unscrupulous male concubine

Chunjing's movements were fast, and these new tombstones were still recognizable, and there was no blurring phenomenon. He checked all the simple tombstones near him in one breath, and he frowned slightly. He really couldn't think of Mo Wei Zha would condescend to associate with such a person.

The tombstones here are very simple, they are just wooden planks found from somewhere temporarily, and the names of the deceased are randomly engraved on them.

"The people buried in Xishan are all poor ghosts, and they can't even enter the Yunliang Pavilion. I really don't know how Xiaozhe got involved with them!"

He remembered what Jiudieyun said.

"How did you find it?"

As soon as Chunjing turned her head, her pupils dilated suddenly, her heart trembled suddenly, and Jiudieyun, who had been closely following her all this time, disappeared at some point!

"Tch, didn't you scare him away!"

Chun Jing squinted her eyes and snorted softly, then sneered.

The wind swept through the dark clouds to cover the sparse and scattered starlight in the sky, and the wind passed through the trees and made a sharp whistle, like a whining ghost.

"Help! Jingchun!"

The hoarse voice was covered by the wind, Chunjing frowned slightly, turned her head and knocked in the distance, her eyes were black with ink, and she couldn't see anything.

Commonly known as, black under the lamp!

Jiudieyun lay on his back, the surroundings were pitch black, he couldn't see anything, and the breath he exhaled would hit his face.The hands folded on the abdomen are upward, and the fingers cannot be straightened, so they can touch the upper wall. The legs can only be bent and cannot be stretched. It is very painful to maintain such an uncomfortable posture.

According to Chunjing's instructions, he was inspecting the row of tombstones next to him tremblingly, but unexpectedly, his foot slipped and he was imprisoned in such a ghostly place!

The nasal cavity is filled with the smell of wet earth and rotten wood. The two substances undergo a fermentation reaction, presenting a disgusting smell, but they can't cover their nose with their hands, which doubles the pain.

"Jingchun! Help!" Jiudieyun coughed and shouted with difficulty, but the voice only echoed around him, and he frowned, damn it!It seemed that his own voice could not be heard at all.

Jingchun won't think that I'm afraid to run away!Jiudieyun gritted his teeth and thought angrily, wouldn't he be ashamed if that was the case!More importantly...if he left, how would he get out of here!

"Help! Help!" Jiudieyun slammed on the wooden board above his head with difficulty, trying to attract Chunjing's attention, "Cough, cough cough...Jing Chun!"

The air in the confined space was thinner and more and more stuffy, Jiudieyun's breath was weak, hot and cold, almost fainting, he bit his lips tightly, trying to keep himself awake.

In the strong wind, a faint cry came to Chunjing's ears. He froze for a moment. He paused to look at the tombstone. Holding the tombstone, he looked in the direction of the sound. There was something standing in the dark with teeth and claws. He frowned, and held up a lantern to take a picture. It was a red willow, blood-red, whether it was the trunk, the slender branches, or the slender leaves were all red, as if it drank blood. Demonstrating towards Chunjing with teeth and claws.

There was another low cry in the wind, Chun Jing's whole body trembled, and the cold wind blew, the hairs all over her body stood on end.

"Nine Folding Clouds!" Chun Jing held the lantern tightly and walked a few steps forward. Realizing that something was wrong, he looked into the darkness and shouted. The lantern shook violently in the wind and screamed strangely.

He frowned, grabbed the hanging ring on the lantern, made it shut up, and pricked up his ears to listen carefully. Only the sound of wind echoed in the air, and there was nothing else.

"Nine folded clouds!"

He held his breath and called out again.

He licked his lips that were dry due to nervousness, dropped the lantern in his hand, slowly closed his eyes, opened his arms, and felt everything in nature. The wind passed through his fingers, licking his skin lightly, and his hair flew wantonly , sensing the faint air currents around him as if he had a sense of touch.

Chun Jing pursed her lips and sighed lightly.

boom.

Suddenly, a low, weak muffled sound seemed to knock on his heart, making him tremble all over, and he opened his eyes suddenly to look at a tomb behind the red willow.

He frowned, a faint blue flame rose from the palm of his hand, and faint blue flames also danced on the red willow.Chunjing frowned and turned over the tombs blocking the way, and walked under the tree with her bone fan tightly in her hand, looking down at the tomb illuminated by the blue light. There was no tombstone in this tomb, only a red willow on the top of the tomb.

Chun Jing bent down and grabbed a handful of grave mound soil. The soil was loose and wet, and it was newly turned, as if something had just been buried. Chun Jing clapped her hands, and turned her head to look at the surrounding grave mounds. There are wild grasses and phosphorous fire floating, but this one is clean and strange.

"Nine Folding Clouds?" Chun Jing called out tentatively, staring at him and frowning.

The faint blue light pierced the darkness, and the turbid air poured into the nostrils, but it was as sweet as the water passing through the thirsty throat.

Jiudieyun's brows that were tightly knit because of the pain slowly loosened, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, opening a slit to see Chunjing's playful eyes.

"Hey, can you sleep in a place like this? Don't get up yet!"

Chunjing stood on the dug-up grave, shaking her fan and frowning at him.

Jiudieyun stretched his hands and feet, jumped up and hugged Chunjing.

"Hey you!"

Chunjing frowned and was about to push him away when she felt a warm wet feeling on her neck.

"Okay! What does a big man look like crying!" Chun Jing patted him on the back and comforted him, "Isn't it all right! Go aside."

The faint blue light of the fire illuminated the coffin, and Chunjing touched his nose and looked at the thin willow box less than an inch thick, which is the most inferior material in the coffin.Chunjing frowned, jumped into the coffin lightly, and squatted down to check the condition inside the coffin.

But there was nothing inside the coffin, not even bones, not even the smell of rotting flesh that should have been there, and there was no tissue structure left by rotting flesh in the woody fibers. To be precise, it had never been used.

But it has indeed been buried here for a long time, and it has been completely corrupted. With a light touch, it will get rotten sawdust. The lid of the coffin made a muffled sound of air in the urn.

"There's a name on it."

Suddenly, Jiudieyun's trembling voice came to his ears, Chunjing raised his eyebrows slightly, and turned to look at him.Jiudieyun stood under the red willow with its nose covered, the faint blue light reflected the red willow into a strange purple, and the corresponding purple light hitting Jiudieyun's pale face was particularly terrifying.

Jiudieyun pointed at the tree trunk and looked towards Chunjing.

Chunjing clapped her hands, and crawled out of the coffin supporting the turned-out soil, walked to Jiudieyun, and looked in the direction of his fingers.Chunjing stretched out her hand to push aside the luxuriant, hanging red willow, and wrote two words on the trunk covered by the red willow. Chunjing frowned tightly, and looked back at Jiudieyun, "It's Chuyang."

Jiudieyun's eyes widened suddenly, and he staggered back two steps, reaching out to grab Chunjing's clothes, barely supporting his precarious body, and clinging tightly to Chunjing's back.

"Jingchun, let's go back!"

Jiudieyun pulled Chunjing's clothes, looked at the surrounding tombs in a panic, and begged.

"How did you get in there just now?"

Chunjing turned her head to look at the opened tomb, and asked in a cold voice.

Jiudieyun really didn't want to recall the scene just now, the feeling of suffocation was like being tortured, he couldn't help shivering, gritted his teeth and said, "If my foot slipped, I'll put it inside."

"There's no one else here except us."

He couldn't feel the breath of other people, so it couldn't be a human trick, and there was no corpse in the coffin, so...

"Could it be a human?" Jiudieyun curled his neck and whispered in Chunjing's ear.

"Ah."

Chun Jing lazily responded, turned her head and saw a blurry figure flashing past in the woods, and suddenly there was a clear and weak bell ringing in her ear. The man was wearing a black cloak and a wide hood, The whole person is hidden in the darkness, if it is not for the shaking of the trees, he will never be aware of his existence.

Chunjing's pupils shrank suddenly, because while the bell was shaking, his nose finally came in handy, smelling an aura that only belonged to the fox clan.He dodged after him as fast as he could, and that quick glance showed him the face under the hood.

It was a skeleton.

Could it be that this person who has been peeping secretly is Chu Yang?How could someone who passed away two years ago appear here!

"Mirror Chun!"

Jiudieyun's shout came from behind, it was already far away.

Chun Jing closely followed the black shadow in front of him. With his footsteps, he should be able to catch up quickly, but the speed of the ghost shadow in front was actually faster than him.

He chased and thought all the way, but he couldn't figure it out. Is Chuyang a member of the fox clan?If it is true, then it is understandable that the marks he set were destroyed.But Mo Weizhe said that this Chuyang passed away two years ago, and he knew it from his skeleton-like face, but how did he come back to life?In this mode, was it manipulated by whom?

Turning a corner, the shadow of the ghost was suddenly completely hidden in the darkness, and he couldn't find a trace of breath!He took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and tried to find the lost target by distracting his soul.

He froze for a moment, opened his eyes abruptly, turned his head and saw a swaying little light getting closer, and his heart sank more and more.

"You follow me!" Chunjing frowned, staring at Ruirui who approached with a lantern, quite irritatedly said.

Ruirui glanced at him, held up a lantern to look in the direction where the ghost's shadow disappeared just now, "I'm not that cheap." She held up a lantern to look at Chunjing, and looked at him for a while with a cold face , narrowed his eyes and said, "Do you think you did a good job in the lotus pond? If I hadn't helped you stabilize Jinmo, would you have been able to jump in it?"

"You know!" Chunjing stared at her and narrowed her eyes, feeling that Ruirui was scary for the first time.

"There is indeed the aura of High Priest Xianxi remaining there. What is certain is that he has indeed stayed there, and the time will not be too short." Ruirui did not hide her discovery, and generously shared it with Chunjing.

In contrast, Chun Jing seemed a bit stingy.