The Concubine Ghost: Allure Summoner

A faint silence spread in the air. Feng Yinxue frowned and stared straight ahead. She had never felt so uncomfortable before, as if there was something extremely terrifying happening ahead.

Wuyun cast a worried look at Feng Yinxue, and the spiritual energy in his hands was transferred to Feng Yinxue from behind.

He took a deep breath and made sure he was feeling better before nodding.

At this time, a black shadow came from the opposite side. The black image was a divided part of the night, and it was also like a whole that was opposite to the night. It was as weird as it was.

The black shadow came slowly. It was wearing black clothes and a black cloak, and the hood covered its cheeks.

It walked very slowly, walking this section of the road as if it took half a century. This was Feng Yinxue's feeling.

It held a black scythe in its hand, and there was a black evil energy floating outward from the scythe. After being stained by the evil energy, the surrounding trees began to become sluggish and lost their former vitality.

Behind it were eight people of the same shape, who lowered their heads and followed the person in front, like puppets.

In Feng Yinxue's eyes, this scene was like watching a horror movie, so horrifying that she wanted to scream.

Wuyun's slender hand wanted to cover Feng Yinxue's eyes with some distress, but Feng Yinxue held Wuyun's hand tightly. The slightly trembling fingers revealed that Feng Yinxue was shocked at the moment, and also indirectly told She wants to see Wuyun.

On the other hand, Ruo'er, apart from being nervous, just turned a little pale.

Suddenly, the group of figures appeared directly in front of several people from a distance, so close that everyone could see the pictures and texts on their clothes.

When it's slow, it seems like a century has passed, and when it's fast, it's like the speed of light.

But this also made Feng Yinxue see more clearly that the person holding the hook was a woman.

Under the curtain, Lian was extremely pale, as if he had been smeared with flour. The hand holding the sickle hook was slender, but there was a hint of blackness in the white.

The woman's dark robe has flower-like patterns, similar to mandala and mandala, extending from the handle to her waist, while the cuffs are embroidered with white branches and leaves.

In another flash, a group of men in black disappeared in front of the three people, the air began to flow, and everything seemed to be back to normal.

And those trees, flowers and plants that were infected by the black air are now full of vitality and thriving.

Wuyun gently held Feng Yinxue out of the grass, frowning, looking thoughtfully at the place where the man in black disappeared.

Feng Yinxue breathed a sigh of relief at this moment. The feeling just now was as uncomfortable as being pinched by someone's heart.

"Wuyun, who are those people?"

But Wuyun did not answer Feng Yinxue's question, but looked at it with furrowed brows, and held Feng Yinxue's hand tighter.

Seeing this, Ruo'er explained, "Death judgment."

What is the death trial?

"The legend of the Death Trial is that it is an ancient race. They will appear wherever there are a lot of deaths. When the Death Trial appears, it will always be a woman holding a cheap blade and leading eight people."

"Ruo'er, you mean there are collective deaths around here." Feng Yinxue was obviously a little confused, but Wuyun suddenly hugged her hand tightly. His hand let her know that this matter was not simple, and even a bit tricky, "Death is something like this." Things happen, and if it’s a mass death, it’s impossible for no one to know about it, which doesn’t make sense.”