Our goal is to save the world

A small but thick cloud floated over, covering the sun that originally provided the mountain city with a bit of emptiness in late spring.Everyone froze in place, as if they had returned to the severe winter, and they were splashed with cold water.

Yanyan asked: "What moved?"

"The corpse moved. The corpse moved by itself. It's like this," Yang Zhi shook his shoulders, and made a movement similar to shaking off lice from his hair. The range was not large, but everyone understood it.

"It..." Yanyan struggled to organize her words, "How could it move?"

"The dead body, otherwise why did you organize so many people to come here to look at a dead body?" Yang Zhi said naturally, and then realized that these people were not as experienced as he was, and had seen all kinds of strange powers. I have only fought against beasts and people for half my life. I have a natural sense of fear of ghosts and gods, so I added, "It's just a corpse that can shake its shoulders, and it won't climb up to tear anyone's throat. I have to chop it into several pieces for her, and expose it to the sun inside and out."

When the unknowable ghosts and gods were reduced to monsters like beasts, everyone's tense nerves were slightly relieved.

The clouds drift away silently, and the sun dutifully sheds its rays to drive away the fear.

Yanyan recovered her original resolute voice, and ordered: "Bring another hook!"

One hook can be shaken off, but the two hooks hooked from different directions cannot be shaken off.

The mouth of the well is crowded with two rollers, which can only be staggered up and down, like a road for two carriages.

Yang Zhi and Qiu Lufeng were in charge of each side, slowly lowered the hook, dangling around, trying to hook on the corpse, and the hooks of the latter two sank simultaneously with a dull echo.

Yang Zhi looked down, at the bottom of the dark well, the fuzzy orange light of the Chaodeng Stone was squeezed and flattened by the corpse on the well wall, reflecting a layer of water-colored water that even if you have poor eyesight, you can't tell whether it really exists. Light.

Qiu Lufeng shook the wheel, and the iron chain on Yang Zhi's side also shook.

"Tangled together." Yang Zhi said.

They both rolled up the hooks, untied them, and let them down, but the second time they were entangled again.The distance between the two hooks has been adjusted repeatedly so that they stick to both sides of the well wall.When he was about to put it down again, Yang Zhi waved his hand suddenly, "Look here."

He was pointing at Qiu Lufeng's hook. When hooking the corpse, a layer of grayish-white greasy and foul-smelling substance was wiped from the skin of the corpse. Now, the bottom of the hook is slightly less sticky, and it looks like It looked as if someone had wiped it with two fingers.

Yang Zhi looked at the bottom of the well again, but still couldn't see anything clearly. He turned around and made a silent movement, and then gestured for someone to bring paint or ink.

Yanyan understood, she whispered to the people around her, and after a while, bring a box of ink pads.

Yang Zhi made a great gesture to Yanyan, smeared the inkpad on the two hooks, and then slowly put it down.

This time, Qiu Lufeng and Yang Zhi shook the hook again, and after a while, the two hooks made another muffled sound and became entangled.After the hook was dragged up, this time under the action of the ink pad, you can clearly see the palm print on it.

Yang Zhi retreated to open the mouth of the well, motioned to cover it first, and then held the hook and said to Yan Yan: "Look, first you pulled this hook, this hand was stuck with ink pad, then pulled it to the other, and the other hand was also stuck." Inkpad. When the hook met one place, he touched the hook again. This is the imprint of the inkpad sticking to the hook from his hand. Even the palm prints are clear. But this palm..."

People nearby all gathered around to look, and saw that the palm marks were not like personal palm marks, much smaller than human palms, and there were no fingerprints, and the heads of fingers were shorter.

"What kind of monster is this?" Shan Zhuo couldn't help asking.

"Like a child, but..." Yan Yan made a few movements of grabbing things, and felt that the palm marks left behind were rather strange.

"Its nails are very long and sharp, so there are no finger marks." Yang Zhi pointed to the inner end of the hook, "Look here, although the ink pad is not stuck, there is a little scratch, as if it was rubbed by the blade of a sword." Same thing. Its claws are long and sharp, so be careful."

Yanyan carefully recalled He Xiangying's appearance, and realized that it is impossible for He Xiangying to have such small hands, "Then there are other things down the well...then! Be careful!"

As soon as Yan Yan raised her head while speaking, she saw that the mouth of the well, which had been covered with cloth by the Jingwei Army, had been opened, and a pair of pale eyes were waiting for them in a daze.Her eyes met those eyes, and the monster in the well rushed out immediately.

But with a distance of one zhang, it was too late for Yanyan to shout.Everyone turned around, only to see a black shadow pop out from the well, and the two Jingwei soldiers standing at the end instantly spurted blood from their necks, as if they had been beheaded, and the hot blood sprayed all over the ground.The black shadow bounced towards Li Gaocheng who was next to him.

Before Li Gaocheng could react, he had just raised the ax halfway, when he saw that the sharp claws had reached his chest, trying to grab his heart out, he screamed in fright.

Ge Mingde kicked Li Gaocheng to the ground, slashed the sword in his hand at a tricky angle, turned his body on the spot, and with the strength of his waist, the sword slashed five meters away, and the sword energy condensed into frost.

The black figure stepped back immediately, landed on the well, and stared at them.

At this time, everyone can clearly see that it is a young child, but it is definitely not human, nor is it alive.Gui Youtong's skin was bruised and purple, his eyes had only no pupils, and his eyes were piercingly pale. He grinned, the corners of his mouth reaching to the base of his ears, and his fingernails were several inches long, still dripping blood.

"Save people!" Yanyan shouted loudly.

The men of the Jingwei army supported their colleagues and pressed their necks to stop the bleeding. Although the wound was deep, the ghost boy might not be able to recognize the location. He only cut a blood vessel in his neck and did not cut his trachea. He still had some hope of being saved, so he immediately Carrying it out, there was a lot of blood left.

"This is a ghost boy." Yang Zhi recognized it at a glance, "They are not considered evil, and some people have domesticated them, but they are not easy to mess with. If you don't enter its territory, it will not take the initiative to attack."

"Come in, did you go in..." Shan Zhuo asked tremblingly.

"It probably regards us as food thrown in by its master. But don't be afraid, the ghost boy is very curious. If you throw some stones or the like to it, it will also chew on us, and we can take the opportunity to retreat .”

Yanyan sternly said: "What are you withdrawing! Kill it! How can you allow such a ghost in the palace!"

Qiu Lufeng slowly pulled out the Wenjin sword, staring at Guitong coldly.

Yang Zhi sighed lightly, it is really hard to let this ghost boy go, its owner is probably that ghost He Xiangying.He Xiangying didn't have a good impression of the royal family of the Fire Clan. If she was allowed to meet a son Di Ji or something, she might be taken away and turned into a ghost boy.He pinched the spirit formula with both hands, and the grass and trees of the Mu clan were faint. He could only see the tender grass sprouts struggling out from the cracks in the stone slabs. Gather up and lie down quietly towards the well.

Guitong waited for the eyes without the whites of the eyes, and by scanning left and right, he identified the weakest link - Shan Zhuo's feet were still shaking.With a flick of Guitong's body, his speed turned into a black line, and he rushed in front of Shan Zhuo in the blink of an eye.

Yang Zhi and Qiu Lufeng were waiting for this moment, Qiu Lufeng slashed vertically with his sword, and slashed between Shan Zhuo and Guitong, turning into a scorching wall of flames to stop Guitong from walking.

The Yang Zhi Ling Jue changed and became the Mu Clan's Heavenly Coil. The blades of grass that were originally stretched slowly seemed to be elongated by someone, and they stretched dozens of times. .

The ghost boy let out a roar, and a layer of gray spiritual power appeared on his body.Those grass leaves drooped, turned yellow and withered, turned into black ash, and were blown away by the wind, completing a year's change in a few breaths, as if polluted by waste spiritual energy.

Ge Mingde's reaction was slightly inferior to Yang Zhi and Qiu Lufeng's. Jianfeng had only arrived at this moment, and a layer of smoke rose up the moment he passed through the firewall.But the ghost boy who just broke free from the blade of grass had no time to jump away, and rolled on the spot, getting out of the way of the icy sword edge.Ge Mingde had quick eyesight and quick hands, and tilted the tip of the sword at a difficult angle, and the air of ice and snow spread out along the light of the sword.Guitong's arm was scratched with blood, but no blood flowed out, and some white dregs fell off his small arm like soaked wood.

Guitong let out a strange cry, and the gray spiritual energy on his body condensed, and he rolled back along the edge of the sword. Ge Mingde let go of the hilt as if his hand was scalded.

Qiu Lufeng rubbed his body again, and the Wenjin Broadsword released the pure fire spirit power, burning that gray spirit power away, and the temperature on the knife heated up the whole courtyard.

The ghost boy was obviously afraid of the heat, so he rolled a thousand feet away.

Yang Zhi followed up with a trick of the Wood Clan's spell, and a row of wooden thorns stuck in the empty space.

"Change to fire spells!" Yan Yan shouted, in the short two rounds, she has observed that this ghost boy is afraid of fire, and for water-type wood-type spells, she can even use the gray aura on it to counter it.

Qiu Lufeng slashed again, and the majestic fire-type spiritual power seemed to ignite the air, and the whole small courtyard experienced the scorching heat in advance.

Guitong's speed was extremely fast, and he leaped into the air to pass Qiu Lufeng's second strike.Qiu Lufeng couldn't move, he saw Guitong grinning his teeth and wanted to bite him in the face, he was so disgusted, he punched it like hitting a ball of foul-smelling mud.

But Guitong turned around in the air with the power of a punch, and rushed towards the Jingwei Army who was rushing to the side.