After everything in front of him gradually became brighter, Master Qingfeng threw the cow tears in his hand to Zhou Ming and Wu Feng behind him. Zhou Ming followed Master Qingfeng's method and wiped some of his eyes, then handed the bottle to Wu Feng. Wu Feng ran while he said no. At this moment, he held his breath and used the skill of listening to the ant to judge the location of the little insect by the frequency of the wings firing when the small insect flew. As long as it did not fly too far, it could still find its trace.

The little insect came out of the yard of Guo Dacheng's family and flew far away. It was not ordinary road at all. Most of them flew over the roof. The master and apprentice jumped over the ridges of the house, like flying eaves and walls. They flipped over the roof and walls one by one. Many ordinary people in the house heard movements on the roofs and looked out. After they came out, they could only see the backs of the master and apprentice, whizzing like three whirlwinds, and they were shocked and stunned. Such a scene was only like this when the storyteller mentioned those knights or thieves. How could ordinary people have seen such a situation like flying eaves and walls?

After following the little insect, he ran through more than a dozen rooms. When the master and apprentice jumped out of a house, he found that the matter was already in a very dilapidated courtyard. It was estimated that there would be no one in the house for decades. Master Qingfeng, who was leading the way in front of him, suddenly felt a flash of white things flashing by. He was shocked, stopped and walked towards the white things.

Wu Feng and Zhou Ming, behind him, also stopped quickly. Zhou Ming said: Why didn’t Master chase the little insect and run away after a while.

Master Qingfeng ignored Zhou Ming's words and walked to a waist-high grass in a few steps. He pushed apart a weed, and a corpse of a man with a stripped lie on the ground. Master Qingfeng squatted down and touched the pulse of the dead body. When his hand touched the body of the dead body, he found that there was still some heat left. He probably hadn't died for a long time. He looked at the face of the dead body carefully. The blue veins on his face were bulging, covering his face like an earthworm. His eyes were wide open, and his tongue was bitten through. Obviously, he suffered a lot of pain when he died.

Wu Feng and Zhou Ming walked behind Taoist Qingfeng a few steps, and then saw the dead body. A strong smell of alcohol came to his nose. When they saw this dead body, both of them were shocked. Zhou Ming said: Why is there a dead person in this broken yard? It seems that he had just died not long ago. It was not that the head master from Siam.

This man was killed by the ghost-fighting technique in black witchcraft. Many ghosts invaded his body through physical contact and shared the soul of this man. This evil magic is not a spell from the Central Plains, it must be the one who caused it. He has changed into the outfit of this corpse and wants to get out of the city. The closest city gate here is the west gate of Kaihua City. Judging from the situation of this corpse, he should have just left not long ago. We will chase it now, maybe it is still time to go to chase it now.
Chapter completed!