Twenty people disappeared, life and death were unpredictable, and they didn't even know what they were coming. For a moment, there seemed to be a black cloud above the head of the team, which made everyone feel so depressed that they couldn't breathe.

"Supermaster, no, he..." A Dongchang man pointed at a wounded man, took several steps back in horror, and stuttered.

He walked forward quickly and saw the wounded on the ground, with dark and green faces on his face and green water flowing out of the corners of his mouth. His whole body was twitching constantly, and a pungent smell emanated from him.

"What poison? It's so powerful." Duan Ershi swallowed and looked at the people on the ground in horror. He was afraid that the green water would contaminate him, so everyone covered their noses and dared not move forward.

Worrying as last time, there was a strangeness in it. Fang Ziyi signaled everyone to stay behind and be careful to step forward. Even if he was not invaded by all poisons, he still secretly used his skills to prevent accidents.

After checking, the house easily found that the wound on this person's body was just a scratch on his arm, which was not fatal at all. However, the wound was already ulcerated at this moment, and it looked extremely nauseous and disgusting.

Fang Ziyi shook his head, knowing that the man was beyond help. When he got up, a stone in his hand rushed straight to the man's eyebrows, leaving a blood hole on the man's head, and the last little breath disappeared without a trace.

"Let's set fire!"

The sun has risen now, but the soldiers all lowered their heads and looked listless. Thinking about the situation last night, everyone was scared.

"Young Master, what should I do? Do you still have to hurry up today?"

It is no longer an urgent task to hurry on the road. How to deal with the current crisis is the top priority, and it is meaningless to leave again. Fang Ziyi immediately said, "Forget it, rest on the spot. Let's discuss how to deal with the ugly moment tonight?"

The soldiers were busy cleaning up the mess, and Fang Ziyi and others sat around, and were relatively silent. They didn't even know the enemy, let alone talk about countermeasures.

Seeing that everyone was not talking, Fang Ziyi thought about it and said in a deep voice: "Everyone saw the situation last night. The monster was not only very strong, but also hard, hard to penetrate, and could make holes. It was extremely fast and difficult to deal with. Everyone was talking about what to do, right?"

Mr. Duan Er was the most unhappy and said first: "Young Master, you said that thing is not really a ghost, right?"

"Ghost? If it is true, I am afraid that I have become the dead soul on this mountain now. I am just pretending to be a god. No matter what, it must have its weaknesses. Think carefully about it, how should I deal with it?"

Everyone clicked and agreed with the House Yishu.

Meng Long has always been calm in his behavior, and the four brothers are more independent. After pondering for a while, he said, "No matter what, we cannot sit and wait for death. We have already put life and death aside. Why are we scared by something we don't know? Will it lose our reputation if it spreads out? This monster is strange, and I haven't seen it clearly. Think about it carefully, I have a way to take a risk now."

After hearing what Meng Long said, no one expressed his opinion, but he was a dead horse and acted in this way. It seemed like a torture all day long. Every time the sun sets a little, everyone would feel nervous.

The more this happens, the faster time passes. Before I realize that the sun has set down on the hills, and darkness comes again. At this moment, a large amount of firewood has accumulated around me. After it is lit, the fire light shines, and the darkness is driven away. In the middle of the bonfire, my skin is sore that it hurts. Some people's hair has begun to curl, but no one has noticed these things in front of death. Everyone is cheering up and staring at the surroundings with caution.

When the ugly hour came, the surroundings became quieter, and even the rapid heartbeat could be heard clearly. In a trance, a rapid north wind rose, and the flames drifted to one place, and everyone looked around in horror.

Suddenly, a black shadow seemed to fall from the sky and condense into a physical body. The north wind stopped at this moment. Tang Chong slowly raised his head under the moonlit night, and the corpse slave had a chain circle around his neck, and the long iron chain was pulled in Tang Chong's hand.

Everyone held the hilt of the knife in their hands and slowly took a few steps back. Fang Ziyi took a step forward, his pupils shrank, and he said, "It turns out that it's you. Why are you still worried about where to look for you? I didn't expect you to come here by yourself."

When Fangziyi was talking, everyone began to slowly separate, ten people gathered together, and at the same time lit the torch in their hands. In Tang Chong's eyes, the people in their eyes had become dead bodies. They were too lazy to speak too much, and their figure swayed and attacked Fangziyi.

The moment Tang Chong took action, the corpse slave's huge body rushed towards the crowd. Youying suffered a loss last time, but not only did not have any timidity at this moment, but instead rushed towards the corpse slave.

A little bit in front of him rushed towards him. The corpse slave roared and slapped Youying's snow-white body. When the corpse slave bent down, Youying jumped and avoided the blow, and bit the back of the corpse slave's neck.

The shadow bit her and didn't enter at all. Her paws grabbed a white seal, and was suddenly swung by the corpse slave, and her body was thrown to the ground. The corpse slave ignored the shadow and rushed into the crowd with a roar.

After a fight, Fangziyi knew that Tang Chong was far faster than he could. However, Fangziyi's "Yi Xuan Jing" has achieved something, and he suddenly waved a knife forward based on his feelings.

Tang Chong had a hint of horror in his eyes. He originally concluded that Fang Ziyi would attack backwards, so when he took action, he pretended to attack Fang Ziyi's back, and at the critical moment, he suddenly slapped Fang Ziyi's chest.

However, Tang Chong was not an ordinary mediocre man. Tian Zui stepped down his nose, and the sword light blocked him under his poisonous hand. After a blow to the house, he suddenly disappeared.

Tang Chong avoided the house Yi's attack and appeared behind a soldier. The soldier died under his poisonous hands without any notice. Tang Chong shrank his black robe and hid behind the dead.

"It's so dangerous. I didn't expect that his sword skills would improve so quickly. Fortunately, I came prepared, otherwise I would have returned without success today." The corpse slave hid behind and waited for an opportunity to move.

On the other side, the corpse slave seemed to be a crazy bull rushing into the crowd. Everyone was frightened and had already forgotten their previous plan. When they realized that they had already been swept away.

A soldier holding a torch was hit to the ground. He was about to get up and his body was trampled by a corpse slave, and his chest was deeply trapped in. In an instant, ten people were dead, and the rest were also scattered and forgot to resist.

In the blink of an eye, a ten-person formation had been broken and meaningless. The corpse slave grabbed a soldier with both hands and bit the man's throat.

Although the other soldiers' formations were complete, everyone's face was pale at this moment, their internal organs rolled, and their legs were trembling. Seeing that the situation was not good, everyone knew that if this continued, there would be no hope of survival.

Meng Long and others looked at each other and understood each other's plans. If they did not join forces to stop this monster and let him go, everyone would probably lose confidence in resisting.
Chapter completed!