A stormy night.
Just waiting for dawn, outside the flower forest, while the sky was still dark and before dawn, on the muddy mountain road, I suddenly saw a figure sneaking into the pile of tombs with a light and silent step.
The visitor was none other than Li Muchan.
Nowadays, the "Demon Cult" and the "Blue Dragon Society" are at war. At this critical juncture, anyone who has anything to do with the two will probably think of running away thousands of miles away, but he wants to do the opposite.
The city of Luoyang was also turned upside down.
Overnight, many martial arts masters, whether good or evil, good or evil, suffered numerous casualties.
Moreover, there were fights along the way, and every step was dangerous.
Walking on the road, maybe the vendors passing by can stab you, the lady buying vegetables can give you a few concealed weapons, the old man giving charcoal may be the most terrifying killer in the world, and the jumping children can be the "Five Poison Cult" of Miao Xinjiang. All of his descendants are capable of killing people and are impossible to guard against.
He originally wanted to rush back to Luoyang City, but he still kept an eye on it and secretly looked around beforehand. It was better not to look at it. Li Muchan felt cold all over at this sight, and finally decided to return to Baihualin.
Li Muchan also felt that he had misjudged the power of the "Demon Cult" and the "Blue Dragon Society", and he was completely wrong.
These two parties are now pervasive and spread all over the city of Luoyang. There are people from all walks of life, gentry and wealthy households, traders and lackeys. There are countless overt and covert fights, which is terrifying.
Even after the wind and rain dissipated, what remained was the strong smell of blood.
Li Muchan carefully waited for a long time. When he saw that there was no movement in the wooden house, he moved over with a sigh of relief.
The house was in a mess, with splatters of blood scattered everywhere, knife marks and sword wounds, and a few scattered severed fingers, broken weapons, and hidden weapons left behind.
There was no body.
Li Muchan suddenly twitched her nose in confusion, sniffed, then walked around the wooden house and came to the tomb at the back.
In the diffuse morning fog, the mass graves had long been bulldozed, turning into an empty space several feet square, revealing the renovated old soil.
Li Muchan's eyes changed. Hesitantly, he raised his foot to push the old dirt away. He immediately saw a pale face with wide eyes looking up at him from a distance.
He still had the impression that this person should be one of the four bearers of Shangguan Xiaoxian.
"Huh?"
Just as he was watching, Li Muchan's face suddenly showed surprise, and he leaned down to look at the corpse's brows.
It was a small wound, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, no more than an inch long. It was very inconspicuous and was already purple and blue.
But Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and said to himself in a puzzled tone: "Knife wound? Throwing knife."
The first two words are questions, but the last two words are affirmative.
Li Muchan stood up thoughtfully. It seemed that after he escaped last night, someone else must have come to the forest, and they were also incredible masters, members of the "Qinglong Club".
but……
Shangguan Xiaoxian should not be dead, or even defeated, otherwise the troops in the city would have died down long ago.
The outcome is yet to be determined, either both sides will suffer losses, or it will be difficult to determine the winner.
Li Muchan was not curious at all about this. He just wanted to live now.
As for who wins and who loses, that's not something he can think about right now.
And Li Muchan had another important consideration when he returned here...
He looked at the huge grave in front of him, where dozens of corpses or even more were buried. The ghostly fire in his eyes that had retreated for a while had begun to revive. His hands beside him were trembling slightly, and the tips of his fingertips were blue and black.
Since the "Clavicle Ecstasy Heavenly Buddha Scroll" is a magical skill, it is definitely not easy to practice. He is not so naive as to think that he will be invincible if he has the magical skill. At the moment, in order to protect himself, he can only practice evil methods first.
Moreover, this fight was a God-given opportunity for Li Muchan, which could be used to improve his skills.
Now that he has been involved in this world, it is not his character to retreat blindly. It is to face difficulties, survive in adversity, and climb higher step by step in the light of swords and shadows, that is the most satisfying pleasure.
But as he was worrying about something, Li Muchan suddenly rolled around in the bloody mud, then quickly rushed to a hidden position in the southwest corner of the tomb, reached out and dug it into the soil, and then lifted it up, a coffin lid It was uncovered.
The coffin was not buried deeply, but placed very shallowly. It was only covered with thin layers of turf and a layer of broken earth.
This was where Li Muchan had practiced the "Secret Spectrum of Ghosts" before. Compared with the cunning and unpredictable people outside and the treacherous world of rivers and lakes, he felt that it was not as safe as in a coffin a few feet tall, and he could sleep more comfortably and at ease.
Even he would rather sleep with those rotting and smelly corpses than with living people.
Although the coffin was buried shallowly, the space inside was more than twice as large as an ordinary coffin.
It was windy and rainy last night, and a layer of mud and water had accumulated inside.
Without even thinking about it, Li Muchan reached out and took out a three-foot-long knife, and immediately got in sideways.
After a thrilling night and the fear in the past few days, he was mentally and physically exhausted at the moment. He didn't want to think about anything else but to regain his energy first.
…
Time passes.
During the day, Li Muchan huddled in the coffin and fell asleep with a knife in his hand. From time to time he was awakened by the movement outside. Occasionally, he made a few urgent calls, but most of them were made by ordinary people. He thought it was the hands of the corpse-carrying people in the city who were injured by this Shura field. The horrific scene was so frightening that I cried for my father and mother, and cried out for my mother.
After a day of silence, it was dark again in the blink of an eye, and dozens of new graves were added to the flower forest.
Just at night, will-o'-the-wisps were everywhere, the smell of corpses was filling the fields, and the wind was blowing violently. The unburned paper ashes and paper money scattered everywhere immediately flew up with the wind, whirling in the forest, and the excited soul flags made a sound, and they were in a trance. The time makes people feel like they are trapped in the underworld, so terrifying.
It was almost three o'clock in the morning when Li Muchan slowly woke up from the coffin. Seeing that there was no movement outside, he opened the coffin slightly and opened a gap. A wisp of bright moonlight immediately filtered in, and there were gusts of breeze.
The moon outside has reached its peak, and it seems that after being exposed to the sun during the day, the smell of corpses in the flower forest has become more intense.
But just when Li Muchan was about to find the corpse to practice his martial arts, his expression suddenly tightened, and he shrank back. He quickly held his breath and carefully looked out through the gap.
But a new tomb not far away started to tremble slightly, and the earth and rocks were rolling, as if something was crawling out.
Li Muchan watched quietly, not daring to make any movement; not long after, his eyes were slowly narrowing, and a hand actually stretched out from the top of Gein's grave, then his head, and then his body.
This man's hair was disheveled and his body was dirty. He looked like a beggar, crawling out.
"hiss……"
But Li Muchan felt a tremor in her heart and her pupils shrank sharply.
Others may not be able to recognize who this person is, but he will never be unable to tell the difference, because this person is none other than Shangguan Xiaoxian, the "Lonely Peak Heavenly King" of the Demon Sect.
Why is Shangguan Xiaoxian here?
Li Muchan's thoughts changed rapidly, and he quickly figured it out.
Did this person lose, and then faked his death and was sent to Baihualin as a corpse, hoping to escape and escape from the "Qinglong Society"?
"I didn't expect that this woman's tricks and scheming would actually lead to defeat. She is really an enemy on a narrow road. Judging from her weak steps, she is probably injured..."
Li Muchan was already secretly thinking about whether to take advantage of his life and kill this person to avoid future troubles.
But all these thoughts disappeared in a flash. Gain heard a chuckle in the night: "Haha, you are indeed hiding here."
Another master is here.
