The night is vast and the west wind is blowing.

An empty tombstone stands in front of the lonely grave, silent and eerie.

Although the reins of the three masters' horses were tightened to the extreme, and strands of blood were pulled out of the horses' mouths, they still seemed not to notice and continued towards the tombstone.

The three heads suddenly felt a strong chill in their hearts.

When the other bandits saw the three leaders still walking forward, they didn't know whether to follow them or turn around as ordered. There was a commotion in the team.

At this time, seeing that the horse was not obeying the command, the master immediately threw off the reins, jumped off the horse and jumped off the horse.

The second and third masters finally came to their senses and got off their horses using both hands and feet.

As soon as the three of them landed, the second master suddenly looked a little panicked and said: "Brother, this place is a bit evil!"

The boss said irritably: "I know!"

The third master's face turned slightly blue and he whispered: "Leave quickly!"

The leader nodded slightly, immediately threw the horse down, turned around and shouted to the bandits: "Go back!"

Under his shout, the team panicked briefly, then changed direction and started walking back.

Dots of torches meandered in the night, the west wind blew mightily, the trees swayed, the grass fell, the cold atmosphere spread, and the empty night was as quiet as death.

As they walked, just when the three heads thought they had left the evil cemetery, they saw a lonely wordless tombstone in the darkness ahead, appearing again!

The three masters suddenly froze up, and the bandits behind them also felt a chill rising from their spines.

This time there was no need for the boss to give orders, all the bandits stopped neatly.

The boss took a deep breath, pointed at one of his subordinates and said, "You! Go and smash that damn thing!"

The bandit's expression suddenly changed and he shouted quickly: "Master, I..."

brush!

Before he could even say his refusal, the boss had already raised his sword and dropped it!

puff……

The head flew high into the air, hot blood splashed out from the chest, blood rained down one after another, and the bandit's body also fell softly.

The leader looked ferocious, and then pointed at the second bandit behind him and said: "Go!"

The bandit looked frightened and was also very resistant, but he did not dare to make any more excuses and quickly replied: "Yes, yes..."

As he spoke, he pulled out his long knife and boldly walked towards the tombstone step by step.

The tombstone was right in front, and it wasn't that far away. However, as the bandit walked, he felt that he was getting further and further away from the team behind him.

But the distance between the tombstone is as if it has never been closer!

The night was low, there were no stars or moon, the surrounding fields were vast and dead, and not a single sound could be heard.

Gradually, the bandit walked slower and slower, and the hand holding the knife began to tremble slightly because of too much nervousness.

After walking for a while, seeing that he could not get close to the tombstone, the bandit stopped immediately, then turned around and shouted: "Master, this tombstone..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bandit's expression suddenly froze, and then, an extremely strong chill instantly hit his body.

The first boss, second boss, third boss, and all the brothers behind him have all disappeared!

He is the only one in this cemetery!

A gust of cold wind blew suddenly. The bandit turned around subconsciously and immediately found that the tombstone that he could not get close to just now was standing in front of him.

The tombstone was empty, with not a single word on it, but there was seemingly endless blood gushing out from it, instantly soaking the nearby soil...

"ah!!!"

The bandit stepped back with a frightened expression. He had just taken two steps back when he tripped over the long grass. He yelled, got up, rolled and crawled, and tried his best to escape into the distance.

When the long knife fell to the ground, the bandit didn't bother to pick it up. The huge fear had completely seized his mind, leaving him with no time to think about anything at the moment. He only knew how to run with his head down.

"Gah, gah, gah..."

From somewhere, several crows were heard, and the hoarse and harsh sound became more and more ominous.

It's getting colder and colder all around, like falling into an ice cellar.

Gray-black frost and snow spread quietly.

Suddenly, the bandit saw a simple green felt carriage appearing in the empty wilderness ahead.

He immediately recognized that this was the Dangqing Immortal they worshiped in Dangqing Village!

The bandit's originally desperate face suddenly showed strong hope!

Yes, the Great Immortal of Dangqing is the Immortal they worship at Qingzhai, so he can definitely bless him!

This place is so evil and weird, there must be demons at work. In this situation, only Dangqing Daxian can protect him!

At this moment, the horse pulling the carriage has disappeared, and the brothers responsible for guarding the carriage are also missing.

But the bandit couldn't care about this at all at the moment. He immediately accelerated his speed and ran towards the carriage.

Soon, he arrived in front of the carriage, and was about to step forward to open the curtain and invite the great immortal inside, but as soon as his fingers touched the carriage, the entire carriage collapsed like a phantom.

The young immortal in it reveals his true face.

It was a statue with a face like a beast and a body like a strong man. It had leopard eyes and a tiger's mouth, lips and tongue slightly open, two extremely sharp fangs exposed, and a dark light occasionally flashed in the eyes. His expression was cold and ferocious, as if he could be killed anytime, anywhere.

It rises violently, choosing people to devour.

The bandit immediately fell to his knees with a thud, kowtowed as hard as he could, and muttered: "As a Qing Immortal, Xinnan is a member of Qingzhai, and has always worshiped the Immortal."

"Please help me, great immortal!"

"Nobuonan is willing to set up a shrine for the great immortal and build a golden body again!"

"Please help me from the immortal! Please help me from the immortal!!"

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At the same time, in front of the tombstone, in the empty wilderness, the night wind whimpered and the long grass rolled.

The First Master, Second Master and Third Master looked at the strange tombstone in front of them, their expressions extremely ugly.

The subordinate who had just been sent over suddenly disappeared in the darkness while walking. No matter how they called each other's names, there was no response.

Another subordinate died!

Thinking of this, the boss immediately said: "Go to the right! Change the direction."

"Yes...yes!"

The bandits immediately responded, but there was clearly strong fear in their tone.

The torch hesitated in place for a while, then turned to the right.

The team left quickly. In the cemetery, the body of the man who had been hacked to death by the leader slowly stood up and then walked towards the team.

The trees and grasses were withered, and the leaves were falling one after another. The decaying scene looked particularly scary under the firelight.

When the bandits in Qingzhai were marching hurriedly in the night, the atmosphere was extremely depressing, and no one had the intention to speak.
Chapter completed!