"Bastard, dare to pretend to be a ghost on the territory of the Sword Heng Sect!" The man in the lead tightened his belt, snatched a steel knife from the hand of the man next to him, and rushed towards the dark shadow with a loud roar.

"Heh~" In the darkness, a low laugh sounded.

The dark shadow suddenly moved, and in an instant, it enveloped the man. The man who was arrogant and domineering before this immediately let out a miserable scream, but the scream was covered by the black fog and became blurred, more like a lingering breath, which was terrifying to hear.

Soon, the shadow let go of the man, and what fell to the ground was only a skinny, dried corpse.

"Hell!" The people present had never experienced anything like this, except for the ghosts and gods who were shunned by the world, I really couldn't imagine what it could be!

The disciples of the Sword Heng Sect, who had lost their leader, decisively gave up resistance and fled in all directions.

But the speed of the black shadow was faster, and the disciple who ran the fastest was directly cut off by the black wind blade thrown out by the black shadow, and the disciple closest to the black shadow naturally became a delicacy under the black shadow.

The night is a hunting ground for the devil, and no one can't run!

The silent girl looked at all this in a daze, this was something even more terrifying than before, just like the legendary Shura field, which made her forget her fear in horror.

It wasn't until the black shadow bypassed her and walked towards the farthest Sword Heng Sect disciple that she came to her senses and subconsciously grabbed the broken fabric on the ground to cover her body.

It let herself go, and it seemed to give her hope of life again, and reminded her of some small villages in the mountains that she and her brother passed by, where the people did not believe in the Xianhua League, but in the legend: God!

"Thank you...... Thank you! She wept and thanked, and she was desperate. At this moment, she couldn't find many more words to express her state of mind.

However, the dark shadow walked up to her and uttered a hideous and hoarse voice: "Useless Terran! ”

"Ah!!!h A scream resounded through the mountains and forests.

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Mo Zhiyu and Hu Hansan walked on the mountain road with a smile and a smile, Hu Hansan said that the hot springs in Lishan were famous for their royal hot springs, and they were ordered by Emperor Chentian to be cast in a formation back then, which was very suitable for the cultivation of Yuanli monks, so they went to feel it.

But the hot spring is too far away from the residence of Tianjian Mountain, so late, the Sword Heng Sect has imposed a ban, and it is not allowed to ride horses and drive carriages, fortunately, Hu Hansan knows that there is a shortcut, but it is more remote.

Originally, the two old men didn't think that they would encounter any legendary things when walking at night, but Mo Zhiyu suddenly frowned and grabbed Hu Hansan.

Hu Hansan looked around at the pitch black surroundings and asked with some creepy: "You can't really feel anything, do you?" ”

Mo Zhiyu's nose moved, and said, "It smells of blood, it's human blood!" After his bloodline was purified, the perception of his facial features was also more superior to that of ordinary people. The smell of blood he smelled was still faint, and the source should be some distance away from here.

"Human blood?" Since it was a human, Hu Hansan didn't feel anything weird, "Could it be that someone was injured on the mountain road?" ”

"I don't know, you go and inform the disciples of the Sword Heng Sect who are patrolling the night, and I'll take a look." As he spoke, Mo Zhiyu pasted a accessory talisman of the wayfinding talisman kite to his body, and handed the wayfinding talisman kite to Hu Hansan, and then he didn't say anything more, turned around and ran towards the mountain road.

Mo Zhi delirized and looked for the smell of blood, the smell was getting stronger and stronger, and it could produce such a strong smell of blood, if it was an injured person, he would have died a long time ago. But it is also quite possible that a group of people died!

When Mo Zhiyu ran to the destination, he was instantly stunned. In front of him, the faint glow of scattered torches illuminated the small mountainous area, and in each place lay a shriveled corpse.

"One, two...... Five, six! "Mo Zhi counted them in vain, and there were actually six corpses in total!

Mo Zhiyu ran to the nearest corpse in a few steps and crouched down to take a look. He found that this person was wearing the disciple uniform of the Sword Heng Sect, and his clothes were only a few wrinkled, but they were not damaged, but this person was already shriveled and unshaped, as if he had been buried in the desert for hundreds of years!

Mo Zhiyu suddenly locked his eyes on the neck of this corpse, where there were two very small holes, and there was still fresh blood in holes.

He frowned and muttered, "Vampires? ”

He immediately went to check on several corpses next to him, and found that the situation was the same, which suddenly reminded him of the case that Wubai had talked about with Wuyan before.

However, when he walked under a large tree, he found that the corpse's clothes were torn to shreds, and it was obviously not the clothes of a disciple of the Sword Heng Sect, as well as ......

"Women?" Mo Zhiyu's eyebrows were raised one high and one low, and at night, a group of male disciples of the Sword Heng Sect and a woman died here, which was very reminiscent of some things.

He looked at the messy footprints and blood stains at the scene by the current firelight, as if he could overturn the previous situation. These so-called famous disciples should be defiling a girl, but the vampire suddenly appeared and came to be wiped out.

Mo Zhiyu followed these traces slowly, and finally walked to the grass beside the road, picking up a broken leaf from the ground. The leaf cut was still fresh, and he speculated that the vampire might have sensed him and fled in a hurry.

He took a deep breath and picked up another smell of blood in the air.

Mo Zhiyu was about to set off to chase, when he suddenly heard the barking of dogs, he looked sideways, and saw two vicious dogs rushing towards him, followed by firelight, it should be a disciple of the Sword Heng Sect who patrols the night.

"Wang! Woof! When the two dogs saw Mo Zhiyu, they didn't mean to stop at all, and pounced directly.

Mo Zhiyu smiled slightly, stepped back, raised his hands, and pinched the necks of the two dogs accurately. The dog, which was originally fierce and vicious, could only bark at once, and its four paws kept waving in the air.

"You're glad Meowball isn't here." Mo Zhiyu spoke to the two dogs, his eyes threatening.

The two dogs really seemed to be able to feel threatened, and they didn't even flutter their paws, looking at Mo Zhiyu with watery eyes.

Naturally, Mo Zhiyu would not embarrass the two dogs, so he just let them go. As soon as the two dogs fell to the ground, they immediately fled back to their masters, hiding behind the crowd.

"What ...... are you" The disciple of the Sword Heng Sect who led the team held a torch and was stunned for a moment when he saw Mo Zhiyu's face, "Mo Zhiyu? ”

Mo Zhiyu frowned slightly, he couldn't think of this person for a while, but since he knew himself, it would be easy to do, so he was ready to explain the situation: "...... here"

But before he could finish speaking, the man shouted, "You did this?!" ”

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