is very well-known in the circle. Why don't you ask a monk from the Shen family to help"Daozong sighed helplessly: "Miss Yin Er, I've tried too. But I found that families in your yin-yang circles valu...Long Xia ge raised his eyes to look at me, a faint cold light reflecting in his dark eyes.

"The Dragon Dynasty, I struck down, wanting to force the secrets of corpse refinement. Then he used witchcraft and poisons to create ghost bodies... What on earth is he trying to do"

“What can we do He's ambitious, he can do anything! Let's not think about it so much, let's get out of here quickly Old Zhang seems like he can still run, we don't care about this little ghost and the corpse! This isn't our country, we're barely taking care of ourselves right now, we can't worry about this!” I said anxiously.

Long Xiaoge was very cooperative this time, immediately nodding and saying "Um," as we both grabbed Lao Zhang on either side and ran him outside.

Old Zhang was indeed injured, with several bloody holes in his back. However, it didn't seem to have reached his internal organs yet. But he was terrified and went limp, completely dazed, his legs wouldn't work, so we had to drag him along.

I secretly reached for Lao Zhang's belt and found his car keys on it. I immediately took them and put them in my pocket.

Just as he burst out of the basement, Long Ge immediately stopped in his tracks.

Gusts of mountain wind brought an unusual scent, and the sky grew dark and dreary with it.

He frowned and looked around, whispering, "Let's get out of here."

"...Just then, a voice beside my ear reminded me to run away quickly, saying to flee back the way we came."

"Then let's go," he tugged at Lao Zhang with all his might.

Anyone who has moved a person or carried a drunkard knows that unconscious or intoxicated people are very heavy.

Lao Zhang's physique was slightly more robust than Long Xiaoge's. Long Xiaoge had four holes on his collarbone, which made it very strenuous for him to drag things.

“If this guy can’t escape on his own, just leave him behind.” Long Xiaog said.

"Huh" I was taken aback.

I definitely wouldn't stand idly by. My first reaction to this proposal was resistance.

But Long Ge's voice was cold: "Right and wrong, cause and effect, everyone is responsible for what they have done."

"If he hadn't raised this little demon, he wouldn't have risked coming back to move it away. He was afraid that abandoning the demon would lead to retribution, but when he returned and found this place like this, he should also know his fate."

"As you know, we're busy enough as it is. If he becomes a burden, let him handle his own affairs... We're not saviors, nor are we fortune tellers who take people's money and solve their problems."

"...Oh." I nodded, Long Xiaoge was right. We weren't saviors or mages, and the most realistic problem was that we were isolated and helpless, struggling even to protect ourselves.

Lao Zhang probably heard us talking. He seemed to wake up a little, suddenly broke free from our grasp, and said in a frenzy: "Here, here... it wasn't like this before... I always treated the ghosts well, and I haven't done anything wrong or harmful... I treated all the workers here well... Why is this happening I have always been generous..."

"This has nothing to do with whether you're generous or not. You've stepped into a realm that normal people shouldn't, so you just have to accept the consequences." Long Ge moved his wrist.

At this moment, we were standing at the entrance of the logging site. The wind was cold and eerie, and I really didn't want to stay in this open and unsafe area. I tugged on Long Ge's sleeve: "Let's go."

Long Xiao glanced at Lao Zhang: “Either come with us and escape, or die alone.”

We quickly retraced our steps, Lao Zhang stumbling after us: “I… I’m coming too… If I leave, will that little ghost chase me back to China Cough cough cough…”

He coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, and the several bullet wounds on his back began to bleed again as he moved.

This surge of energy seemed to attract something amiss.

I first noticed a dim, shadowy figure.

The figure, carrying a cloth bag and with a headscarf wrapped around their head, appeared behind the trees at the edge of the plantation.

A faint mist hung behind him. The temperature difference between day and night here was quite large, and after sunset, the water vapor and mist in the forest began to rise.

The aura is very chaotic, really chaotic.

I could feel the stifling air growing heavier and thicker, and that shadowy figure on the edge of the woods shuffled closer, one step at a time.

We walked fast, the person's speed didn't change, and we gradually left them behind.

"That seems to be an old man," I glanced back.

"Hmph, just a dead man." Long Xiaogē walked forward without looking back.

He jumped down a small embankment about human height, turned around and held out his hand to me, urging me to hurry.

I was about to jump, when Lao Zhang, who had been stumbling behind me, suddenly went crazy and roared like a wild boar. He scrambled towards me with his limbs flailing and shoved me hard from behind, sending me tumbling down.

"Ouch!!" I fell headfirst to the ground unexpectedly!

Long Xiaoge had an injured collarbone, and it was very difficult for him to take my attack head-on. He pushed me from the side, causing me to roll half a circle to the side, which reduced the impact of landing.

I grabbed a handful of withered branches and leaves, scrambling to my feet and running in the direction where Little Dragon was.

Lao Zhang followed me down, his body covered in bloodstains and leaves stuck to his back. He looked very disheveled.

"There's a ghost! There's a ghost!!!" He hissed, waving his arms and crawling on the ground.

We looked up, what ghost

He must have been scared out of his mind.

"Right behind me, right behind me—" He pointed to his back without turning around and ran forward.

I swallowed hard and looked at Long Xiaoge: "Could it be... the old man just now... uh, dead Dead"

Long Xiaoge narrowed his eyes: "Run, you can't catch up to us."

Lao Zhang, who was running in the front, suddenly disappeared without a sound.

A gust of wind swept across the mountains, rustling the leaves and making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I suddenly asked, "Brother Long, do you think we took a wrong turn"

Long Xiaogē stopped his steps, frowned and said: "The direction is correct."

"Yes, that's right, but just now... we unconsciously ran in the direction of Lao Zhang. Now we've deviated from our original path, haven't we"

Long Xiao nodded: "Indeed, there's a bit of that, but the general direction is consistent. Old Zhang has been here for many years, and instinctively runs to safety when in danger. That should be right."

I swallowed hard. "I think... ahead is... that village... how, how could it be like this..."

Long Xiaogē followed the direction I pointed to, and in the vague gaps between the trees, he could see a corner of the village. At this time, wisps of smoke rose from the tops of several bamboo houses, but there was no one moving outside.

None.

What happened to this village

"Come, let's go take a look." Long Xiaoge frowned.

Although Lao Zhang was silent, he had blood energy. I found several bloody leaves by the forest and followed them to a small bamboo building. Inside, I heard a woman speaking in stiff Mandarin mixed with dialect.

"...can't go outside...eats people...dead...a lot..."nderground but supported this tunnel."Don't panic, don't panic! Don't lose your composure, the Dragon King isn't here yet!" I yelled to the people behind me.It's pitch black, the environment is too da...