Chu She was full of thoughts and said goodbye in a hurry after the banquet, obviously in a hurry to find Wang Gui.

The wind and sand asked Fu Jian to stay in the inn to take care of him... or to watch Gong Tianshuang, he took Huisheng out of the town again and drove his horse south.

If Yi Xi is his person, Yimen is actually his wings. Since everyone has come, you will naturally have to inspect your territory.

If it weren't for the collision with Gong Tianshuang, he would have passed by just now.

On the way, I met the scattered people in the martial arts world who were walking back, and all of them looked sad and frightened. It was obvious that the earth formation was too cruel and terrifying.

When these lucky people recover from their lives, they will settle the score with Wang Gui.

With so many people in the martial arts world dead, who has not had a relative or a gang of teachers? At that time, the situation will force Wang Gui to shirk responsibility, otherwise he will definitely die.

In order to avoid attracting attention, Fengsha avoided the avenue and turned into the path halfway. He took a few more steps and finally came to Luanshigang.

It was already past supper and the sky was a little dark.

There was no one outside the Lushigang, and there were still people inside the Lushigang... intermittent cry for help, hoarse moans, and sometimes weak crying.

The cold wind passes through the rocks, chirping and making noises, varying in length, as if a ghost is smiling, very terrifying.

The horse twisted his head and panted, twitched his hooves, and refused to move forward any further.

Fengsha had to turn over and dismount.

The sound followed and tied the two horses to the tree.

The wind and sand stared at the rocks and hills for a while and walked forward.

Huisheng quickly took a few steps and said hurriedly: "It's too dangerous inside."

Fengsha said softly: "Follow me, it's okay."

Huisheng's face turned pale, and he plucked the courage to grab the master, as if he wanted to lead the way.

Feng Shala went to her side, took off the round hat covering her face, and reached out and said, "Hold me, don't let go."

His pale face turned red again, and he hugged his master's arms in his arms.

The wind and sand stepped into the rocky hill with a vivid sound, took a few steps, stopped and swept left and right, and took a few more steps in a direction.

There are corpses everywhere along the way, and their deaths are so unsightly that they are absolutely ten times more terrifying than walking in the cemetery at night.

The sound of the picture shrank into the owner's arms without realizing it, her delicate body shivering, her two long legs were soft and she could hardly take steps. She completely forgot that she was the owner's guard, not the other way around.

After walking in for a while, I stepped on something under my feet, and almost fell down. When I looked down, my whole body suddenly shivered and hugged my master tightly like an electric shock, and I didn't even dare to open my eyes.

It’s not that she has never seen dead people, nor has she killed people, but that the dead people in the rocky hills are so tragic that even the sarcastic people are so scared that they are trembling when they see this way.

The wind and sand could not drag the sound, so they had to find a short stone beside them and sit down, holding her in her arms to comfort her.

Huisheng recovered a little and looked shy: "The maid is useless, dragging the master..."

At this moment, a bloody hand pressed on the low stone.

His eyes widened and a harsh scream rang out from his skull.

Fengsha was grinning by the scream, and quickly blindfolded her eyes with his hands.

Only then did I realize that it was me screaming, and I quickly buried my head deep in my master's arms, so soft that I didn't dare to move.

Fengsha stretched his head and looked behind the low stone a few times, sighed, "You must not be able to survive. If you have any last wishes, you might as well tell me."

A weak male voice said intermittently: "I am alone and have no worries, so please give me some pleasure."

Fengsha nodded, pulled out a dark short dagger from his back, and quickly stabbed it. He turned his hand and had blood on the blade. He swung it gently, and the bloodline on the ground was left without any trace. It was obviously a treasure knife.

The bloody hand pressed on the low stone fell down immediately.

Huisheng gasped for a few times, secretly looked at her head, and then quickly tightened her neck.

The wind and sand returned to the sheath, and the knife was sheathed, holding the vivid sound and shaking it gently like coaxing a child.

The little heart that was beating in a vivid voice finally calmed down and whispered: "Aren't you afraid?"

Fengsha smiled: "I am born bold."

The nightmare caused by mental backlash is definitely immersive, much more terrifying than here, and he can't even be afraid of it.

He said in shame: "I am too brave."

Fengsha gently stroked her face: "It's okay, you always protect your master, and of course the master must protect you."

Huisheng suddenly felt less afraid, but his heartbeat became even more anxious.

I just snuggled up for a while and plucked up the courage to support myself.

The wind and sand followed, and they carried her slender waist and continued to move forward.

In order not to make Huisheng so scared, he deliberately asked for something irritating and his hands were touched randomly.

The sound was shy, and although he was still timid, he at least resisted the panic.

The more you go in, the more people you meet strange-shaped dead people. Although the sounds of living people are still heard everywhere, sometimes it seems to be close, but you never meet them in person again.

The sound gradually calmed down, and my head finally began to turn. I couldn't help but ask: "Will the formation be activated suddenly?"

Fengsha said casually: "It's nothing to start. The stones we took can't be smashed even if they fall down."

He said in surprise: "It turns out that the master is proficient in formation~"

Fengsha pinched her in his hand and said with a wicked smile: "That's right, I know a lot."

Huisheng turned his face and turned his waist, not as if he was avoiding it, but more as if he wanted the owner to pinch it more easily.

Fengsha laughed and said, "The little girl is quite good at pleasing people."

The weak insects chirped: "It's good if the master likes it."

A giggle suddenly came from nearby.

Fengsha's eyes immediately became sharp.

The sound of the sound of the sound was forgot to be afraid, so he pulled out the sword and protected him in front of his master.

Fengsha coughed lightly: "I met here, 80% of my fellow students. Why don't girls show some basic information and let me get into a relationship with you?"

Those who dare to enter the formation at this time are either fools or proficient in formations. They should not be able to leave hundreds of schools and can always be involved in some friendship.

A faint mist rolled up, and under the hazy night sky and among the rocks, a beauty appeared.

The skin is like cream, the eyes are bright; the eyebrows are bent and the lips are smiling. The figure is tall and delicate; the veil covers the body, appearing and looming.

The whole body is so beautiful that it is so beautiful, but it is not like a living person.

Huisheng's long sword in his hand kept trembling and almost couldn't hold it.

Fengsha smiled and bowed slightly: "Mo Xiufeng Feichen, I have seen the descendants of Yanshi."

The doll opened her lips and smiled slightly: "It turned out to be an old man from the ancestors. The little girl saluted from afar. I'm sorry for not seeing anyone."

Fengsha smiled and said, "It's okay. I know that your sect and Yimen are very deep in their bonds. I dare not build a beam. I just want the girl to buy face. I am buying a safe place for Yimen for a while."

The doll asked, “How long does it take for a while?”

Fengsha pondered: "I really want to talk about a generation, I'm afraid that the girl will not be willing. We can talk slowly, and everything can be discussed. Please believe in my sincerity, and I'm willing to pay a great price."

The doll was silent for a while: "The little woman is willing to give Mo Xiu face, but this favor must be passed on. If I can't use it, my juniors can use it."
Chapter completed!