Chen Chong smiled slightly and rode his horse forward.

Then there were only two horse sounds behind him.

Yan Chixia and the fat man's war horse were both afraid that the earthlings stood up, and their front hooves soared into the air, and they would not move forward even if they were killed.

The two had no choice but to dismount.

The two horses fled back in fear.

It sounds strange, but the dark clouds under Chen Chong's crotch were stomping on the snow, but it seemed that he was not aware of it, just sniffing.

"This horse is extraordinary." The fat man said enviously.

Chen Chong smiled and dismounted and walked.

The four of them gradually walked into the dense forest.

A stream of mist gradually rose.

The four of them walked farther and farther away, the fog became thicker and they could not see their five fingers.

"Everyone hold on, don't get separated!" Chen Chong shouted.

But around him, there was only one Nie Xiaoqian, Fatty and Yan Chixia, who were gone!

Just now, there were only a few steps apart, but it disappeared in the fog incredibly strangely.

Chen Chong and Nie Xiaoqian looked at each other.

"You quickly enter the scroll," Chen Chong shouted: "There is something wrong with this fog."

Nie Xiaoqian turned into a stream of light and entered the world in the painting. The time passed slowly there, which was just used to practice the command tablet of the mountain god.

Once the sacrificial tablets are completed, not only will the magical powers such as [Mountain Movement and Powerful Strike] used by Lin Zhi, Nie Xiaoqian can use them at will, but she also has the hope of breaking through the strength of the ghost immortal's three revolutions in one fell swoop and entering the realm of the human immortal's first revolution.

If you meet someone from the underworld, you will be more confident.

Chen Chong properly packed Nie Xiaoqian's painting, walked forward, and looked for Fatty and Yan Chixia.

The familiar voice sounded in Chen Chong's mind.

"You have completed the [Escape] mission and are about to leave the world of Stories from a Chinese Studio."

"Are you sure you want to leave this world? Enter the Living Dead World?"

"Once you enter, once you are in, you cannot return to the Stories from a Chinese Studio."

"Confirm!" Chen Chong took another step forward.

"You have confirmed that you have left the Liaozhai school."

"You have completed three stages of [Guard], [Entering Painting] and [Escape]."

"You will receive three free five elements and 500 soul points as rewards."

"It's indeed much richer than before." Seeing the three golden free five elements and 500 soul values ​​accounted for, Chen Chong smiled slightly.

"Congratulations, you have completed the mission of the World of Stories from a Chinese Studio and returned to the Realm of the Living Dead."

"The Living Dead Realm is a place where the three realms meet, and it does not belong to the heavenly court, and the earth and the underworld. This place is vast and vast, mixed with fish and dragons, and there are many prehistoric beasts and alien soul beasts, which are very dangerous. Please be careful. It is recommended to walk to the God Tomb Valley. There will be no prompts in the future." The voice disappeared.

"Gao of Gods?"

Chen Chong took a deep breath and walked over resolutely.

The fog in front was even deeper, like a whirlpool channel, tearing Chen Chong at all times.

In an indescribable sense of hazyness, Chen Chong seemed to have passed through the passage of life and death. He could clearly feel it, but he could not move, could not say it, could not imagine, this feeling would drive him crazy. I don’t know how long it had passed. Chen Chong’s eyes lit up and finally came out of the vortex passage. With a bang, he had already fallen down fiercely!

The dark clouds and snow also fell down.

Is it empty below?

He fell to the ground hard and turned dizzy for a long time.

Dark clouds stood up gently, walked to him, licking his face gently.

Chen Chong bounced from the ground with a bounce, and just a few meters above him, the entrance of the black hole vortex had become smaller and smaller. Before he could react, the entire black hole vortex had completely disappeared!

The world of Stories from a Chinese Studio is separated from him.

Chen Chong only felt that his body was extremely painful. This pain was different from the previous pain of being torn apart by the body, but a continuous pain of soul tearing, which made him anxious. It seemed that it was his first time entering the realm of the living dead, and his body was a little uncomfortable.

It was not until this time that he slowly looked around and saw clearly what was in front of him.

This is a barren plain, with no green grass on the entire plain, the ground is dark red, and there are cracked rocks and mud everywhere. From the far side where he stood, this barren plain extends from nowhere.

Chen Chong looked up at the sky again. The whole sky was a dark color. I don’t know how thick the hazy clouds were, so I couldn’t see the sun through the sky. He even suspected that there was no sun in this world. The scene around him was really like hell. In that dark place, will there be a sun in such a place?

"What is this place?" Chen Chong murmured at the surrounding barren plains.

There were a sound of moaning sounding beside me.

Chen Chong turned around and saw that he was not alone, and he came here.

Around him, hundreds of people were left behind, lying there moaning constantly.

Among them, there are fat people!

Yan Chixia disappeared.

These hundreds of people seemed to have walked out of the foggy passage and fell down.

In other words, these people are all trialists!

Chen Chong led the dark clouds and walked quickly to the fat man. When the fat man saw him, he grabbed him and said in fear: "Is this the realm of the living dead? It's really his grandmother's evil. I was clearly behind you just now, but you disappeared in the blink of an eye."

"Where is Yan Chixia?"

"I don't know," the fat man smiled bitterly, "We can't leave Lao Yan behind."

The two of them were a little confused and glanced at the crowd and around them. There were no traces of Yan Chixia everywhere.

Hundreds of people got up one after another and looked at each other.

“Where is this place?”

"Is this the underworld or hell?"

"Pain, just escaped from the Stories from a Chinese Studio, and I saw a ghost again?"

"I escaped from the Midnight Bell World."

"Silent Hill, is it?"

"Leap into the madhouse!"

All kinds of complaints are endless, all kinds of incredible.

Chen Chong's eyes turned cold.

Sure enough, these people are all trialists who complete tasks from various worlds.

They seemed to know nothing about the living dead world.

Chen Chong was not surprised that the Ghost Grandma and Sun Wukong were not something that everyone could encounter. The tasks of each trialist were even more different.

But why is this world so desolate?

Chen Chong felt extremely strange, and he also had a vague premonition.

Since I came to this world of the Living Dead, that premonition has become increasingly obvious.

He activated the qi-seeking technique that had been upgraded to the third-level magical power and looked around him.

The fat man was still looking around and shouting Yan Chixia's name.

Chen Chong's face changed drastically, he suddenly pulled the fat man and shouted: "It's dangerous! Let's go!"

The fat man followed Chen Chong's gaze and saw that there were more than a dozen black dots appearing in the far away, and the black dots were approaching everyone at an extremely fast speed!

While running, a rolled soil layer appeared behind the black dots, which shows how fast the movement of these dozen black dots is!

Thanks to Chen Chong's proficiency in the art of looking at Qi, as soon as he discovered the dozen or so black dots, he immediately focused all his attention on that side and devoted all his attention.
Chapter completed!