The Old Thing in the Body Said That He Could Train Him to Death with This Skill.

The wind blew across the wasteland, picking up a few dead leaves, swirling and falling on Mo Buer's shoulders. He squatted in front of a stone tablet half buried in the soil, and rubbed his fingers over the vague carvings on the tablet. It was an ancient seal script that had been lost for a long time. The strokes were twisted like snakes, as if the tip of the writing pen had trembled at a certain moment. There are still dried blood stains on the stone tablet. The color has turned black, but it still exudes a vague fishy smell. This is a mass grave on the outskirts of the Qingming Sect. It is said that the burials are all disciples who practiced evil arts and went crazy. The sect did not even bother to set up serious tombstones for them. They only marked them with this rough stone as a warning to future generations. Mo Buyer came here because the old voice in his head suddenly said something three days ago: "I erected this monument back then." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.