Something happened. This is not going to be bloody.

Lu Zhenjun lost control of his body when he was possessed by Zhou Leng. He watched the attackers fall in front of him like a spectator, with blood splattering on their bodies and staining their clothes red.

There were many people lying in ambush here, and they were very powerful. Wang Keshan and Tiechui resisted back to back. Fortunately, Wang Keshan was a soul, and those swords and knives cutting on him were like cutting into the air.

"These are high-level ninjas from the island nation. They really went to great lengths to kill us."

As soon as 'Lu Zhenjun' returned to the two and killed the people who attacked them, Tiechui couldn't help but complain.

When nearly a hundred bodies were lying on the ground, red blood stained the yellow earth, Tiechui was already sitting on the ground gasping for breath due to exhaustion, and Lu Zhenjun also

He looked at the scene in front of him with a pale face.

It was already completely dark, and the glaring car lights made the blood seem pale.

“There are still people!!”

Lu Zhenjun's voice was trembling, his eyes were bloodshot, his hands were shaking slightly, and his muscles were twitching irregularly. After all, this body was his, and the mechanical swinging of the knife put a strain on his body.

The dim light allowed them to see only a black figure, and the black color with almost no gaps was rushing towards them like a torrent.

"It doesn't look like a human. The footsteps are so faint that I can't even hear them." Tiechui frowned and looked carefully, saying in a low voice.

Zhou Leng stretched out his hand and threw the soul map into the sky. The map grew larger, and the souls contained in it floated down from the map, killing silently. They all held black sickles in their hands, like the god of death coming to reap mortal lives.

Wang Keshan floated to Zhou Leng's side and asked, "When did they get weapons? Old Chen seems to be much more agile than before."

"Last time, some evil spirits were collected in Xuanzhen Temple. I helped them to make weapons. It is too difficult to save them. I have to find another way."

"Take a different approach? What do you mean?"

"Just wait and see."

While the two were talking, the souls in the picture had already protected the others in the middle. Their non-physical eyes were already glowing scarlet, and the black sickles in their hands were ready to strike.

The collision was silent but intense.

"They are not human either!"

Lu Zhenjun looked at a black figure that was torn apart by the knife in Lao Chen's hand without any blood or flesh, and he asked in confusion.

No one answered this exclamation which was not a question, because they saw that the black figures did not dissipate after being torn apart, but were absorbed by the black sickle.

Tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of black figures were torn apart. The souls of Lao Chen and the others showed no signs of fatigue, only ruthless hacking and killing. However, the protected spectators were visually fatigued, and Lu Zhenjun even snored while lying on the ground.

The early morning sun shone through the gaps in the thick clouds, dispelling the chill of the night. Only a few people were left in this remote place.

Zhou Leng kicked Lu Zhenjun on the ground and said, "Hey, get up and work."

The man lying curled up on the ground suddenly sat up, looked at everything around him, stretched his body lazily, yawned, and asked: "Senior, what's the situation? Is everything eliminated? Should we continue on our way?"

Tiechui didn't have as big a heart as Lu Zhenjun. She stood beside Zhou Leng and remained vigilant all night. When she saw this man asking this, she even wanted to walk over and slap him twice.

Zhou Leng looked up at the sky, watched the sun being blocked by dark clouds again, watched the raindrops fall on Lu Zhenjun's face, and then she said, "Let's go."

Wang Keshan was still thinking about what Zhou Leng said about finding a different approach, but seeing that the other party didn't want to say more, he figured it out on his own.

Lu Zhenjun had already whispered to Tiechui about what happened throughout the night. It was nothing more than a fight between the two sides. Lao Chen and others eliminated all the black figures and then included them in the map.

Not far from here in the city, Qin Lang, who had a broken arm, heard the report from his subordinates. His face turned green. The Yin Sha that he had cultivated for nearly a hundred years had all dissipated. He gritted his teeth and said, "Notify the faction to invite the master out. If we don't get rid of these people, our business in Guangxi will be destroyed by them."

"I see."

A man in the room bowed in answer and left. Only Qin Lang, with a sullen face, was left staring at the heavy rain outside the window with cold eyes.

Heavy rain washed over everything, with strings of raindrops falling from the sky.

Lu Zhenjun looked ahead at the extremely low visibility and said tentatively, "Senior, why don't we pull over? The rain is too heavy."

"Turn left a hundred meters ahead and stop at the end."

Lu Zhenjun didn't dare to refute and could only do as he was told.

Ten minutes later, Lu Zhenjun couldn't help but raise his voice and said, "What's going on? There's construction ahead, please take a detour. Senior, this road is blocked, what are we doing here?"

"I came here to do something. Wait a moment."

About half an hour later, the rain stopped and there was even a rainbow in the sky. After getting off the bus, a few people saw a crowd of people not far away.

Construction was underway here, and the heavy rain interrupted their progress. However, the rain for about an hour not only blocked the progress of their project, but also brought out the numerous bones buried in the ground.

The sunlight fell on the white bones, and Zhou Leng seemed to see flowing light.

Lao Chen appeared silently beside Zhou Leng. He walked towards a body among the bones. His boundless soul and dry bones merged together. The bones slowly melted into thin threads that wrapped around his black sickle, leaving white lines on the black sickle.

"Can't they see this?"

Lu Zhenjun asked in confusion when he saw the onlookers who seemed to have noticed nothing.

"I used a sleight of hand." This was Zhou Leng's answer.

Until Lao Chen returned to the Soul Map, those people did not notice that a skeleton had disappeared silently.

Tiechui asked: "Senior, the bones here are from Elder Chen's troops, why are they all buried here?"

"I only know that he is buried here. Maybe I will know the rest later."

Wang Keshan remained silent the entire time. Looking at the bones in front of him, he thought of himself and his former comrades. He wondered how many corpses were buried on this land, and how many bloody and tearful stories there were.

Lu Zhenjun picked up his phone to contact the relevant departments. Since Zhou Leng brought them here, it was not just a matter of burial. He had to report to his superiors first and let the local relevant departments make preparations.