"Beautifully done!" Lei Jun sat on the ground with a happy smile on his face, and took out some wine to drink.
Lin Fan also sat down after finishing his work. At this time, a disciple had already served him beef jerky and wine.
Lin Fan didn't stand on ceremony, and started eating and drinking right away.
The other disciples weren't as relaxed as the two of them. Seeing the four disciples with their brains dug out and their tragic deaths, they all felt distressed.
They knew in their hearts that they couldn't compare to Lin Fan and Lei Jun. If another wave of bronze-armored corpses came, they would probably also die tragically like the four disciples.
At this time, they were in low spirits. Some were drinking in large gulps, trying to numb themselves with alcohol, while others were silent, looking depressed and gloomy.
At this time, Lei Jun said excitedly, "Lin Fan, this one still isn't satisfying enough. Take a rest and hurry to Agonizing Eagle Stream. It'll be more satisfying if we do an even bigger one."
Hearing this, the fourteen disciples looked at Lei Jun. Seeing Lei Jun's excited appearance, they wanted nothing more than to slap him to death.
Lin Fan also didn't want to see any more brothers sacrificed. Seeing this situation, he walked over and said, "Brothers, do you still want to continue?"
The fourteen people were silent and didn't answer. They were obviously hesitant.
Lei Jun looked over and said with a frown, "You guys go back. Lin Fan and I are going to do a big one in a while. You guys will just be throwing your lives away if you follow."
Lin Fan said, "Brothers, today's harvest isn't small, but bronze-armored corpses are too scary. If you guys want to go back, then take the zombie heads and report back."
Saying this, Lin Fan mounted his horse, and so did Lei Jun. However, when the two of them rode forward about a hundred meters, the fourteen disciples followed them again.
They could go back and report back, but after that, they still had to go out of the city to kill zombies and face the Black Tiger's disciples. If they followed Lin Fan, they still had a chance of survival. If they didn't, then they would die.
Living in this chaotic world, no one could live in peace.
If you don't practice martial arts, you can lose your life at any time.
After learning martial arts, one must constantly become stronger, constantly charge forward, and constantly take risks.
In this world, being able to live was actually a kind of luck.
On the way to Hawk's Grieving Ravine, he encountered another bronze-armored corpse.
Fortunately, there were only two beasts this time. Lin Fan and Lei Jun took the initiative to attack. They killed one beast and chased the other away. In the end, no one was hurt.
But it also made the fourteen disciples restless.
Lin Fan obtained another 53 strands of Corpse Qi, which was not a problem.
Fortunately, they didn't encounter any bronze-armored corpses along the way to Eagle's Worry Stream.
Eagle's Grieving Stream, A Line of Sky.
The group of people stood on high ground at the entrance of the Agonizing Eagle Stream, gazing at the deep and serene mountain stream.
They saw towering cliffs, the stream was a hundred meters deep, and the mist was heavy. The mist was sometimes gray and black, sometimes purple, and sometimes purple. They didn't know if it was because of the light or if there was some other strange thing, but in short, the clouds and mist covered everything. They couldn't see through it, and they could only see a few dozen meters in front of them.
Not to mention the inside of the stream, all around, as far as the eye could see, there wasn't a single bird. Not even a single tree grew. There didn't seem to be a single living thing in a radius of several miles.
The group of people stared blankly.
Even the aggressive and brave Lei Jun was silent at this time. He didn't have the urge to enter the stream.
Suddenly, a sound came from the stream. That sound was vague and indistinct. They couldn't tell what it was. It wasn't a human, nor was it a beast. It seemed like a ghost, but it wasn't a ghost. It seemed like a demon, but it wasn't a demon, and it definitely didn't sound like a zombie. It was very mysterious and strange. Although it wasn't mournful, it inexplicably made people's hearts palpitate.
"We didn't come in vain today. At least we got to see the legendary Eagle's Worry Stream." Lin Fan's scalp tingled from that sound. He said, "Let's go.
Let's get out of here. "
He felt that if they didn't leave now, the group of people might not be able to control themselves and charge into the stream.
Everyone turned around and rode their horses away. As if by prior agreement, they all urged their horses to move faster. At this time, even the horses under them seemed to have sensed some kind of danger and sped up.
Because the Eagle's Worry Stream was relatively far from the city, when they were still a kilometer away from the city, the sky was already turning dark.
"Hurry up. Let's try to get back to the city before it's completely dark." Lin Fan ordered.
Although everyone was tired at this time, they didn't dare to be careless at all. They continued to urge their horses to move faster.
Only Lei Jun followed behind with some disdain.
Suddenly, he let out a strange cry, "There's a ghost."
When everyone turned around in shock, he let out a mischievous laugh, "Ahahahaha … Why are you all so scared? Could it be that ghosts are even scarier than bronze-armored corpses …"
Everyone looked behind. Not only did they not relax, the expressions on their faces became even more nervous.
Lei Jun sneered and shrugged, "What are you all still looking at?
I'm just joking. There are no ghosts. If there were ghosts, they would've been scared away by me. Hahahaha … "
Everyone was still looking behind them. Their expressions didn't ease in the slightest.
Only now did Lei Jun feel that something was wrong. He hurriedly turned around to look.
It was fine if he didn't look, but when he did, his scalp immediately tingled.
It was a skinny old man in a black robe. He wore a pointed hat and held a walking stick. The walking stick was carved with a few skulls.
His face was haggard and sinister. He stared at them with a fierce and venomous gaze.
This wasn't scary. What was scary was that the old man's body had left the ground and was sitting cross-legged in the air.
In any case, in Lin Fan's eyes, this old man was either a ghost in human form or an immortal flying in the air.
But the latter was obviously not very likely. Otherwise, the appearance of an immortal would be too subversive.
Lei Jun shrank back. Although he was scared, he still wanted to be brave. At this moment, he yelled at the old man, "F * ck, are you a human or a ghost? What are you trying to do sneaking around?"
The old man laughed sinisterly. His laughter was very unpleasant and made one's scalp tingle. "Tsk tsk, I'm looking for talents. Young man, you're very good. I have high hopes for you. Work hard, young man …"
Hearing this, Lin Fan's heart skipped a beat.
The same words were said to him by that heretic old man in Sanmiao Village.
Lin Fan subconsciously felt that this old man wasn't a ghost. Instead, he was … a heretic cultivator.
At this moment, he looked at the void beneath the old man's feet. He circulated his Qi and blood and focused on his eyes. However, he couldn't see anything.
"That's right. I'll work hard to improve myself. Then, I'll come and kill you!" Lei Jun forced himself to calm down and mustered up his courage to shout at the old man.
"Tsk tsk … very good. Then I'll wait for you to come and kill me." After saying this, the old man's gaze passed over Lei Jun and looked at Lin Fan.
Lin Fan's heart skipped a beat when he was stared at by the old man.
Motherf * cker, what are you looking at me for?
Lin Fan's heart pounded, but he didn't say anything.
The old man's gaze seemed to be fixed on Lin Fan. At this moment, he also didn't say anything.
The old man's actions made Lin Fan's hair stand on end.
He waved his hand and shouted, "Let's go.
Quickly return to the city. "
After saying this, he urged his horse to gallop away without looking back.
Lin Fan realized that the sinister old man wasn't flying. Otherwise, they would've been dead long ago.
What the old man was riding, or rather, carrying, was a powerful ghost.
That ghost could hide from his eyes. Naturally, it was very powerful. Its level wouldn't be lower than that of a fiendish spirit.
To be able to ride such a ghost, it naturally had to be very powerful.