After the heavy rain, there was a lot of water in the open space in front of the mountain temple, and the water was crimson. Wang Fu had never seen such a situation and was almost frightened to faint.

Mr. Zhao and others are old people, so they are not afraid. They hold weapons in their hands and rush out to see what they want.

"Third Master, it's a horse, something happened to the horse!"

Zhou Yang looked up and shouted.

Three horses that were originally tied under the tree fell to the ground, motionless, and lost their breath.

Seeing this, Master Zhao was shocked and distressed.

The price of horses is no worse than that of cattle. When raising them, feeding them every day is much more expensive. These three good horses have stable feet and are in their prime. They are rare good horses in the escort agency, but they all die here.

Death quietly!

Mr. Zhao San is an internal martial artist. He has a very smart ear and hearing skills. However, he did not hear any abnormal movements in the temple before. I wonder if it was covered by the sound of wind and rain? Or was the other party's attack too fiercely and the attack was fatal, causing the horse to be unable to make a neighing sound.

He stepped forward and soon saw a big hole in the horse's huge head, and the blood flowed continuously, dyeing the water on the ground red.

The causes of death of three horses are exactly the same.

Master Zhao San couldn't help but gasp.

The horse head and human head are both relatively hard parts. They can penetrate the horse head with one hand, which shows that the force is fierce. Moreover, the wound is quite large, and it doesn’t seem to be caused by human hands at all.

Zhou Yang swallowed: "San Master, look?"

Mr. Zhao's face looked gloomy and said one by one: "It is not done by humans, or there may be evil spirits."

"What should I do?"

Zhang Hong felt a little upset.

If he was facing bandits and thieves, he would not panic at all, but the current strange situation would be different.

They were plagued by the wind and rain, and they were knowledgeable. Over time, they formed a set of industry rules and some taboos. The first thing was: to see evil spirits, avoid them and take a detour!

In a word, you must never touch it, so as not to get involved in the body and die of a bad life.

Because evil spirits are not something that ordinary people can deal with.

The existence of evil spirits has a long history, but they just don’t appear at any time. In people’s cognition, it is equivalent to a legend, far away from daily life, so far that it doesn’t need to be paid attention to...

In this way, it is naturally impossible to understand. Only the sorcerers who practice Taoism can study this and master the method of restraint.

Mr. Zhao looked up and glanced around, and hesitated in his heart: If he left, the more than ten missing escort agencies would be abandoned. Although they may have encountered an unexpected situation, as the saying goes, "I have to see people in my life and I have to see the corpse in my life." There must be an explanation; but if I don't leave and continue to investigate, I will be trapped in the quagmire and I will not be able to leave myself.

Facing mysterious unknown things, people's hearts are inevitably panicked.

At this time, Zhou Yang suggested: "Third Master, why don't we go back first and invite Taoist Master Zhan?"

The "Master Zhan" he mentioned was Zhan Yangchun, the Taoist priest from Fushan Temple, who pointed out the resentment in Chen Tang that day.

"Yes, Master Zhan master masters master magic. Only when he comes can he break this evil spirit."

Zhang Hong echoed.

Those who run escort agencies pay the most attention to broad communication and connections. Whether it is the underworld or white, or even outsiders, or all the various abilities, they basically have relationships. Mr. Zhao San has made many friends, including this Taoist Zhan.

Mr. Zhao thought for a while: "Well, let's go!"

On the other side, Chen Tang helped Wang Fu walk out of the temple. Seeing the red blood, Wang Fu's legs became weak, and he saw three horses dying on the ground, all his body seemed to be soft. If it weren't for Chen Tang's support, he would have sat on the ground.

"Chen Xiucai, it is not advisable to stay here for a long time. Go down the mountain as soon as possible."

Mr. Zhao shouted.

"good."

Chen Tang had no extra nonsense. If he hadn't been blocked by the heavy rain, he would have wanted to leave long ago.

As soon as the group arrived at the intersection of the mountain road, a fog suddenly rolled out from the forest below. A large gray area spread everywhere, covering the mountain in an instant. People were in it, and they couldn't see clearly when they were two or three steps away.

"What's this?"

"How come it's so foggy for no reason..."

Everyone was panicked and shouted.

Mr. Zhao shouted in a deep voice: "Don't panic, don't get separated!"

But in my heart, the other party killed the horse first, obviously to break their hope of riding a horse and escaping, and wanted to keep them.

Huh!

A black shadow suddenly flew across the fog, and a glance seemed like a person.

"Who!"

Master Zhao San shouted loudly, condensed his energy and punched him out.

This punch simply exerted his lifelong skills, with the wind coming from the tiger and the sound of wind and thunder faintly.

Boom!

The fist force was everywhere, and a fog was blown away and shocked.

Unfortunately, the mysterious figure flashed and was not hit.

The speed is so fast, it's simply incredible, like a ghost!

Even though Mr. Zhao has experienced many battles and has been through life and death, he can't help but sweat, and shouts: "Zhou Yang and Zhang Hong, lead the way down the mountain!"

But if I know that I am trapped here, I am afraid I will not be able to get out.

When the rain was pouring, there was lightning and thunder. In rumors, most evil spirits were restrained by thunder and were afraid of fear. But it seemed to be divided into types, such as ghosts without physical bodies, who were most afraid of thunder and did not dare to emerge at all. Although other monsters and monsters were afraid of something, they did not dare to move. Those who practiced for many years and had a climate were even more courageous. Just like before, the buffalo went crazy and the horse died, both happened under the lightning and thunder.

Now that the heavy rain has stopped and the thunder has subsided, the evil spirit dares to come out swaying, stir up the fog, and choose people to eat them.

After hearing the instructions, Zhou Yang and the others quickly groped in the fog and looked for a path to go down the mountain.

Wang Fu was so scared that his whole body was weak. He grabbed Chen Tang's arm with one hand and almost scratched Chen Tang's sleeves. Before he could understand, he kept asking in a trembling voice: "No, no, what happened?"

Chen Tang was also a little confused at this moment. He didn't want to sit and wait for death. He broke here without understanding and had to comfort him, "It's okay... just follow me."

Wang Fu cried and said, "But my legs are shaking so hard that I can't walk anymore!"

Now his legs are as soft as two noodles, and they can't stand firmly.

Chen Tang sighed: "Then I will carry you."

He reached out to put his back on his back, but fortunately, Wang Fu was thin and not heavy, so he should be able to bear it down the mountain with his back.

Swish!

At this moment, the mysterious shadow in the fog in front of him appeared again. Zhang Hong, who was walking in front, was shocked and subconsciously slashed away, but it was cut in vain. Then he felt the right wrist holding the knife cooled down and was pinched by one hand.

That hand was very cold, as cold as ice.

Zhang Hong was horrified and screamed. Before he could react, he was dragged into the thick fog by the other party, and then screamed in pain...

"Zhang Hong!"
Chapter completed!