Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

Screams and noises.

The original silence outside the house was suddenly broken.

Even across the high-walled compound, the four old foreigners could imagine what was happening.

When they arrived, they noticed that there were several qi machines hidden in the darkness.

That was the spy from the two major thunder altars.

Just to keep an eye on Basu.

To prevent him from taking advantage of troubled waters.

However, I'm afraid even they didn't expect that Basu would be so ruthless and kill people without any scruples.

It didn't take a moment.

The screams suddenly stopped.

"Okay, those annoying flies are finally gone."

Basu smiled grimly.

His expression was indifferent and his tone was as cold as ice.

It seemed like I really just swatted a few annoying flies to death.

Hearing this, several people couldn't help but feel chills all over their bodies.

None of them had their hands stained with the blood of several human lives.

But there is no one like Basu who regards human life as nothing, and can say that killing is so light and casual.

"Senior...what a good idea!"

It was the old foreigner who reacted first, twitching his lips and forcing a smile on his face.

"Let's go, time is running out."

"If that kid leaves the city with the ancient talisman, it will be extremely difficult to find him."

Basu didn't pay attention to the strange expressions on several people's faces.

What he cultivated was bloodthirsty Gu.

Kill to prove the Tao, eat blood to nourish the poison.

What do a few ants mean?

In order to raise his natal Gu, he slaughtered everything from top to bottom of the mountain gate. Dozens of human lives were taken as a guide, and blood flowed into rivers before he successfully raised the bloodthirsty Gu.

Those eyeliners outside.

Basu knew it from the moment he appeared.

Just too lazy to pay attention to it.

If he had been smart enough to leave first, he might have been able to save his life, but if he worked for those two old guys Hu Man Gong and Jin Zhen Mu, he couldn't be blamed for being ruthless.

"it is good."

"Senior, please lead the way."

The old foreigner took a deep breath and did not dare to think nonsense again.

"Then you guys should follow closely!"

Throw down a sentence.

Basu put away his bone flute and stepped forward. In an instant, his black robes swayed, as if he was blending into the darkness bit by bit.

"go!"

"Follow up."

A pair of night eyes glanced over.

If it weren't for that weak energy fluctuation.

Not to mention ordinary people, even Yang Fang himself probably wouldn't be able to find traces of him.

Seeing this situation, he frowned and urged in a low voice.

He had almost never heard of such a method of concealing his presence. He was simply a born assassin. It was no wonder that Basu alone was able to force Hu Zhai and Jin Zhai to pinch their noses and admit defeat.

After all, no one wants to have their head removed while still dreaming in the middle of the night.

Not to mention, Basu also has a terrifying evil art of raising gu.

If it hadn't been for the old foreigner's quick reaction and the inexplicable gourd that temporarily frightened the insect tide, they would have turned into a pile of withered bones by now.

Where to use him to remind.

The old foreigner is also a veteran of the world, and he has long noticed something strange about Basu.

The four sects and eight sects of those who seek gold and steal bones almost all have their own methods of concentrating their breath.

But someone like Basu is so amazing.

It was his first time seeing it.

As soon as Yang Fang finished speaking, he rushed out quickly, running like flying, and caught up with Basu's figure.

His eyes were fixed on the black robe on his body.

At this moment, it seemed like a living thing.

Floating back and forth in the night, but not making any sound.

Wait for them to open the door and leave the house.

The night wind howled.

It is now late autumn and winter.

It's freezing cold.

But a few people didn't care about the cold air, and just looked around in the distance with solemn expressions.

Although Chenzhou has always had a curfew tradition, and residents in the city would lock their doors tightly at night, it was less than an hour into the night and the moon had not yet risen.

Beyond the sky in the far distance, there is still a boundary between black and cyan.

It stands to reason.

There should always be pedestrians in twos and threes at this point.

But as far as the eye can see at this moment, the streets and alleys are extremely quiet.

Not even the chirping of insects or birds, nor the shadow of wild cats or dogs could be seen.

Especially the faint blood mixed in the night wind made the faces of the group even more ugly.

Very bloody.

The old foreigner breathed out and suppressed the discomfort.

Since he was ten years old, he has followed his senior brothers around the world and fought countless battles.

I have seen more dead bodies and bones than ordinary people have walked on bridges.

But at this moment... the fishy smell was getting stronger and thicker, as if a pair of invisible hands were strangling his throat, making it suffocating and difficult to breathe.

He couldn't imagine it anymore.

That short moment just now.

How many people died.

Even if he was like this, the two guys leading the way would be even more intolerable.

Keep breathing and exhaling.

Trying to suppress the turmoil in his stomach.

Although Yang Fang seemed ordinary, one could tell from his straightened shoulders that he must be feeling extremely uncomfortable at this moment.

only……

When the old foreigner glanced at the black-robed figure not far in front of him from the corner of his eye.

But there was an indescribable chill.

I saw Basu spreading his arms, his eyes closed tightly, and his face was full of intoxication.

It seemed that the smell of blood, instead of making him uncomfortable, made him extremely happy.

"It's time to come back..."

Take a few deep breaths.

Basu then opened his eyes and looked at a certain place in the night with a pair of dark eyes, seeming to be talking to himself.

But when the old foreigners heard this, they subconsciously took half a step back.

really.

Almost at the moment his murmur fell.

Suddenly there was a crashing sound in the darkness that was still as silent as death.

Like a kettle on the firepit.

The sound of water boiling.

Soon, one after another, strange-looking bugs came out of the dark night, and countless ink appeared on the bluestone-paved streets, which was so sticky that it was almost impossible to dissolve it.

Even if you have seen it before.

But seeing each other again, several people still couldn't hide their shock.

What's even more terrifying is that this time the insect wave did not return to the courtyard as expected, but quickly climbed up along Basu's clothes.

Gradually... it merged with the black robe.

One of them was covered in blood and had a pair of tentacles growing out of his head. He was somewhat similar to a longhorned beetle, but his body was covered in slimy and limp monster insects. Instead of hiding under his robe, they crawled along his arms and onto his shoulders.

"Not bad."

"With these blood foods, I feel much better."

Basu stretched out his hand and gently touched its tentacles.