November, the moon is the meaning of revelation and accepting the new. The ancients said that November is born, and it is necessary to change the old and seek new things...

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November is a very special month. The last time, Yan Liqiang's life was in this month. To be precise, on November 18 of this month, it suddenly ushered in a huge change and came to an abrupt end. So in this month, Yan Liqiang became more careful in doing things, and at the same time, the raging fire of revenge in his heart burned even more vigorously.

On the evening of November 12, at midnight, it was the time when the weather was cold, Yan Liqiang had already squatted in a bush behind the mountain in Wuyang Village. He endured the cold, opened his eyes wide, staring motionlessly at a cave in the valley two hundred meters away from him. He had squatted here for more than two hours.

Where he is now, the mass grave in Pingxi City.

This place is the most tragic place in Pingxi City. Even when the sun comes out in broad daylight, it gives people a feeling of yin energy.

Because there are few people coming here, even those who chop wood and herd cattle walk around here, there are towering trees everywhere on the hillsides and in the valleys. The shade of the trees covers the light of the sun and the moon, and the ground looks particularly dark, so that weeds are overgrown, and a few human bones and skeletons will be exposed from time to time among the weeds.

There is only a small path that can barely be taken from the official road to the west of Pingxi City. That path is about sending the dead people who have been unpacked and claimed to this mass grave. The road to sending the dead people does not pass through Wuyang Village, because it is necessary to climb a mountain from Wuyang Village, and there is no road on the mountain. Those who have sent the dead people bypass Wuyang Village and come here from a small path next to the official road a few miles away.

There were ruts from wheelbarrows on the road. All the dead people who came here were wrapped in straw mats and placed on the wheelbarrows, and then pushed in.

There are rules to send dead people to mass graves. Only at noon every day, when the yang energy is the heaviest, will someone dare to come here. After noon, this mass grave is a place where no one should enter, especially at night, it is like a ghost realm.

Tonight, the moonlight was also sparse, and the mass grave was dark. After midnight, a thin layer of mist appeared in the mass grave. Then, when the fog rose, a little green phosphorus fire floated from all parts of the mass grave. The shadowy mist was flowing slightly with the airflow in the valley, and the phosphorus fires that appeared were also jumping in the fog...

Looking at the scene in front of him, he heard the shrill cold roar in his ears when the cold north wind passed the treetops on the mountainous mountains in the distance, and the faint smell of corpse odor in the air in the valley, Yan Liqiang couldn't help but shivered. In the darkness, he tightly pinched the thunder fire dragon cannon in his hand, and then touched the two rows of poison-tempering flying needles prepared on his waist. The cold and hard texture from the thunder fire dragon cannon and flying needles made Yan Liqiang's jumping little heart finally calm down.

Although this is not the first time I sneaked here at night, every time I look at the mass grave in front of me at night, Yan Liqiang still feels a little scared.

The only thing that can make a person overcome fear is greater fear or hatred.

It was precisely because of the two reasons that Yan Liqiang gritted his teeth and stayed here. From the day he settled in Wuyang Village, he was waiting for the arrival tonight.

At this moment, Yan Liqiang was wearing a black night clothes and wearing a mountain wind mask on his face. In addition to the mask, he also added a facial scarf, which was quietly hidden.

The abnormal and severe inspection at the gate of Pingxi City caused complaints from the people of Pingxi City. The inspection process damaged the goods and property carried by many people who left the city. In the past few days, there have been many conflicts. In addition, the public security situation in the city deteriorated, more and more gossips from Ganzhou came to Pingxi City. The day before yesterday, on November 10, the county magistrate's office had to order the lifting of the strict investigation of goods leaving the city. Therefore, Yan Liqiang could also hide the Thunder Fire Dragon Cannon on a ox cart leaving the city and take it out.

Originally, even without the Thunder Fire Dragon Cannon Yan Liqiang would have tried his best tonight, but the Thunder Fire Dragon Cannon in hand made Yan Liqiang more courageous and more determined to kill the enemy.

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Yan Liqiang waited patiently. Time was almost approaching Zi Shi San, and the people he was waiting for had not arrived yet. However, a slight sound came from the grass beside him. Yan Liqiang turned his head, but found that at some point, a mouse about one foot was coming out of the grass and approaching him.

The rats in the mass grave are completely different from ordinary rats. Almost all the mice here grow up eating human flesh. In the darkness, the huge mouse's eyes shine green like ghost fire, and two rows of sharp teeth on its long mouth. The entire mouse's head is a strange reddish-brown color.

The mouse also noticed that Yan Liqiang seemed to be watching it, but it was very brave. Because Yan Liqiang did not move, the mouse still groped towards Yan Liqiang.

There was a little movement in the forest in the distance. Yan Liqiang's heart moved, and a flying needle flew out of his fingers in an instant, silently sank into the body of the mouse that was within three meters of him. The moment the flying needle entered the body, the mouse's body suddenly froze, and its life breath disappeared in the blink of an eye.

When the mouse's body was instantly stiff, a man, like a night owl, stepped on the tops of the big trees in the mass grave, and when the yin energy of this mass grave was the heaviest, he fell from the sky and fell into the valley below the mass grave.

The man who came to this mass grave at night was covered in white hair, wearing black clothes, with blue eyes, and an evil and cold aura. It was Mo Leng, who killed Yan Liqiang and Yan Dechang with his own hands last time.

This Mo Leng is a visitor to the Ye family in Ganzhou, and also the right-hand man of Ye Xiao’s master and Ye Tiancheng, the governor of Pingxi County.

Seeing Ye Leng finally arrived, Yan Liqiang suddenly restrained his breathing and did not move. He did not even stare at Mo Leng's face, for fear of being sensed by Mo Leng, but just squinted his eyes and stared at Mo Leng's torso below his neck from a weed hiding out.

Mo Leng is a master at the first level of martial arts and is also cruel and ruthless. For Yan Liqiang, the current level of martial arts is still a peak that he cannot touch, so everything must be cautious.

Mo Leng, who came to the mass grave, looked around with his eyes shining brightly. When he found that there was nothing abnormal around him, he walked into the cave not far away and entered the cave.

After waiting for a full ten minutes, Yan Liqiang finally stood up from the invisible grass, came to the valley below, and walked to the entrance of the cave. Without hesitation for a second, he followed him in.

It was already very cold outside, with a lot of ghost fires, but the cave was even colder. In the cave, the ghost fires were everywhere, and the ground of the cave was filled with green. The scattered dead bones were almost everywhere. When you land, you would step on some bone. The timid ones would almost be scared to pee when you see such a place...

The clusters of ghost fires became natural lighting in the cave. Yan Liqiang's Nine Palace Wind Shadow Steps fell silently and walked directly towards the depths of the cave. After entering the cave for a hundred meters, Yan Liqiang suddenly slowed down.

There is a natural pit deep in the cave, and the pit is full of dead bones. This is the first place in Pingxi City to abandon the burial of the ownerless dead. Around the entire pit, there are a group of ghost fires. Mo Leng sat cross-legged on the edge of the pit, closed his eyes, and in a strange posture, he pointed his hands at the dead pit full of bones. A little bit of a faint green breath floated out of the dead pit, gathered towards Mo Leng, and was sucked into his mouth by Mo Leng...

If Yan Liqiang had not seen too many things in his previous life as a spiritual body, he would not have known that Mo Leng would have come here in November every year to absorb the yin energy of the dead in this mass grave to practice an evil method...

This is the best chance to kill Mo Leng!
Chapter completed!