He ran for a long time before finally leaving far away from the seemingly prosperous place, but now it seemed like a ghost gate.

He didn't know where he was running, he only knew that he was running forward, non-stop.

And when he arrived at a place filled with deserted graves, he suddenly found that the footsteps that had disappeared appeared again.

However, at this time, he really couldn't run anymore, so he gritted his teeth, got into the cemetery nearby, leaned on the back of a grave bag, and breathed softly.

However, as those footsteps got closer and closer, he didn't even dare to breathe anymore. He leaned against the grave without moving, thinking in his mind what he should do if they discovered his hiding place!

Keep running away?

But, can he escape?

Now he regrets more and more that he did not practice martial arts properly with his master. He only learned Fu Shui from his master when he was greedy for cold weather in summer.

But now, in the winter when water turns to ice, even if there is a river in front of him, can he really escape through it?

At this time, he secretly made up his mind that after returning home, he must practice martial arts with his master and never be in such a mess again.

But, can he still go back?

Suddenly, there was a "plop" sound and something fell in front of him. He was so frightened that he almost screamed and almost ran away.

However, when he saw clearly what fell in front of him, he felt that his blood was almost solidifying!

His master, who looked extremely honest but had superb martial arts skills, who had just shouted to him, "Run forward as hard as you can, don't look back," was staring at him with a pair of white eyes.

With the bright moonlight tonight, he could even clearly see the small black mole on the corner of his mouth. He could also see more clearly that the only thing that fell in front of him at this time was the master's head, and he had no idea about his body.

Where have you gone!

At this time, except for the violent beating of his heart and the buzzing in his head, he could hear nothing else!

He felt that his soul was almost being sucked away by his master's eyes. He even felt that the next moment, his master's head would fly up and pounce on him, and he would laugh loudly and shout to him, "Good disciple!"

You really listened to my teacher, and you must continue to listen in the future!"

He shivered immediately and felt a chill on his back. His inner clothes were already soaked through, and the night wind blew up and made him feel bitingly cold.

And this coldness finally made him wake up again.

At this time, he didn't dare to express his anger, and quietly waited for the killers who sent Master here to leave.

However, their footsteps rang in this mass grave for so long that in the end, he felt so numb that he couldn't tell whether it was the footsteps of the killers, the footsteps of wild dogs, or the footsteps of weasels digging into the graves.

The sound of the hole...or something else...

Chapter 294 Goblin

Every time he wanted to move his already stiff body, he saw the master's unblinking eyes. He seemed to be warning him that the danger had not been eliminated and that he would continue to wait motionless.
Chapter completed!