The night came at some point, rich like a ball of ink that could not be melted. There was only a moon like a sickle hanging on the dark sky, scattering a cold light. On the path in the forest, there were a group of strange people walking. They were stiff, some of them were missing their arms, or corpses. The broken arms were still flowing blood on the ground drop by drop, but the broken legs were strange when the person walked, like a golden rooster, jumping forward and walking, but the speed was not slow, and he was not dropped by the team at all.

Because he was rushing with such a group of terrifying corpses, Weng Chai and Master Qingxu took special paths and did not dare to light turrets. They tried to avoid pedestrians who were rushing at night. If they met this group, they would meet the living Hell King, and the brave would be scared to death. The timids would die directly. When they met someone who could see, they were naturally not afraid, but they were afraid that those who looked at them from afar would expose their whereabouts. At that time, they would attract a large number of officers and soldiers to find people in Heifeng Ridge, which would cause great trouble.

The two were carried by two corpses controlled by the Guworms. After they came out of the ruined temple while the night was dark, they walked along the path towards the Heifeng Ridge. Although these dead people were controlled by the Guworms, they walked slowly. In just half an hour, they had already walked more than ten miles of mountain road.

Weng Chai was a little uncomfortable when the corpse was bumping. When he was fighting with Master Qingfeng in the air, he was forced to use his killer move, which made his true energy flow backwards. His internal organs were shocked. The pain was extremely unbearable. Weng Chai's teeth were clattering, so he asked Master Qingxu on the side: How far is the Black Wind Ridge from here? The injuries on my body cannot withstand the bumps. Now it seems that there is a fire in his chest, and it is so painful that he can't stand the pain.

Although Taoist Qingxu swallowed a Gu worm that Weng had been raised for many years and had recovered slightly, his body was like Weng. His internal organs were rolling in a while, mainly because of the path he was walking on and the mountain road. The corpse controlled by the Gu worm was only concerned about running all the way, and sometimes he had to jump on his back, which was no longer able to hold on.

Brother Weng Chai, please stop the corpses first. Rong Dao takes a breath and see where we are and don’t go the wrong way. Although Master Qingxu was carried by the corpse, he was still exhausted and sweating profusely.

Weng Chai looked at the pink insect buzzing in front of him, chanted a few spells in his mouth, and communicated with the insect. The pink insect flew to the bodies controlled by the Zi Gu, making a burst of insect chirping, which was somewhat like the chirping of crickets. Soon, the corpses stopped all the time.

Taoist Master Qingxu slid down from the corpse under him, and walked forward with the light of light, trembling a few steps forward. He looked up and saw that the night was too dark, but he couldn't see clearly. He just saw the small mounds in front of him, as if they were tombs buried by dead people.
Chapter completed!