives you the creeps.

Xiong Chu secretly took care in his heart: "This guy is more powerful than the Taoist priest who led the way in front, and he is already a first-class master in the rivers and lakes." ”

"The undead walk a long way, don't approach the living---puff!"

It took a quarter of an hour for this group of strange "people" to slowly pass by the path below, and the bear prince finally figured out one thing thoroughly.

"Qiang-poof!" This rhythm was not completed by the Taoist priest in front of him alone, but cooperated before and after, coordinated and unified.

The small gong in the left hand of the Taoist priest in front flew out, and then the moment it was caught, there was a guy in Taoist robes behind the thirteen corpses, and the mourning stick in his hand would be beaten to the ground.

It is precisely because of such a seamless coordination, and the mourning stick is actually a six-foot-long iron rod, that there is a rhythm of "Qiang-poof!"

Xiong Chu had a realization in his heart: "The whole queue is about fifteen zhang away from each other, and it is in a cornering position, and the guy holding the mourning stick behind him can't see the person in front of him at all. In this case, it is unbelievable that the whole rhythm is not out of order in the slightest. ”

"This can only be achieved after a lot of tempering, and it must be a first-class master. Because this guy in the end, an iron rod in his hand will definitely not be worse than Sima Cheng. It seems that it is not easy to chase out corpses in Xiangxi, and it makes sense for Erniang to repeatedly express a nervous look. ”

"It's not just that the personal cultivation is not weak, the key is that if you want the three of you to cooperate well to the pinnacle, you can't just find three masters of the rivers and lakes to get together. This has to be a long tradition, and it has to be a big school to do it. ”

It took the strange queue nearly an hour to reach the end of the mountain road, and it looked like it was about to disappear into the mist.

"The undead walk a long way, don't come near the living---Qiang-poof!" The voice became more and more ethereal and looming.

A scene that made Xiong Chu jaw-dropping appeared.

In the dense forest on both sides of the path, there were suddenly figures of people, flickering endlessly.

Because of the distance, Xiong Chu didn't hear anything.

Is there a ghost in this Heiqiao Mountain?

Yan Erniang on the right suddenly stood up, and exclaimed: "It's not good, someone robbed the body!"

"Robbing corpses?" Prince Xiong then stood up, and his tone was a little incredulous: "How can someone be so bored and go to the barren mountains and mountains to rob other people's corpses?

Yan Erniang stretched out her hand and pointed: "Xianggong, look, there should be a fight ahead." As the saying goes: people die and hate to die. Even if these corpses had enemies before they were alive, and now that they are dead, it is impossible for anyone to seek revenge on the corpses, right? If it is not for the robbery of the corpses, how can there be a fight?"

"The events of the past two days have been so weird, completely beyond my imagination. Xiong Chu had actually found out that there was a war going on in front of him, but he didn't know what to do: "Erniang, you are a local." In this case, what should we do?"

Yan Erniang shook her head: "What can the locals do? I was forced to flee when I was fourteen years old, and many things are not clear. And the robbery of a corpse chaser has never been heard of before. ”

Xiong Chu stared at the end of the mountain road, that is, the watershed of the mountain beam that crossed Heiqiao Mountain.

In the mist, there are many figures, and by the not bright moonlight, you can barely see the figures coming and going. What happened over there, Xiong Chu didn't know.

"We can't look here, we can't actually see anything. Yan Erniang pondered for a moment before continuing: "There must be something strange in this, we should go up and find out." ”

Xiong Chu hesitated a little: "Didn't you say that Xiangxi drove out corpses, and the living should not be approached? If we lean on and cause a greater misunderstanding, what should we do?"

"It should be fine. Yan Erniang led the horses down the ridge and came to the path: "As a passerby, we can lean on, and if we can not do it, we should not cause any trouble." ”

The bear prince threw the reins to Mandali behind him, and straightened his body again: "In that case, you guys will follow, and I'll go up and explore the way first!"

Seeing that Xiong Chu said to leave, and his body had disappeared in a flash, Yan Erniang was so anxious that she jumped to her feet and shouted: "Xianggong, be careful, don't interfere indiscriminately!"

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