"It's getting late, everyone should take a break quickly and get up early tomorrow to rush."

So Jiang Hao and his group went back to their tents to sleep, leaving Ali and his two subordinates to watch out for the night and exchanged sleep with each other.

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and it was pitch black around. The wind was strong at night, whistling the leaves behind the trees, and the bonfire in the yard was burning, and there were crackling flames.

But today everyone walked a mountain road for a day, and the sleepiness came. Without thinking so much, they fell asleep.

I don’t know how long it took, Jiang Hao, who was sleeping in the tent, suddenly heard the sound of "dong...dong..." playing drums coming from outside, just like the joyful sound of gongs and drums when getting married in ancient times.

Jiang Hao was awakened by the noise and sat up. In the middle of the night, he heard the sound of gongs and drums coming from outside, and there was an indescribable weirdness.

So he immediately opened the tent and walked out. A gust of cold wind blew, making Jiang Hao's whole body feel so whizzy. He couldn't help but shudder, but suddenly he found something was wrong around him and didn't see Ali and the others watching the night, and they didn't know where they were going.

But the strange sound of gongs and drums was getting closer and closer. The curious Jiang Hao couldn't help but walk to the door of the broken yard. It was pitch black and there were waves of white mist floating. Then he saw a team wearing white clothes and acting strangely from the entrance of the village, which was slowly walking over, which made Jiang Hao's expression stunned.

The white clothes, with no foot roots on the ground, were light and fluttering, as if they were little ghosts floating out of the underworld, each with pale faces and expressionless, just like they were performed in a movie, looking cautious.

"Am I dreaming?"

Seeing such a strange scene, Jiang Hao was completely confused.

He knew that there was something in this world that was hard to explain. Although he had encountered those evil evil before, the scene in front of him was still so arranged, just like the scene of a little ghost getting married.

As the team got closer, there was only a big horse riding a paper-slurry horse, wearing a white coat, a big white flower on his chest, and a groom hat. His pale and expressionless face. When Jiang Hao saw it, he was stunned and couldn't believe it: "Old Miao?"

This made Jiang Hao shook all over and wide his eyes. Then he saw eight little ghosts carrying sedan chairs behind him, and there was a woman in white clothes sitting upright. Isn’t it the weird-looking woman Shen Yunwei?

"Old Miao married a strange hero?"

Jiang Hao glared and shook his head and laughed: "It seems that I'm really dreaming..."

"kill…"

But the next moment, Miao Zhuoqi, who was riding a paper-smashed horse, looked ferocious and pulled out a big knife to kill Jiang Hao. He was so scared that he glared at him and shouted: "What are you doing, Lao Miao? Stop it quickly..."

"Take your life..."

Miao Zhuoqi, with a pale and weird face, waved the sword in his hand and slashed at Jiang Hao. Jiang Hao jumped over and avoided the knife. Miao Zhuoqi grabbed the paper-paste horse and made a horse's neighing sound, turning around and killing him.

Jiang Hao raised his eyebrows and stared at him. He was completely confused now and thought he was dreaming. Otherwise, how could this scene be explained?

Shen Yunwei, who was sitting in the sedan chair, also flew over, and a long sword appeared in her hand. Jiang Hao stabbed him without hesitation. He immediately turned around and dodged the sword. But then, Miao Zhuoqi rode a paper-paste horse and rushed up from behind, slashed Jiang Hao's back with one knife, and threw it out with a plop.

"Hiss, pain..."

The back felt cold, and the pain immediately stimulated Jiang Hao's nerves. In an instant, he widened his eyes, looked at Miao Zhuoqi and Shen Yunwei who were not like humans in front of him, and shouted: "Isn't this a dream?"

Immediately afterwards, I saw Molina, He Wei, Cheng Lin, Ali and the others, as well as Fatty Wu, Chen Bingqiang, appearing expressionlessly, and surrounding Jiang Hao. They all turned pale and expressionless, and they didn't look like humans at all, but were possessed by evil evil, which made Jiang Hao frown. I wonder why they became like this. Novel 117

"Damn it, why can't you be lucky?"

Jiang Hao found that he could not activate the energy of the Dantian, and Miao Zhuoqi, Chen Yunwei, Morina and others were pushing him forward, which made Jiang Hao anxious and didn't think about what was going on. Miao Zhuoqi rode a paper-stuffed horse and slashed it with a long knife.

Jiang Hao endured the pain behind his back, turned around and climbed over the wall and ran into the yard. But in an instant, a scene suddenly changed in front of him. He only saw an old man wearing a white long gown with a short hair and a friendly face. Jiang Hao was stunned and could not believe it: "Grandpa..."

"Xiaojiang."

The old man smiled gently, Jiang Hao stared blankly, the grandfather who was familiar and could not be more familiar, said, "Is this true?"

"Haha, grandpa is not dead yet, come and see it for grandpa."

The old man opened his hands and smiled peacefully. Jiang Hao looked mute and walked forward involuntarily. But suddenly the old man's face changed suddenly, and he smiled ferociously, turning into a crazy laugh of Huang Daowu: "Jiang Hao, take your life..."

Jiang Hao's expression changed drastically. He was knocked out by Huang Dao May Day, and he fell to the ground hard, spitting out blood.

"Dong!"

Suddenly, a clear drum sound of everyone shook his ears, Jiang Hao's spirit was shaking, and the picture in front of him changed instantly, and the familiar dilapidated yard, while Miao Zhuoqi, Chen Yunwei, Morina, Cheng Lin, He Weijian, and Fatty Wu seemed to lose their minds and were fighting madly there. This scene made Jiang Hao stunned and his eyes were round.

"You actually woke up."

A middle-aged man in a red robe looked at Jiang Hao who had recovered from his sanity in front of him in surprise, and was slightly surprised.

"Psychedelic smoke!"

Seeing this middle-aged man with a strange face, Jiang Hao smelled the smell of smoke spreading in the air and immediately knew that this was a psychedelic smoke that could make people lose their minds. It would make people fall into their own illusion and make it difficult to wake up.

So, everything Jiang Hao saw just now was just the fantasy he had caused by the psychedelic smoke, but the knife wound on his back.

The high-five just now was true, because in addition to the middle-aged man, there are six young men and women, who were the ones who were previously thought to be young hikers.

"Is it the psychedelic smoke you put on us?"

Jiang Hao, who finally understood what was going on, stood up with his injured left shoulder, looked at the middle-aged man in a red robe in front of him, and said, "Are you from Wandu Sect?"

"Haha, it seems you know our Wanpo Sect."

Du Yezi smiled sinisterly on his face, looked at Jiang Hao with contempt, pointed at Miao Zhuoqi and others who were still in the yard and were still in his own hallucinations, and the two guarantees had already been killed and lying on the ground.

"So, you came again for the Three Emperors token." Jiang Hao narrowed his eyes, it seemed that they had already set their sights on him.

"Boy, you have been hit by my psychedelic smoke now and you can't get enough energy at all. So, if you don't want to die, just hand over the Three Emperors token." Du Yezi said with a silence.

Jiang Hao asked curiously: "You Wanpo Poison Sect are experts in using poison. Why don't you just click and poison us directly to get the Three Emperors token?"

Du Yezi glanced at him, and said without hiding it, "The Mo family in Kyoto is not easy to mess with."
Chapter completed!