What should I do if the salted fish cannon fodder mistakenly raised the villain as a cub?

Song Xianzhi was still in a trance state until he got to Mount Fujian.

Guan Er has been following him all the time, abnormally not saying much, but holding his hem by the hem of his clothes, silently staring at the golden bell on his wrist in a trance.

I don't know if it was because everyone was transferred to the front line, but they didn't meet a few people along the way.

Even if there were, almost all of them had been replaced by Tang Tang and his group.

Under the dark night, those inverted coffin-shaped buildings stood one after another, silent and decayed, very much like the large hanging coffin tombs hidden on the mountainside, which made everyone who passed by shudder.

The entire Jing family was deadly silent, leaving only the old wooden ladder creaking in the wind.

Those disciples who came here for the first time were shocked by the sight in front of them, and couldn't imagine why someone would repair their residences like this.

"Senior Brother Tang, what shall we do next?" Someone asked cautiously.

This Jing family is really quiet and creepy, people can't help but think about it, and their journey is too smooth, it is inevitable that there will be no fraud.

Tang Tang said: "Go to the main hall..."

"However, to be on the safe side, we still need to divide our troops into two groups."

Song Xianzhi cheered up, tried his best to put Shen Duo's figure behind him, concentrated on the matter at hand, stepped forward and said, "Senior Brother Tang, I'm on your team."

Standing beside Tang Tang was Bai Jingyi, who had almost recovered from his injuries. The two of them stood one black and one white, and they were a perfect match.

A group of them went to a dozen people first.

The main hall of the Jing family was the place where they met the Patriarch of the Jing family.Outside is still the eerie bone wall, the bones carved on it are lifelike, in the dark night, it seems as if they will crawl out in the next second.

But the door was still open, revealing the ice-blue light inside.

The main hall is not deep, and you can have a clear view of the situation inside just by standing at the door.

Shockingly, the head of the Jing family was apparently dead.

In the main hall, the pattern of the magic circle was spinning rapidly, flashing blue light, while the Patriarch of the Jing family was lying on the chair in the middle of the magic circle, his eyes wide open, his nose and eyes bleeding, obviously looking like he was dying.

Song Xianzhi was startled.

Although this old man is a little wretched, he is still the head of the Jing family after all, who can kill him with this means?

That person should be a sword cultivator.Because there was a very thin line of blood on the old guy's neck. Although his neck had not been broken for so long, this sword was enough to burst the rest of the blood vessels in his body.

Qi and blood ran wildly, covering his entire face in a swollen purple-red color, even his two eyeballs were protruded, bloodshot oozing out.

When he got close, he could even smell the disgusting smell of decay that belonged to the old man mixed with the smell of blood.

"This... the head of the Jing family is already dead, so where should we start now?"

"If there are some peerless masters hidden here, then we..."

The purpose of their coming here is to capture their leader, but now this person has died so inexplicably. Now it seems that the Jing family obviously doesn't care about this Patriarch...

Song Xianzhi was not in a panic.

His intuition told him that this matter could only be done by Qin Xianjun and Qin Chenhe.

It's a pity, judging from the current situation, he was born this time, probably not to help, but to avenge his personal revenge.

As for what this personal enmity is, apart from Qin Xianjun himself, only Yun Ling should know.

Tang Tang took the old man's things and put them away, and said in a deep voice, "Look around, if there is no problem, we will leave."

Everyone agreed.

However, at this moment, the originally silent magic circle suddenly started to operate again, the ice blue light was very dazzling for a while, and the ground vibrated violently.

"Oops!"

"Come on!"

Unfortunately, it was too late, the huge stone door of the main hall was slammed shut, and a golden thread slipped through the crack of the door.Afterwards, the two stone gates were completely integrated into one, forming a solid and unusual wall.

The pattern of the magic circle gradually stopped rotating, and the light gradually dimmed.

The surrounding temperature dropped suddenly, but it was not the cold that Guan Er brought to people, but the bone-piercing coldness, which continued to rise in bursts.

The crowd formed a group with their backs turned vigilantly, drawing their swords and pointing around.

A little bloody smell slowly emerged in the air.Then, the smell became stronger and stronger, until after a while, it gradually turned into an unbearable rancid stench.

The smell is so pungent that it almost makes people cry.

Song Xianzhi looked around in the dark environment, and finally found that the person emitting the stench was the Patriarch of the Jing family who had just died. At this moment, he was decomposing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The white maggots wriggled, their chubby bodies were transparent and reflective, like fish in water, shuttling among the rotten meat.

But in the blink of an eye, the corpse was eaten to reveal the bones.

Rough human skin is not favored by those maggots, and large pieces are piled up on the ground limply, like clothes taken off by people.

Song Xianzhi saw that his scalp was numb, and his stomach was also experiencing acid regurgitation. If it wasn't for the cultivator's strong ability to hold his breath, he might have vomited out long ago.

The remaining light of the formation suddenly went out, and there was a gasp in the ear, and then only the sound of those maggots wriggling could be heard in silence.

There was a sharp pain in Song's hand, and it was Guan Er who grabbed him nervously.

Although he was in pain and fear, Song Xianzhi still groped in the dark and rubbed his ears: "Don't be afraid, I have luminous beads."

A few luminous beads were crushed in his hands, and white powder floated into the air, lighting up the dark environment, and the sense of security suddenly increased.

Fortunately, the monks who came this time were all capable and experienced. They didn't break down and yell, but they all tensed their hearts.

Someone let out a low cry, Song Xianzhi looked over and found that the body of the old man who was originally sitting on the chair had disappeared, leaving only dirty yellow corpse water and a lot of densely packed fat maggots on the ground.

Several female cultivators couldn't help but vomited out.

Song Xianzhi also felt sick to his stomach, threw a fire talisman over and burned it.

It took a while for the creaking sound to disappear, leaving a black patch on the ground, but the bone that should have been left was completely gone.

The temperature of the whole body is getting lower and lower, and the cold that seeps into the bone marrow makes the hair stand on end.

The corpse was gone, but the rancid smell was getting stronger.

Where no one noticed, one side of the wall suddenly seemed to come alive and squirmed slightly.