The flesh and will of monks can allow them to survive here for longer and suffer more sins, but in this place, like ordinary people, they have little power to speak of.

"It's them!"

Shortly after Xin Ming's wailing sounded, several shouts rang out not far behind them.

More than ten monks appeared and surrounded them.

The situation of these monks seems to be less than that of them, but two of them are tall.

"It's them!"

A hunched monk pointed at Xin Ming and Ling Qi. The monk's face was covered with cloth strips and some stone pieces were padded inside, so his face was not visible at all.

One of his eyes was already festering, and pus kept flowing out, but at this time, a complete eye was filled with flames of fanaticism and excitement.

He repeated the previous words, and then said to the two tall monks: "They have found enough quota of spirit-swalking stones for four consecutive days, and even handed over a magic crystal to destroy the rhyme."

"I'm very unfortunate to know you here, my name is Jin Tiandu."

One of the tall monks looked at Xin Ming and Ling Qi and laughed. He patted the monk on the shoulder of the hunched monk who began to breathe, "Is he right?"

"It's quite unfortunate." Xin Ming sighed, "My name is Xin Ming, he is right."

"In such a ghost place, you two can find the spirit-swallowing stone for four consecutive days. What does this mean?" Jin Tian looked at Xin Ming and looked at Ling Qi again, "All of them are smart people, you guys
Chapter completed!