As soon as the words came to an end, everyone started to work hard. Wu Feng put down Master Huikong on his back and asked him to take care of Master Huiming, who was still unconscious. At this moment, after a while, the little monk Zenxin looked much better after a while of breathing, and also helped everyone churn the bat corpses on the ground.

It is unimaginable that the masked old Taoist used what method he used to kill so many bats at once. A thick layer was laid on the ground, at least one foot thick. Many of the bat corpses seemed to be roasted by fire, exuding a burnt smell, and their noses were sour.

These bat corpses were discharged from a distance and were huge in number. It was not easy to find them with a few injured people. They had been busy for about an hour and the sky was bright, so they barely churned the bat corpses. Everyone was so tired that they were sweating and panting.

However, the result was not satisfactory, and the evil ghost trick was not found.

You said, is it possible that the evil ghost sword could be fallen on the masked old Taoist when he escaped here and wiped the sweat from his head halfway, but he touched the black and gray on his face, looking extremely tired.

He was finding a reason for himself to convince himself, but this reason did not seem so sufficient and he had no confidence in saying this.

Old donor, aren't you saying that the masked old Taoist is more valuable than his life by using the evil ghost trick? How could he be willing to drop such an important thing on the way? Master Huikong was also exhausted and poured a basin of cold water on his head.

Alas, Old Liu sighed, a little helpless, and said: Since we haven't found it, it means we didn't look carefully. I think the evil ghost trick must be in the corpses of these bats. Why don't you look for it carefully?

Old Liu was comforting himself again. He didn't believe that the old Taoist would run away under the siege of so many vampire bats, but he seemed to have an answer in his heart, and the faint feeling of uneasiness suddenly became very strong.

Cough cough

A violent cough came from not far away, interrupting everyone's busy figures and hurriedly walked towards Master Huicong.

When I went over, I saw that the seriously injured monk Huiming suddenly woke up. After coughing a few times, he vomited a lot of blood and immediately fainted.

Senior Brother Huikong, Junior Brother Huiming, seemed to be almost unable to hold on. If he didn’t treat him in time, he might not be able to hold on tonight. Master Huicong helped Huiming wipe the blood on the corner of his mouth and said with a sad voice.

Let's go back if you don't look for it. Wu Feng suddenly said in a deep voice.

But the evil ghost tricked Lao Liu and said hesitantly.

Help is important. Let’s talk about that evil ghost trick in the future. When we return to Kaihua City, let Brother Guo send more people to find him. Wu Feng said.

Well, that's fine, let's do it like this. Let's go back to Kaihua City first and find a doctor to show Master Huiming first. You all have injuries on your body, so this matter cannot be delayed. Old Liu said with a serious face.

Before he finished speaking, Wu Feng had already carried Master Huiming and walked quickly towards Kaihua City. The few people behind him also quickly followed. Invisibly, everyone's hearts were covered with a layer of haze. The evil ghost's trick was not found. This was a heart disease, and everyone's face was extremely difficult to see.

Not long after everyone walked out, a man covered in mud crawled out of the stinky ditch near the pile of bat corpses. He lay in the grass, trembling all over. His resentful eyes stared at the backs of Wu Feng and others, and gritted his teeth and spit out a few words: I must avenge this revenge.
Chapter completed!