Until no refugees rushed up.

"Murder."

The scream of horror rang out, and the commotion crowd fled in all directions.

The girl waved her hand and hummed, not knowing what was humming in her mouth.

Then she swelled her cheeks and started chewing.

Perhaps she was eating too quickly and choked, and the urge to cough made her feel very hard to hold it in.

So the girl quickly covered her mouth to prevent apple pomace from spurting out of her mouth.

Her face was flushed, and when she heard the movement of the city guards rushing towards the city gate, a shadow slowly appeared on the bottom of her feet.

The girl never looked at the direction the city guard rushed over from beginning to end.

She looked at the direction Chen Feng was walking from afar and muttered, "Apples are good, count the time of sleeping, I haven't eaten them for almost a hundred years. Well, your life will be worth it."

She was like a mud sinking to the bottom, slowly sinking into a shadow.

The shadows flash into light spots.

Disappear.

...

Chen Feng and Huanhong walked along the way in the direction of the three-person group of Soul-Suppressing Envoys.

The scenes of failure along the way can be seen everywhere.

He even encountered a small group of rebels of Jigu Cult who were defeated and flew.

Chen Feng, in accordance with the principle that you don’t mess with me, I’m too lazy to touch you, if you mess with me, I’ll send you the Yin-Yang Book permanent travel principle, shuttled straight through.

Along the way, it was also called a small profit.

Two riders whipped the horses.

The sunset is getting darker and the sky is getting darker.

The two stopped at a place called Wuliyuan.

This is also the ultimate mission village of the Soul-Superman Three-person Team.

The soul-suppressing man is not aimless.

Only when there is a troublesome place will the figure of the soul-suppressing envoy appear.

They have their own set of skills to find resentful souls, which is similar to a hound smelling.

Wuliyuan is ruined and ruined.

There are signs of burning fire.

The houses in the village collapsed and were burned to death.

Judging from the burning traces, time has passed for a long time, so long that it should have happened before the rebellion of Jigu Sect.

Moss has grown in the dilapidated villages, and traces of weeds that have been pulled by refugees.

The two found a place to break through the wall and block the wind.

There are piles of ashes burning out in the corners of the wall.

Looking at the color and freshness of the ash, it was not long ago, and even last night, that someone was spending the night here.

It is hard for Chen Feng not to think that this is a trace of the overnight stay left by the Soul-Suppressing Envoy.

Because next to the ashes, there are still fruit cores left.

At this time, in this direction, who else can eat fresh fruits besides the Soul-Suppressing Messenger group?

"Chen Feng, come and see if this is the code word they left behind." Huanhong turned on a stone for the cushion and pointed to the square blocks above, with different patterns and some regular style symbols.

This code word is not the code word of the Soul-Superior Division, but the code word word of the Cao Guangxiao team.

It was borrowed from Chen Feng's invented version of Landlord.

Chen Feng translated the pattern into a general version in his heart, and was silent for a moment, saying: "Plum Blossom One, Block Five, Spade Four, Red Heart Two, which means being attacked by Yin Ling One, with the fifth-grade strength, three soul-suppressing envoys and one stayed behind, and two pursued the north."

"Fifth-grade Yin Spirit? I'm afraid it's the birth of spiritual wisdom."

"Well, we divide resentful souls into wandering souls, resentful evil spirits, ghost spirits, sharp evil spirits, resentful spirits, ghost spirits, ghost spirits, and ghost cultivation, and there are higher-level existences, but they are not visible in the world and mostly appear in the underworld. For example, those ghost messengers, we call them ghost cultivation, and they have a more detailed division."

"A fifth-grade Yin Spirit, in theory, three soul-squeezers, plus thirty spirit soldiers at the level of the Sharp Evil, and methods against ghosts should not be dealt with."

"Since we are pursuing north, let's first look for this direction and explore."

Chen Feng was not afraid of Huanhong, and two torches appeared out of thin air in his hand, and the fire broker was lit.

Huanhong was slightly stunned. When she thought of Chen Feng's transformation into a living person that night, she felt relieved.

She took the torch and took a step, but was pulled by Chen Feng.

Chen Feng smiled bitterly and said, "Don't look for me anymore, my colleague is here."

Huanhong was surprised to say how did you know, but he figured out what Chen Feng said. He used not the words of his colleagues coming or coming back, but the words came up and savored them carefully, and he felt chilling.

It's indeed coming up.

Night falls.

The sound of breaking the ground came.

Corpse puppets were everywhere and broke out of the ground. Looking at the dress, they were mostly natives from Wuliyuan.

The strength is average, most of the iron corpses are but few bronze corpses.

The three silver corpses at the forefront are not who are the three soul-suppressing envoys who have never reported back.

Chen Feng could tell at a glance that this was definitely the secret method of corpse refining by the corpse-carrying man.

He was able to refine three silver corpses overnight.

The proficiency of the secret method of corpse refining is definitely not inferior to Chen Feng.

No wonder the three soul-suppressing envoys are here to hate.

Soul soldiers who are less than the level of resentful spirits will be invincible to deal with ordinary living people. Fighting with corpse puppets without souls and wisdom is equivalent to immunity.

This Wuliyuan is actually the burial place of the corpse puppet.

The buried man also used a fifth-grade Yin spirit as the "grave guardian".

The cemetery of such a scale and the gravekeeper's specifications are very small.

"Don't move here." Chen Feng held Huanhong, but he flew over the corpse puppet and rushed towards the place where the moon was about to rise.

On the half-collapsed roof there, there was a plain-clothed ghost "gravekeeper".

"So many, I..." Before Huan Hong could finish speaking, she realized that her eyes were dark.

Two figures fell out of thin air.

One tall and one short, one strong and one thin, one man and one woman.

The woman turned her head and squeezed a rusty smile at Huanhong.

With a smile, Huanhong's head buzzed and found two blood-colored fangs that were gradually growing.

"Corps...Corps...Zero...Zero..." Huanhong pointed at Damao, Ermao's back and stuttered.

It is also a silver corpse, the man and a woman who appear out of thin air is much more flexible than the three soul-suppressing silver corpses.

Ermao also knows how to "smile" at Huanhong.

Although Huanhong was so scared that she didn't know what she was.

Two violent roars.

Huanhong's brain was covered in paste.

I saw a gorgeous two-and-six, one-sided massacre scene.

Also a corpse puppet.

It's not a little bit different.

Damao holds a broken blade in her hand, and there is always only one action.

Chop up and down, chop firewood...

Ermao has a pair of scissors in his hand, and there will always be only one move.

Pull it open and close it, cut flowers and cut flowers...

The difference between smart creatures and non-intelligent creatures.

It depends on the use of tools.

When Damao, who is also a corpse puppet, Ermao has already learned to use tools to "splite firewood" and "cut flowers".

If Liangmao could speak, he would definitely point at the corpse puppet in Wuliyuan and say, "All of the people here are counted as one, and they are all garbage."
Chapter completed!