too affectionate

Chapter 951
On Gao Gang, everyone was in panic, not knowing what happened, they were all waiting for Feng Zun to make up his mind.

Then, for the first time in their lives, they saw Feng Naifu, the longest-sleeved and good at dancing, and were stunned in place.

On his face, there was the same panic and dullness as theirs.

At this moment, the only thing Feng Naifu hears is the words she left behind with a smile.

"Be careful, don't play off."

There is no land in the northwest, the violent storm is still raging, and the people trapped in it are still struggling.

However, even though they have fallen into such a hopeless situation, the feeling of uneasiness in the hearts of the people in the sandstorm is still like an epidemic, spreading rapidly among the people, once encountered, it will quickly penetrate deeper and deeper in their hearts.

It was as if he knew that this desperate situation could be even worse.

In fear, everyone looked around subconsciously, wanting to see the normal color on other people's faces, confirming what they thought was just an illusion.

However, as far as their eyes could see, all the faces were like looking in a mirror. Everyone's eyes widened in fear, like a frightened bird.

In the early spring of No Man's Land, although it is not warm yet, the temperature has returned to some extent.

But at this moment, everyone in the uninhabited land still has a thin layer of sweat floating on their skin.But in his heart, there is already a bone-biting chill.

At this time, someone was standing against the wind and sand, but still couldn't help whispering to the person beside him:

"No... it won't be that we attacked the Hall of Undead and angered the spirit of the Poison Venerable, and the Poison Venerable came to take revenge, right?"

The person who heard this suddenly felt colder, but still said angrily:

"What crazy words are you talking about! The last Poison Master, Xuan Wanyan, has been dead for more than a hundred days. I'm afraid the soul will be scattered after falling into ghosts!"

Another person whispered: "But what if she becomes an evil spirit and rushes out..."

Here are some more rebuttals:
"Don't talk such nonsense! Where do you think the animal road is? If you go down, you will lose your flesh and blood, and if you go up, you will lose your soul!
No evil spirit can crawl out of the animal way! "

"Moreover, evil spirits can't see the light, not to mention the sun, even if they are illuminated by the moonlight, they will suffer like wearing a raging fire until their souls fly away.

No matter how dark the world is, there is no place without light.

Even if the evil spirit climbs up, it will have nowhere to hide in the light of the world! "

Everyone's voice is vicious.

It seems that as long as you are ruthless enough, you can dispel the fear in your heart.

However, at this moment, a few loud noises interrupted everyone's speculation.

Boom—boom—boom boom.

Boom—boom—boom boom.

When one sound falls, countless sounds resound; after the sound falls, one sound rises again.

The source of this sound sounds thousands of miles away.But when the last lingering sound fell, it had already reached people's ears.

That is, the sound of the death knell, deep and muffled, so heavy that the heart of anyone who hears it will be smashed into a ball in an instant.

After the death knell came long, sharp cries.

"The ghost master exits - the living beings avoid - the ghost master exits - the living beings avoid -"

This sound, ethereal and strange, piercing through the sky with a bit of heart-piercing shrillness.

After drinking for a long time, I heard countless voices coming and going.

"Happy to hell!" "Happy to hell!" "Happy to hell!"

Among the overwhelming voices, there are men and women, old and young, anger, neighing, cheering, laughter, and crying.

All kinds of sounds are mixed together, and the random collisions are all weird.

It was clear that it was not a human voice.

In this situation, who would dare to move and still move when talking about avoiding it.

Speaking of joy, who is not in extreme fear, trembling heart and soul.

In the eyes of the eyes that were so frightened that the pupils split, the golden copper paper money that covered the sky was reflected in the yellow sand all over the sky, like fireworks blooming in the sky, and it instantly filled the sky.

The raging sandstorm is enough to roll people into the sky, but the light paper money can float leisurely and fall safely.

One piece by one, it is eloquent and golden, and it actually gives birth to a somewhat terrifying aesthetic feeling.

Like golden paper money, it is the snow that should fall in the desert.

When snow falls in the desert, it is a day when humans and ghosts join in the grand event.

For a while, the people who were still struggling in the wind and sand stopped struggling.

Because from a distance, there are only sandstorms and paper money in the empty desert, but everyone can feel that the place where there is no one is already full of people.

At this moment, a faint blue light tore a small opening in the boundless darkness, it was faint and distant, like a firefly, almost invisible in the sandstorm.

But soon, one firefly after another lighted up, thousands of fireflies lit up, and finally formed two endless light paths.

Guided by the light path, people finally saw that in the center of the light path was a dark cloud, approaching rapidly.

The firefly at the front is still far away in the sky before blinking, but it is already in sight after blinking.

It wasn't until the eyes that people discovered that this light was not fireflies, nor light, but fire.

No one has seen the fire before, but everyone has heard the legends about it.

Ghosts are invisible in the human world and cannot be seen with the naked eye.

Only the will-o'-the-wisp illuminates the ghost's way of death, which is also the way back.

According to the rules of ghosts and creatures, the one who handles the ghost fire is a headless ghost.

Therefore, in the eyes of the world, you can see headless people lined up in two neat rows, holding lanterns made of human bones, like wandering spirits, walking stiffly, and their movements are exactly the same.

Their pace is slow, but their approach is fast.

On the dots of will-o'-the-wisps, there are severed mouths against the background.

The will-o'-the-wisps were still in place one by one, so the dark clouds were also half-dark.

The bright places illuminated by the will-o'-the-wisps are ghost faces.

Because the method of death is different, the appearance of the ghost is also different.Some limbs were missing, or their stomachs were disemboweled, or their tongues were sticking out, or their faces were covered with blood, or the corners of their mouths were cracked from laughter, or they were miserable and panicked...

Regardless of appearance, looking around, every face is worthy of the word "ghost".

The only thing they have in common is that they both hold an umbrella.

And the dark place where the will-o'-the-wisps can't shine is empty.

In the alternation of light and dark, there are ghosts and shadows.

This is the human world, but when the ghost climbs up, everyone feels suffocated, and feels fear and fear in the domain that should belong to them.

This kind of fright and fear reached an unbreakable peak when the will-o'-the-wisp illuminated a ghost face.

At that time, the headless man, who was walking straight, suddenly stopped, then turned to both sides, and continued to walk straight forward.

And the ghosts walking in front also scattered to both sides, revealing the chariot carried by 64 ghosts in the middle of the dark clouds.

On that chariot, there was a man in a red dress like fire, with scattered black hair like a waterfall, leaning with an umbrella, smiling.

(End of this chapter)