Chapter 980 2.416 Strong Enemy Approaching

Qiao Mu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, was she being despised by a brat?

"What else did Master Kongyin say?"

"Master said that ghosts are a collection of grievances and grievances, and they are born with the power of evil spirits. Oh, there used to be a spell master who wanted to kill villagers and deliberately created ghosts in order to practice a forbidden technique called Xuanyin spell."

Qiao Mu nodded in understanding, "I see. I haven't learned the God's Charm so far."

"Then it's no wonder you are ignorant." The little monk sighed pretending to be old.

Qiao Mu's small mouth twitched slightly, and as soon as he raised his hand, he rubbed his little bald head, "Speak well, and don't be weird."

"Female benefactor, can you really not see ghosts?" The little monk casually pointed forward.

"can not see."

It was strange that Qiao Mu couldn't see ghosts.

After all, the little monk opened his eyes to her.

These ghosts probably don't look too beautiful, and it doesn't matter if they can't be seen.

While the two of them were talking, they heard the rustling sound in the ruins in front of them, and there was a slight movement.

Suddenly, an ugly corpse puppet with one leg and one hand jumped out of it. The flesh on its body was almost rotten, and it felt like a bone frame was moving.

"Wow!" The little monk stretched out his hand subconsciously, and hugged Qiao Mu's neck tightly.

The next moment, when Qiao Mu raised his arm, a Wujin arrow shot the bone corpse puppet flying, and landed heavily on the ground.

As soon as she made a move, the headshot was naturally killed, and the corpse puppet would definitely not be able to get up again.

Qiao Mu put down the Wulian Crossbow in his hand, and looked at the corpse puppet with a slightly dazed expression.

Years later, she couldn't even recognize who this person was.

Or maybe, even if he recognized him, he would still shoot him.

Qiao Mu pursed his lips, but didn't speak again.

After paying attention to the surrounding area again, seeing that there was no other movement, he stepped forward.

After so many years, the nearby villages like Weijia Village, which is close to Qiaotou Village, probably all the villagers fled to death, and almost all the corpse puppets left this barren area to hunt for food.

"Female benefactor, you used to live here?" The little monk put his arms around her neck and asked softly, "Are you in a bad mood?"

"Well, don't talk." Qiao Mu quickly walked towards Mulan Mountain with the child in his arms.

Along the way, we can see the tragedy of Qiaotou Village at that time.

Most of the villagers should have escaped, and those whose bodies were torn apart did not become corpse puppets, but because of their resentment, they became ghosts in the mouth of the little monk.

"If my senior brothers hadn't gone out for a wandering, they could help the villagers here." The little monk muttered.

Qiao Mu didn't pay attention to him anymore, and walked with Qingluan in his arms towards Mt. Lan.

Although she has not returned for many years, she still remembers some trails.

Qiao Mu took a shortcut all the way to the stone forest, looked around, "Did you find anything?"

The little monk shook his head.

"Shouldn't we use the startling dagger first to open this secret realm of inheritance?" Qiao Mu muttered to himself.

The Jinghong dagger flew out of her abyss of knowledge, hovering above her head.

Suddenly, a cyan figure slid across the air, stretched out a giant palm and grabbed Jinghongdagger abruptly.

"Looking for death." Qiao Mu's eyes flickered, and he threw out several hidden weapons with his hands.

The dark wind blew in, and the giant palm shrank suddenly.

Qiao Mu's eyes were cold, and he looked intently.