Liu Wei'an's expression suddenly became uneasy, and for no reason, Zhang Wuhe felt a palpitation in his heart, as if something terrible was about to happen, and his heartbeat was pounding.
puff--
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The rhythmic sound came from a distance in this direction. At the beginning, it was two or three kilometers away. In the blink of an eye, it was already hundreds of meters away. Zhang Wuhe was curious and uneasy at the same time, and felt a chill in his back. , if Liu Wei'an hadn't been by her side, she would have almost fled the area.
The leaves in front parted silently, and a group of people leaped into view. Seeing the appearance of this group of people clearly, Zhang Wuhe gasped and almost screamed.
This is a funeral procession.
Dressed in white, carrying a dark coffin, he shuttled through the woods without making a sound. The two people in front are throwing paper money, the next two are holding soul-calling flags, the next two are holding umbrellas, and behind are four people playing suona. Behind the suona are people playing drums and gongs. In the middle is a coffin. Eight people carried the coffin, and the object behind the coffin was almost the same as the one in front, except that there were two more people sprinkling water.
A group of people, all dressed in mourning clothes, were pale and pale, with hemp ropes tied around their waists, and a lamp on their head, emitting a bright green light.
What is shocking is that both the people in front and the people behind are clearly playing and banging happily, but no sound comes out. It gives people the feeling that what they are beating is not a solid thing, but an illusory thing. However, Zhang Maizuru checked in many ways and concluded that these instruments were real.
She saw ripples in the air caused by the vibration of the stick hitting the drum, but there was no sound, as if there was an invisible monster that ate up all the sound.
"How could this happen?" Zhang Wuhe felt cold in her heart. As the team approached, she saw faces that were not human. She couldn't describe in words what it felt like.
It was clearly a face, with all the facial features, but it just didn't look like a human face.
The people in front jumped and turned around happily. Only the people carrying the sedan fell together at an alarming speed. All the trees, flowers and plants blocking the front were all separated by an unknown force. Don't dare to stop.
The team passed by the two of them, less than one meter apart. The most recent time, the soul-calling flag almost touched Zhang Wuhe's. In an instant, all the hair on Zhang Wuhe's body stood up, as if a poisonous snake had climbed up his neck. The feeling of coldness.
Suddenly, Zhang Wuhe's body trembled, her mouth opened, and she was about to scream. At the critical moment, Liu Wei'an covered her mouth with lightning, blocking the cry that had reached her mouth.
There was another person sitting on the coffin, all in black, and he blended in with the coffin, but Zhang Wuhe didn't pay attention. When the funeral procession passed by the two of them, the person sitting on the coffin suddenly turned his head and grinned at the two of them, which almost scared Zhang Wuhe out of his wits.
This smile was so weird that not to mention Zhang Wuhe, a girl, even Liu Wei'an tensed up and almost hit him with a fist.
The two of them held their breath tightly to slow down their heartbeats. They waited until the funeral procession had gone away, and then the chill on their bodies slowly faded away. In a flash of light, the procession disappeared into the forest and was no longer visible. The silent world suddenly came back to life, trees swayed in the wind, insects and ants made sounds, flowers and plants grew slowly, and when the funeral procession passed by, the world seemed to have died.
"How scary!" Zhang Wuhe looked away. She felt that if she stood in front of the funeral procession, anyone could kill her instantly because she couldn't muster the strength to resist.
"Do you know what this is?" Liu Wei'an let out a long breath. When the funeral procession was about to disappear into the forest, he tried to explore the black coffin. As soon as his consciousness touched it, he was exploded by a thunder. The outside is charred and the inside is tender, almost soul-shattering.
Before his spiritual consciousness, among the younger generation, he didn't think twice about others, and he didn't give in to the older generation. But compared with the coffin, he felt like a little ant, and the coffin was like a mountain. Not on the same level.
If he hadn't realized that the 'Sword of Annihilation' was unparalleled in power, he would have been confessed here today. The horror of this coffin made him ring the little beggar. In Mogu Mountain, he got back an eyeball from the little beggar. It once had such power.
"I don't know you!" Zhang Wuhe was born in the Zhang family and is well-informed. However, this is the first time he has seen such a strange scene. He has never heard of it from his elders, and there is no record of it in the family's book collection.
"There is a big tomb not far from here. Could it be the owner of the tomb?" Liu Wei'an guessed.
"I've never heard of anyone carrying their coffin everywhere!" Zhang Wuhe said.
"Judging from the performance of this big tomb, at least it is the Tomb of the Human King. Who dares to be arrogant next to the Tomb of the Human King? Those at lower levels don't dare to come. People at the same level know the rules, and high-level people don't look down on others. A used cemetery." Liu Wei'an said.
"It's really weird. This continent is too mysterious." Zhang Wuhe said.
"Where are they going? How about catching up and taking a look?" Liu Wei'an suggested.
"Don't you want the aura eyes?" Zhang Wuhe asked, since he didn't want to have any contact with the funeral procession anymore.
"I almost forgot!" Liu Wei'an showed an embarrassed expression, "Let's go."
"What is this?" Zhang Wuhe suddenly stretched out his right hand, and there was a black pattern on his palm. The pattern was very strange, as if he had scribbled it, and there seemed to be some kind of mark.
"Where did it come from?" Liu Wei'an asked.
"I don't know." Zhang Wuhe said, looking a little uneasy.
"When did you get it?" Liu Wei'an asked.
"It wasn't there yesterday, and I don't know when it appeared." Zhang Wuhe rubbed it with his hands. The mark was on the inside of the flesh, not on the surface, so it couldn't be rubbed away.
"Have you never seen this thing?" Liu Wei'an reached out and touched it, but he could only touch Zhang Wuhe's palm, but could not touch the mark and felt nothing.
"No!" Zhang Wuhe was sure.
"How do you feel now?" Liu Wei'an asked again.
"It's just like a mole. It doesn't feel anything and it won't affect my cultivation. I can't feel it at all." Zhang Wuhe's face looked very ugly.
I can't sense the things that appear on my body, I can see them but can't touch them. Is there anything more terrifying than this?
"Let me try." Liu Wei'an held Zhang Wuhe's hand and suddenly froze.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Wuhe let go of his defense, but he didn't wait for Liu Wei'an's internal power to pass through, and he couldn't help but wonder. Liu Wei'an didn't speak, and slowly opened his right hand. There was a mysterious pattern on his palm, which was exactly the same as the one on Zhang Wuhe's palm. There was no change in size, shape, depth, and concentration.
"Ah, you do too!" Zhang Wuhe exclaimed.
The aura on Liu Wei'an's body surged, and the "Corpse Emperor Sutra", "Dark Emperor Sutra", "Immortal Inheritance Sutra", and "Soul Suppressing Talisman" circulated back and forth, but he could not sense the existence of the mark, as if it did not belong to him. Part of it, however, is visible to the naked eye, which is extremely strange.
Zhang Wuhe was frightened, and stepped back step by step. The aura erupting from Liu Wei'an frightened her. She once thought that Liu Wei'an was infinitely stronger than her, but now she realized that Liu Wei'an was as high as a mountain or as high as the sea. She and Liu Wei'an were He is no longer a level person.
"open!"
Liu Wei'an shouted angrily, and his right hand turned into white bones, and his flesh and blood exploded in an instant, shooting in all directions. However, what shocked Zhang Wuhe was that the mark still hovered in the palm of his hand. It seemed to be suspended outside the bones, as if integrated into one body, and as if deep inside the bones. The feeling that seemed to be obviously ethereal made Zhang Wuhe extremely uncomfortable.
Liu Wei'an stared blankly at the palm bones, his expression changing, sometimes hesitant, sometimes cruel. He was not sure if the "Immortal Heritage Sutra" could grow back after shattering the bones. He was also worried because the palm bones were gone and the imprint was If it leaves, it will continue to exist after it grows out. I have a vague feeling that the latter is more likely.
However, there is a trace of luck in my heart. What if I can get rid of this thing? He absolutely doesn't want something like this to appear on his body. It's easy to explain what's going on, such as the Curse of Weeping Blood. What you don't know is the scariest thing. It's like a time bomb. You don't know when it will blow up.
"Don't—" When Zhang Wuhe shouted, bones were everywhere, Liu Wei'an's right hand was gone, his wrist was bare, and everything else was gone.
Liu Wei'an endured the severe pain and sat down cross-legged. The light yellow air flow surged, and a voice like a bell sounded in his body. His blood flowed like the Yangtze River. His right hand grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, first the bones, then the The blood vessels, and finally the skin, after a cup of tea, the right hand grew and was intact. There was no difference from before it was broken. The marks on the palm were also the same. They were exactly the same. The expectation on Zhang Wuhe's face turned into fear. , his face was pale, without a trace of blood.
Even a severed hand is useless, what the hell is this?
After finishing the exercise, Liu Wei'an opened his eyes and stared at the mark on his palm. His face was calm, but he was not too disappointed. He had already had a premonition.
"How could this happen? Is this a kind of power or something?" Zhang Wuhe couldn't help but ask. Everything in front of her was beyond her comprehension.
"Funeral procession!" Liu Wei'an stood up suddenly. Zhang Wuhe was shocked and understood everything in an instant. Yes, it’s the funeral team. Only they can be so mysterious and powerful. They can leave imprints on two people without anyone noticing. Only an incomprehensible existence like the funeral team can leave such a powerful imprint. Liu The danger cannot be removed even if the hand is broken.
"Chase!" Liu Wei'an just took a step, stopped, and said to Zhang Wuhe, "You stay and take my people to get the aura eye, and I will chase him."
"I -" Zhang Wuhe said only one word, but Liu Wei'an had already lost sight of her, and a sense of frustration arose in her heart. She knew that it was because of her lack of strength that Liu Wei'an didn't want her to go because he was afraid that she would hold him back. .
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