After a long time, Fatty Gao finally said: "Brother, are you really the descendant of Zhan Wu?"

"That's right!" Xie Bangui said: "Gou Wuyou is indeed a descendant of the Wumen. There is no doubt about this. However, his father's origin is very intriguing, so let's not talk about it."

Yu Xian said: "Brother Xie, we have passed four places marked by the five skull locks, and the last one should not be too far from the Rebel Wu Village. Do you think it is what Wu Huan meant?

level?”

"It should be." Xie Bangui said: "However, there is still something I can't figure out now. Since the fifth lock marks a checkpoint, where should Wu Shuangfeng's tomb be? Is it in this village?"

"Is it possible?" Fatty Gao muttered, "Maybe he has been eaten by a living corpse. Not even his butt hairs are left."

Xie Bangui closed his eyes and said, "So, we still have to wait. I'll take a nap first to regain my energy and wait for the evening show."

Not long after, snoring came from Xie Bangui's nose. But the tall and fat guys couldn't calm down. Most of them were licking blood from the edge of their knives. They were used to seeing people living and dying. However, they fought desperately and sat down.

It's two different things to come down and wait for death. The difference between life and death in a fight is

For a moment, people don’t even have time to reflect where it hurts. But waiting for death is different. All the past events will flash in people’s minds one after another, and many reluctances and regrets will suddenly come to mind.

It makes people extremely afraid of death.

Fatty Gao and the others were tortured to death by this fear. They tried to rush out of the Witch Rebellion Village and escape from Guimen Gorge countless times. However, Xie Bangui did not move, and they seemed to be dependent on him. They regarded Xie Bangui as their last resort.

Hope, to suppress the fear in your heart.

Finally, the sky darkened, and lights were lit one after another on the other side of the river. Where Xie Bangui was, it was still pitch black. Fatty Gao's heart also sank, and he reached out to grab the Sky-Shaking Hammer and said, "Shout

Wake up, brother, and prepare to fight hard!"

Xie Bangui rubbed his eyes and said, "Desperately? It's not the time yet."

"It's not time yet!" Fatty Gao almost jumped up: "A living person doesn't need to light a lamp at night? We must have entered a village of the dead."

Before Xie Bangui could say anything, someone outside the door said, "Everyone, how are you having a rest? My parents are inviting all of you distinguished guests to a banquet."

Several people looked at the door at the same time. The door of the hut opened automatically, but standing at the door was a terrifying ghost from the underworld, with eyes like blood, white clothes fluttering, and long hair flying in the wind.

A pale road stretched endlessly under his feet but was looming, as if it were the traces he left when he walked over.

The ghost turned around and said: "Everyone, follow my footsteps and don't go wrong. Otherwise, I will not be responsible for any consequences that may occur."

The ghost didn't wait for their answer, and walked out quickly. Before he took a step, he would leave a bloody footprint on the road. The blood spots splashing along the edge of the footprint looked extremely clear in the moonlight, and

Very easy to identify.

Xie Bangui stepped on the footprints and followed him as if nothing had happened. As soon as Zhao Jindao stepped on the footprints, he felt a numb feeling from the soles of his feet to his forehead, as if a claw stretched out from the bloody footprints and penetrated through the soles of his shoes.

He scratched the soles of his feet twice.

Zhao Jindao's legs suddenly became weak and he dared not go any further: "Zhao Sen, my legs are a little numb. Please help me."

Zhao Sen said, "Master, let me carry you!"

"No matter how good!" Zhao Jindao climbed to Zhao Sen's back honestly, and he was carrying the team at the end of the team.

After a few steps, Zhao Jindao suddenly found that there was a row of footprints on the ground. In addition, there were only eight people with ghosts. He was on the back of Zhao Sen himself. There should only be seven rows of footprints on the ground.

Is it eight doubles?

And the footprints that seem to be smaller followed by Zhao Sen. Every time Zhao Sen took a step, it followed a few times. There were several times, and it almost met Zhao Sen's heel.

Zhao Jindao trembled: "There is something to follow us."
Chapter completed!