The team led by Zhao Chenghuang, numbering 23, was silently walking through the dark forest.

The trails under our feet extend in all directions, criss-crossing and criss-crossing. If we go to any wrong fork, the team composed of officials and casual cultivators will be trapped in the maze forest.

The method they adopted was the same as that of Zhang Yuanqing's team. Each person memorized a part of the route, and the twenty-three brains jointly memorized the maze route.

And because the number of people is dominant, some people remember the route repeatedly, which can prevent the accidental death of someone and cause the route to be lost.

The sound of chaotic footsteps echoed in the quiet dense forest, and the layers of branches and leaves would occasionally make a "rustling" sound due to the night wind.

It became more and more silent and gloomy.

Several fire masters held high the "torch" and made selfless dedication to bring light to everyone.

As they walked, Sun Miaomiao frowned and said in a low voice:

"The Yin Qi in the vicinity has intensified."

Zhao Chenghuang said "hmm": "It seems that there are other dangers in the maze. If it's a resentful spirit, it's easy."

There are eight night wandering gods here, even if it is a resentful spirit in the realm of saints, it can still make it lose its soul.

Just as Sun Miaomiao was about to speak, she suddenly saw a black shadow hanging on the top of a tree in front of her.

Looking intently, it was a hanged corpse, wearing a dusty mountaineering suit, hanging straight in the air, dead for a long time.

The face of the corpse was covered with corpse spots, the flesh was blue-gray, and the eyes were closed.

"Hey, there seems to be a corpse there."

The law-abiding walkers behind saw the hanged ghost hanging in the air by the light of the torches.

"It seems to be a climber, er, I have seen a climber in the outer layer, I didn't expect there to be a climber in the maze."

"Be careful, the climbers are not from our mountain god camp."

Everyone approached cautiously and slowly.

Suddenly, the corpse hanging in the treetops opened its eyes.

A pair of blood-red pupils, with twisted and weird runes printed in the pupils.

Sun Miaomiao only felt a "boom" in her brain, as if someone had hit her head with a stick, and she lost all consciousness.

The next moment, her dizzy pupils regained their aura, and she broke free from the dizziness.

At the critical moment, she transferred all the negative influence to the spiritual servant.

Bewitching eyes? Is this corpse affected by the power of evil cultivators? While Sun Miaomiao was thinking about it, she heard heavy breathing beside her and behind her.

She trembled in her heart, and looked back.

I saw the Lawful Walkers behind them all with distorted expressions, heavy breathing, and the desire to kill flashed in their red eyes.

And beside her, except for Maoshan Warlock, Yuan Ting, and Zhao Chenghuang, who completed the extreme operation (letting the spirit servant take the blame), the other night wandering gods have been tricked one after another.

"These guys are bewitched."

The pawn who crossed the river came with a solemn face, he was the only one sober besides Sun Miaomiao and the other four. JrNovels.com