The night is deep, the mass graves on the outskirts of the city are desolate and the crows are heard all the time.
The strange owl walks like flying, breaking the silence of the night.
A piece of thin soil with hundreds of years of dead willow branches entwined with roots, the vague spiritual power flow indicates something unusual. Judging from the aura, it is probably the leftover teleportation array.
In order to survive, he hurriedly burrowed in, accidentally awakening the people buried in the earth, overwhelming spiritual power hit his face and body, and red blood surged in the darkness.
This man is still alive!
Ou Can: Damn, who is so indebted to you for setting up such a wicked thing in this land where birds don't poop! ! !
He had been sleeping "peacefully" since he was buried in the ground. Now he was woken up by an owl for no reason, covered in a pile of dust, and even cursed by Jiang Ran:?
After finally crawling out of the soil, he was hit by an arrow for no reason.
Jiang Ran raised his eyes and saw the gentle eyes of the cultivator in green who appeared out of nowhere, and the earth-shattering scream of the cultivator in red who shot the arrow out of his hand - Damn it! The old corpse comes back to life! What a charlatan! Uncle Master, save—save me! ! !
Jiang Ran, who was dubbed "an old corpse":...
At this time, she was leaning against a dead willow tree with an indifferent expression. Her pale skin could not suppress the abnormal movements of her meridians. The pale gold sigil surged silently, mixed with a heart-piercing pain, which was a precursor to interrupting the fusion with the sigil midway.
... It's true that the King of Hell is not so accurate in sending ghosts to seek lives, and even fortune telling and divination are not so clever.
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2026.7.28
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