Chapter 178 How to kill a bridge

Is this man in black really black and impermanent? Ye Qin's cold-faced face is also like his ten-thousand-year partner Bai Wuchang! On this sunny day, black and white impermanence comes to ask for life? It seems that the Lord of Hell is not a good boss. During the day, he also made the officials who used to go out at night work overtime. Is there such a shortage of people in this ghost house?

Feng Junyang thought so in his heart, looking for a trace of happiness for his nervous heart, but did not dare to neglect it. He turned around and looked carefully at the terrain here. Behind him was a small forest. In front of him was a flat land without obstacles. His vision was wide, and he could see hundreds of meters. No matter how fast Pearl and Mei Yixian walked, they could not walk. After walking this journey in dozens of seconds, when the "black impermanence" passed him, he obviously did not take the two of them. Is this person so unclear?

"Pearl! Mother-in-law!" Feng Junyang shouted that the two were familiar with the terrain and would not get lost. Besides, there was no reason to get lost on the flat ground. Did Ye Qin blow them away? Feng Junyang returned to the small forest. At this time, the small forest was shrouded in mist, with strange shadows everywhere, and there were bursts of harsh screams from time to time, which was ghost. According to Yanyu, so many outsiders died in the stockade. Their souls were uneasy, they could not find a substitute, and they could not return to their hometown. Their souls had nowhere to rest, so they were sad in this small forest on the shore leading to the outside.

"Ninety-nine...nine..." Suddenly, this voice came again. In front of Bai Mengmeng, there stood a man in black, holding a small sharp knife in his hand, and walked towards Feng Junyang step by step.

Feng Junyang raised his vigilance. If this man in black is a normal person, he is very sure to knock him down when he is alone and thin. If it's a ghost, he won't be sure.

But he is convinced that there will be no ghosts in this daytime.

Maybe it was pretended by the people in the stockade? In order to scare outsiders, are they not allowed to enter the stockade? He counted from ninety-seven to ninety-nine, just three, and now it's ninety-nine. Are the first two Mingzhu and Mei Yixian, who have been dealt with by him?

Feng Junyang was worried about the whereabouts of Mingzhu and Mei Yixian. He wanted to get along with this person as soon as possible and go to find them after this. And the drums in the stockade on the mountain were even more urgent, and he was worried about the safety of the blue.

The man came step by step, and the long black robe dragged on the ground. He couldn't see his feet. Feng Junyang felt that he was drifting. He calmed down. When he was less than two steps away from this person, he felt a little peace, because he clearly felt the man's heavy breathing!

Although he has no mouth, uneven facial features and strangely dressed, this is a person, not a ghost.

This discovery surprised him. What happened in the stockade? Let this person pretend to be a ghost in the daytime to scare them?

said that sooner or later, when the two were one step apart, the black-robed man stabbed Feng Junyang's neck with a knife. Feng Junyang was shocked. It was not that the man was fast, fierce, murderous, fatal, and straight to the aorta of his neck. But the knife in his hand, which looked like a small sharp knife just now, has suddenly become an extremely sharp double-edged knife!

What he just saw was just the tip of the iceberg - the tip of the knife, and the back part was covered by the huge sleeves of his robe!

"Bearl, I'm handsome. It's all right." Feng Junyang comforted, "You and your mother-in-law are here. Let's go."

Pearl stared at him, shaking her head and not saying anything.

"It's okay, Mingzhu, I'm here. I'm not dead. I'm still a human. Feng Junyang saw the pitiful appearance of the pearl and couldn't help thinking of Wu Landuo. They had similar eyes and expressions. He took Mingzhu's hand as if he had seen his friend after the disaster and made him feel at ease.

"Do you want to cross the bridge? I want to drink Meng Po soup..."

A gloomy voice came, low and hoarse. The pearl was so scared that she covered her ears, and Feng Junyang was also scared.

Because this voice is right beside them.

It was sent by Mei Yixian!

"Mother-in-law..." Feng Junyang squatted down, and Mingzhu hid behind him and held the corner of his clothes tightly. "Grandma, what's wrong with you?"

Mei Yixian didn't seem to hear Feng Junyang's shouting. She leaned her back against the bridge pier, with no expression on her face, and her eyes were empty without any content. She looked straight at the opposite side. She muttered, "cross the bridge, cross the bridge, drink Mengpo soup... A bowl of Mengpo soup, forget each other in the past and this life..."

"What's wrong with your mother-in-law? How did you get here?" Feng Junyang asked Mingzhu, but Mingzhu did not dare to look at his and Mei Yixian's faces and dodged. It seemed that she was very frightened.

"Mingzhu, tell me, or I can't save my mother-in-law." Feng Junyang comforted in a low voice, "What you just saw, tell me. Don't worry, there are no ghosts in the daytime. They are all artificial. They are all designed by Yanyu."

"No...no..." Pearl shook her head vigorously, "No...not rock jade..."

Who is that? Tell me." Feng Junyang looked at Mingzhu, while Mei Yixian behind him was still whispering. He said urgently, "Mingzhu, my mother-in-law is confused. Tell me what happened so that I can find a way."

Mingzhu turned his eyes elsewhere. Feng Junyang straightened her body and looked at himself. He patted Mingzhu's shoulder, looked into her eyes, and silently conveyed comfort and strength. Mingzhu gradually regained his composure and opened his mouth: We walked to the front and saw..."

Suddenly, Mingzhu's eyes were confused again. She screamed, covered her eyes and shouted, "Ye Qin! Ye Qin!"

"Is it Ye Qin?" Feng Junyang asked.

"Ye Qin..." Mingzhu quickly hid behind Feng Junyang, beat him on the back with both hands, and shouted hysterically, "Ye Qin - he, he's coming!"

After saying that, Mingzhu ran out from Feng Junyang's back and rushed to the grass on the roadside.

Feng Junyang looked at the other end of the bridge, empty and there was no one.

Suddenly, he felt a chill behind his back. He quickly turned around, and at the intersection of the small forest, Ye Qin stood like a hill.

Most of Ye Qin's white clothes were stained with blood. The machete in his right hand was still dripping blood. He dragged the knife and slowly walked towards Feng Jun.