Zhou Yusheng's actions seemed not to be hindered by the heavy rain, but Wang Qian, an old man, could not do it.

Wang Qian had a difficult journey. I couldn't help but feel compassion. However, when I saw the guide next to me, I stopped moving forward.

If the guides do this, they will definitely destroy the Crying Tomb Ridge, which must also be related to the Zhou family and the Chenghuang Temple.

I don’t know much about the City God Temple. From the fur I know, although the City God of the Zhou family is gone, the Zhou family has almost been destroyed, but the Crying Tomb Ridge is still there, and the deceased souls of the Zhou family can even make such a big noise. The influence of the City God must still be left in Huixiang.

What the guides do is to enclose land and occupy the mountain as king. It is not surprising that there will be conflicts with the City God of the Zhou family.

That strange space may have had some impact in it.

The situation of three-legged tyrants was broken by me, an outsider, and it was directly unbalanced. The deceased soul of the Zhou family wanted to welcome the young master of their own family, and the guide also wanted to take this opportunity to completely eliminate the Zhou family.

I glanced at Zhou Yusheng and Wang Qian.

This move led the way for a long time, arranged it for a long time, and hid it for a long time, until the different space was gone, he dared to take action.

Since it is a conspiracy that guides the way forward for a long time, as the counterparty, I should spare no effort to destroy it. But my real purpose is to find Chen Xiaoqiu and others. I don’t care so much about how the ghost forces in Huixiang do, who wins and loses. It seems that the deceased souls of the Zhou family seem to be much better than the guide, but who knows what the ghost of that family will do in the end? I was not sure and caught them all in one place.

I hesitated, but still wanted to wait and see what happened first.

With Wang Qian's speed, he didn't know when it was time to reach Crying Tomb Ridge.

Although Wang Qian had a difficult journey, he kept gritting his teeth and persevering.

I have seen the hillside of Crying Fort Ridge.

Zhou Yusheng still had no intention of stopping, and Wang Qian could only climb the mountain with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

This is not a tourist attraction, and there should be no buildings on the mountain, so there is no road construction, there is only a small road that has been artificially stepped on. Looking at the weeds on this road, you can guess that no one has come to this place for a long time.

Zhou Yusheng and I are not humans now, and we have no physical bodies. We can go up the mountain with a light flowing lightly, but Wang Qian is extremely difficult.

His steps were getting heavier and heavier, almost dragging his feet.

I originally thought he was in poor physical strength, but gradually realized that something was wrong with his situation.

His body seemed to be under an invisible burden, and when the rain fell on him, it seemed to have an abnormal effect.

Judging from his naked skin outside his clothes, the rain water was like needles, pricking on his skin, leaving blood spots on the skin. There were too many blood spots, and it seemed that Wang Qian's skin turned red. Blood should have oozed out, but because of the heavy rain, the blood was taken away directly. The light was not good. So I realized that something was wrong at this time.

What was wrong was not only Wang Qian's body, but also Wang Qian's mental state.

He seemed to have lost his mind and his eyes were empty and unsightly, and all his movements were due to inertia.

Not only him, Zhou Yusheng floating in front of him also became strange.

I turned my head and looked at the guide who was following the last one.

The guide slowed down and his face was a little twisted. The rain wet his body, but the state he emitted was like a perverted ecstasy in the cave.

I don’t know if it was because of the rain or because of this mood, his body looked trembling.

I didn't understand why, but after floating around with these three people for another period, I suddenly felt the pressure.

This pressure is indescribable. I am very sure it comes from the land under my feet, but it is as solid as it is pressing on my shoulders and on my heart.

I was a little shocked.

The impression that this power brings to me is not malicious, nor is it yin energy, but it has a feeling of righteousness.

I remembered the first day I first entered primary school, as if I was the feeling of seeing the teacher at that time. It was a kind of awe, a feeling of looking up.

Of course, this emotion faded quickly in my later study career. I failed to achieve success and accomplished a career. The people I came into contact with in my life were ordinary. Even when I first joined the company, I encountered the leaders of Minqing City and did not feel this way. On the contrary, when I was traveling, I visited the famous places and historical sites, and saw the thousand-year-old temples, and saw the thousand-year-old ancient trees, and my heart would ripples. However, that was mostly a psychological effect. Just like the first time I met a teacher when I was a child. If I had not had my parents' advice before, I would not have had such great awe of teachers. The feeling of temples and ancient trees was not so much awe of them as awe of that history. If I had not introduced the tour guide and had not hung a nameplate around me, I would not have felt anything about the temples or ancient trees.

However, now, what I feel seems to be the power of the land itself.

The land under my feet seems to be some living creature, and it is born with a shocking force.

In addition, I can really feel its anger, even sadness and anger.

I was in a daze and stopped moving forward.

I suddenly thought of a commission that Aoye and the others handled.

The village where the residents were somewhat feudal and superstitious, and the old lady who guarded the land. In the video, the scene where the old lady and the cat she raised left with rolling black clouds is still fresh in my memory.

Crying Tomb Ridge seemed to be the same as that village.

Zhou Yusheng's figure became unstable, and Wang Qian lay directly on the ground.

The blue veins on the guide's forehead were protruding. He walked step by step, stepped on the muddy mountain road, and walked to Wang Qian.

Wang Qian seemed to feel something and raised his head slightly.

I found that after the two of them looked at each other, the eyes of the guide turned into a mirror.

In an instant, I heard the roar of anger on the ground under my feet. It was like an illusion, or a real existence, and the echoes went away.

Wang Qian screamed in pain, but he did not lie down and move, but instead grabbed the weeds and soil under him and crawled forward frantically.

"No, save me! Save me!" Wang Qian wailed.

Behind him were traces of his crawling past. The ground was faintly red.

I was a little overwhelmed.

Zhou Yusheng had disappeared, only Wang Qian was still crawling.

The guide had a hideous smile on his face.

"The blood of the father-killer, haha, how long can you last?"

I looked at the guide's eyes that shined in the dark rain, felt the vibration of the land, and suddenly made up my mind.

This is a kind of intuition.

In the dark, I seemed to hear the sound of the land.

Just as the old lady Wang Ting said, land can convey will.

I turned around and pressed my hands on the guide's eyes.

The touch under my hands tells me that I have indeed touched the guide.

It's cold, smooth, and doesn't look like eyelids or eyeballs at all.

The touch was like two mirrors.

At this same time, I used my abilities.
Chapter completed!