The sky that had been glimmering suddenly became black, as if a storm was coming.

Liu Lang and Zhu Ya's faces changed greatly, and they saw that the thunder was slashing into the center of the Xishan Cemetery.

The smoke and dust were billowing and there was a smell of burnt paste from nowhere, and the two of them were hesitating when suddenly there was a 'quack' cry from the cemetery on the mountain.

Looking in the direction of the scream, Liu Lang's feet trembled twice unconsciously.

A large cloud as black as ink was slowly rising from the ground, gathering together one by one, and then spreading rapidly, pressing towards Liu Lang and the others.

"Pigtooth, what's it?"

Liu Lang didn't expect to encounter such a strange thing when catching ghosts, so he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and stared at Zhu Ya nervously.

But Zhu Ya didn't move, his two eyes stared at the black cloud as big as a basketball court, his throat moved slightly, and suddenly shouted: "It's not good, it's a crow!" ”

Then, Zhu Ya suddenly pounced on Liu Lang, and immediately threw Liu Lang to the ground.

Before Liu Lang could understand what was going on, the black cloud was approaching, and the quacking cry was like the impermanence of the ghost, which made Liu Lang panic in his heart.

Finally turned over, and pushed Zhu Ya to the side with all his strength, Liu Lang lay on the ground and looked into the air, and his hair suddenly stood on end.

I saw that half a meter away above my head, a dense crow almost flew closely. The air seemed to be suddenly still, and there was even a feeling of suffocation.

Liu Lang could feel the rancid smell emanating from the crows at this time, and even to Liu Lang's disbelief, those crows actually had three legs.

Liu Lang thought he was dazzled, so he rubbed his eyes vigorously, and when he looked again, most of the crows had flown over. But the ravens did have three legs.

The whole body is dark, and the three-clawed crow.

Liu Lang's mind suddenly seemed to be electrocuted by something, and suddenly remembered a kind of monster mentioned in the chaos technique, the crow corpse monster.

The crow, like the owl, is a bird that can communicate with the underworld. Most of the crows walk in the daylight. Wherever there are dead people, they will gather, and even many crows feed on carrion and carrion, eating the souls that still remain on them.

There is also a method, that is, those souls who are still nostalgic for the world will inhabit the body of the crow and live the life of the walking dead.

The same is true of owls, although they do not feed on carrion like crows. But they are keenly aware of the breath of fresh souls, and some even have owls as messengers of the ghosts of the underworld.

The Crow Zombie is a zombie-like being, but different from a zombie.

This kind of thing is very rare, and no one has even seen it with their own eyes so far, but it is rumored to have appeared.

Raven ghouls prefer to live in dark, damp places. Afraid of sunlight and even the air, they prefer to feed on rotting corpses, so they tend to hide in places with more bones.

This kind of thing lives with crows. Hence the name.

Although cremation has always been promoted in modern society, Xishan Cemetery has become the administrative center of the country since hundreds of years ago. It has always been a place to bury people, and even in the rotation of several dynasties, it has become a mass grave for countless people to bury.

This kind of place is not a corpse, I'm afraid to dig more than ten meters deep. There wasn't much dirt, just a pile of bones.

Liu Lang and Zhu Ya lay on the ground, not daring to take a breath, and the crows flew farther and farther, and the sound of rattling also drifted away, and after a while, the work disappeared.

"Holy, what's going on?"

Liu Lang got up from the ground with palpitations, looked at the direction where the crow was gone, and touched his head, and suddenly felt a sticky feeling.

Liu Lang put the sticky thing to his nose and smelled it, and the expression on his face immediately became colorful and smelly.

Liu Lang's face was like eating bitter melon, and when he turned his head to look at Zhu Ya, the tense expression just now instantly eased.

"Haha, haha, pig's tooth, you, you're here to have a masquerade!"

Liu Lang pointed at Zhu Ya and smiled, completely forgetting the frightened scene just now.

Zhu Ya patted the dust on his body, raised his head and glanced at Liu Lang, and snorted coldly: "Cut, don't look at your own virtues." ”

Liu Lang was stunned for a moment, and when he looked down, in addition to the crow's feces and urine, his body turned out to be the black feathers of the crow, and the whole birdman was full of feathers.

Liu Lang was embarrassed, and said with a stalk around his neck: "Cut, I have pig teeth, what's wrong with my virtue?" I'm here to cover up the crow's eyes, what? Where is it like you, a birdman, I don't know it! ”

"Hmph, put a high hat on your head."

Zhu Ya snorted disdainfully, turned his head to look at the Xishan Cemetery, and his original mocking expression instantly froze on his face.

Zhu Ya looked frightened and shouted urgently: "Liu Lang, okay, don't be poor, it's time to work!" ”

Liu Lang was suspicious, turned his head to look at the mountain in Xishan Cemetery, and at this look, his expression immediately became stern, he shook his hand and took out the copper coin sword, and said in a deep voice: "Damn, it's finally here." ”

I saw that the cemetery, which was empty just now, was like a market at this time, and dozens of figures floated out.

The first time Liu Lang saw those figures, he immediately saw the ghost cards hanging around the waists of those figures.

The traditional Chinese characters on the ghost card flashed with a faint fluorescence, like a dazzling pearl, which made Liu Lang's heart jump twice inexplicably.

Those figures were different from the previous spirits, looking ahead, walking from the mountain to the mountain in a very orderly manner, their feet did not move, but they approached the formation laid out by Liu Lang step by step.

The soul-attracting incense was tossed by the crow just now, and it had been completely wiped out, and none of it was still burning, and the peach wood branches that had been inserted in the soil by Zhu Ya before also became crooked, and a few of them turned out of the soil directly and fell to the ground.

Fortunately, those red ropes are still wrapped in the shape of gossip, but the momentum of the formation is obviously much weaker.

Those ghosts floated down the mountain in an orderly manner, and slowly floated into the formation, and as soon as they touched the plowshare iron, they suddenly screamed, some struggled, some were in pain, and screamed.

For these ghosts from the underworld, Liu Lang had no intention of hurting them, he just wanted to get a few ghost cards, and if he encountered evil ghosts, it would be convenient to catch a few.

Liu Lang's two eyes stared at those ghosts one by one into the formation, and his heart was extremely happy, and a hand holding the copper coin sword couldn't help but tremble, but his heart was excited.

"Pigtooth, how's it going? These ghosts have entered the formation, and they have become headless flies, and they want a few ghost cards? ”

Liu Lang asked.

Zhu Ya didn't say anything, kept his face stiff, stared directly at the tail of those ghosts, and said in a deep voice: "Don't be happy too early, I'm afraid, it's not so easy." (To be continued~^~)