That place is now shrouded in darkness, and there are copper coins and banknotes everywhere.

And there are hairs like waterweed everywhere.

Those hairs fluttered in the wind, as if they were spreading, and at the same time, you could see that the place was full of large tombs.

The tomb is filled with black fog and ghostly figures.

Ye Shuangshuang and others frowned.

"Yang Shi?"

"good."

Zhang Heng also frowned.

Not just one yang, but many.

The hair covered the whole grave with claws and teeth, and copper coins and banknotes were flying on the grave.

And it can be seen that many experts are besieging one of them, Yang Shi, but they were turned into black mist as soon as they made contact.

There was no chance to fight back at all.

But at this moment, a Taoist wearing a Taoist robe and holding a floating dust stepped in.

As soon as the floating dust was shaken, one of the Yangshi exploded.
Chapter completed!