In the quiet night, the cry of the night owl sounded, adding a bit of eerieness to the night in the mountains and wilderness.
In a mountain col, an owl stood on a branch, staring into the dark night, its eyes reflecting a faint green light, which looked particularly scary in the darkness.
Suddenly, in a bush not far from it, there was a rustling sound. Then the night owl was a little disappointed to see a man with dead leaves and grass clippings all over his body, looking quite embarrassed.
Emerge from the bushes.
Gumi!
The night owl made a sinister cry and moved its head away in disappointment. That was not food it could hunt.
At this time, the young man emerged from the bushes and looked up at the bright moon hanging in the sky. Under the moonlight, he revealed a face covered with bloodstains and so pale that there was almost no blood.
"We should get rid of those guys!"
The young man murmured to himself, but there was not much confidence in his tone. Even in this deep mountain forest, he couldn't help but look around, as if there was some beast behind him that was about to catch up.
"What's going on with those guys? Why are they so crazy? Have all the graves I dug been discovered? I obviously restored them all."
The young man muttered, then took out a dark copper bell from his waist and shook it gently.
Jingle Bell!
The crisp sound of copper bells echoed in the mountains and forests, and a faint rotten smell accompanied by the drifting wind filled the mountains and forests. The night owl, which was still searching for prey, looked at the young man holding the copper bells, let out a strange cry, and fled.
It seemed to be flapping its wings and flying away.
"one two three……"
The young man didn't pay attention to the night owl who was frightened away by the corpse's energy. Instead, he turned his head and carefully counted the "people" who came out of the bushes behind him.
"Only six left!"
The voice of suppressed anger echoed in the night, and the young man looked at the six walking corpses in front of him that were stiff, motionless, and filled with a disgusting corpse odor.
It seemed that he was extremely angry, and there was actually a flame burning in those eyes, but the flame was green, like two will-o'-the-wisps burning.
"Damn old Taoist priests, and those bunch of ignorant bastards, sooner or later I will turn you all into blood corpses to satisfy the hatred in my heart!"
Seeing that he had worked tirelessly for a period of time, moving around mountains and caves, and only gained less than half of the harvest, the young man became even more furious and couldn't help but swear.
But at this time, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart. Even though he was doing the immoral thing of digging up people's ancestral graves, he had checked out the graves in advance before digging. Those were abandoned lonely graves in the wilderness.
Logically speaking, the things he did should not be discovered. But just two days ago, he was hunted down by a group of people from all walks of life.
The young man tried hard to recall what he had done these days. Two days ago, he took a few artifacts he brought out from the cemetery and went to a ghost market to make a move. As a result, the object of his transaction turned out to be an old man.
ghost.
The old ghost didn't know what kind of magic he practiced. He leaned in front of him, took a breath, and yelled that he had dug old graves in the past two days.
Then the young man discovered that the eyes of all the "people" around him had changed. It was a kind of gaze that made him shudder when he thought about it now.
But fortunately, his cautious temperament saved his life, because he only dealt with gold and silver artifacts, so he only chose an unknown ghost market, where only a handful of aliens accounted for, and most of them were human-made.
host.
It was also his bad luck that the person he wanted to trade happened to be an old ghost. Even though he tried his best to cover it up, he still smelled his scent.
When he realized something was wrong, he directly took out the soul-catching bell that led him to the path, shattered the old ghost that had brought him disaster, turned around and ran away.
Although he has a cautious personality, it does not mean that his strength is weak. He knows that what he practices is evil, but he has no choice, so he just wanders to sparsely populated places on weekdays, specifically digging into ancient tombs in the mountains.
It was precisely because of this that he had accumulated a lot of zombies in his hands that were qualified to transform into zombies, which allowed him to escape smoothly after two days and two nights of pursuit, although he also paid a heavy price for it.
"Those guys, what's going on?"
After thinking for a moment, the young man still couldn't figure out the reason. It couldn't be that those guys were all chivalrous people who wanted to teach him a lesson after hearing about his evil deeds.
Just kidding, there are so many good things in the ghost market, but he has not forgotten that two nights ago, there was a spirit among the guys who attacked him, and he was overheard by some non-human beings.
When the grave of the human race is dug up, there will be no sense of injustice.
Gua! Gua!
At this time, several shrill crows sounded, and under the young man's gaze, which suddenly became solemn, an old crow with feathers whose color almost blended with the dark night flew across the sky, mouthing human words.
"Found it, Jiang Yang is here! Jiang Yang is here! Come here quickly! This kid is going to run away!"
"Kill that crow down for me!"
Jiang Yang's pale, bloodless face became gloomy. The soul-catching bell in his hand shook gently. Behind him, a burly and sturdy zombie, even wearing rusty iron armor, walked out. His stiff body bent with difficulty, and he walked out from behind.
After picking up a big stone from the ground, he threw it into the sky.
Phew~
"Quack! It's time to kill the bird. Come here quickly. Someone is trying to kill the bird here. Please help!"
The shrill, hoarse, irritating voice of Broken Gong Guo echoed in the night sky. Jiang Yang looked at the black crow that was so nimble in the sky and even doing all kinds of fancy moves with a gloomy face. All sorts of bad things were already brewing in his heart.
premonition.
Among the three sects and nine sects who were chasing him two days ago, as well as some mountain spirits and ghosts of unknown origins, this black crow was not there. It was obvious that this was a new arrival, and it was also coming for him, Jiang Yang.
"I dug up the ancestral grave of some important person, and I actually let so many people come to kill me!"
The young man couldn't help but feel a little frustrated at this time. He guessed that he might have offended a very important person unintentionally, but he would not cause such a situation.
"Hahaha, Jiang Yang, let me see where you are going to escape!"
A rather heroic old laughter sounded along with the crows, but before the laughter sounded, a golden light streaking through the air had already pierced Jiang Yang.
"The ghost lingers!"
Jiang Yang's face was gloomy, he held the copper bell in his hand and smashed it against the golden light.
Bang!
The copper bell made a crisp sound, and the golden light was knocked upside down and revealed its original shape in mid-air. It turned out to be an evil-killing sword composed of dozens of polished copper bahts. But at this time, this
The red thread on a rare evil-killing sword was broken, and dozens of copper coins were scattered on the ground. It was obviously beaten to pieces.
"Quah! Baby, I see baby!"
The black crow hovering in the night sky saw this scene with his own eyes, and its broken gong-like voice couldn't help shouting loudly. Jiang Yang below couldn't help but raise his head and glance at it hatefully, his eyes filled with
murderous look.
"What a waste of natural resources! An ancient artifact that contains ancient inheritance is actually used by a kid like you."
A sound broke through the air suddenly, and before the owner of the copper coin sword showed up, he saw a burly man wearing half-body armor stepping on the grass.
Looking at the size of this big man and the clothes he wears, he weighs hundreds of kilograms at least, but with just a tap of his foot on the tip of the grass, he can slide more than ten feet in the air, making him as light as a feather.
"Fly across the void, innate warrior!"
When Jiang Yang saw the big man, he couldn't help but have a look of despair on his face. He was not afraid of ordinary martial artists, but a martial arts barbarian like this whose body had already transformed once was equivalent to a ferocious beast in human skin.
The corpse is not an opponent at all, it will be torn into pieces as soon as it comes face to face.
"Infinite Heavenly Lord, Lieutenant Liu County, everything must be done on a first-come, first-served basis! The old Taoist has been chasing this kid for two days."
A Taoist trumpet sounded, and a figure that made the young man fear him like a tiger appeared. He was a white-bearded Taoist priest holding a mahogany sword in one hand and a compass in the other.
"Taoist Priest Qingxu, you have to do everything according to your ability. This guy is the one who asked for it by name in Qingshan County. It's impossible for you to win it alone. Don't have such daydreams!"
"Hey, I don't have such delusions. I just want to show my face in front of that person. Don't take him down and leave me alone."
The old Taoist smiled.
"Both of you are on the right path. It's really hard on us, the heretical cultivators. Can you two give me some time to wait for the cultivators and let us ask this kid about the inheritance he has received!"
The dark wind roared from the sky, and then revealed a rickety and skinny figure, almost losing its human form, wearing an animal skin robe and holding a skull staff.
However, this monk, who seems to have nothing to do with righteousness, looks at the skull on his staff. Although it looks like a human, the horn on the withered bones shows his origin. He is clearly a heretic who practices alien methods.
Although this kind of left-dao monks are not recognized by the Taoist Xuanzong, they will not be ostracized and suppressed. After all, their training materials are all inhuman and alien.
"Taoist Barbarian Bones! This Jiang Yang is the one who requested it by name. If you want his inheritance, go to that person and ask for it! No one will ever give it to you."
Just kidding, handing someone over to a left-behind monk to torture him about his inheritance. After he finishes asking, what kind of torture has this person gotten into? How can he be handed over to that person for questioning?
"Lord County Lieutenant, please don't make fun of me. I won't get in front of that person because I don't want to be struck by lightning."
"My lord, what a great official authority! This person has not been caught yet, and his ownership has already been decided?"
"I think what fellow Taoist Mangu said makes sense. Before you hand someone over, you should ask him what inheritance he has received!"
"Do you want to die?"
A scowl appeared on the face of the big man, who was as armored as a thin coat, and the moonlight falling on him began to distort.