The suspension bridge sways among the floating clouds. Under the suspension bridge is a bottomless cliff. The sky and the earth seem to be gray. The clouds floating halfway up the mountain are dim. The lush forests on the mountain look like they are covered by a layer of gray cloth, and even the dense forest looks dark.

The entire Luoyue Peak was not angry, and only the vaguely audible call of a ghost was left, which came from the bottom of the cliff in waves. The call of a cry like a thousand-year-old ice falling into the heart, making people feel cold in their hearts.

Yue Ling'er felt that her feet were frozen, sticking to the wooden board of the suspension bridge, and it was extremely difficult to move one step.

Yan Zhu suddenly grabbed the iron chain of the suspension bridge, and his fingers that were holding the suspension bridge turned white and his breathing was rapid.

Yue Ling'er looked back at Yan Zhu: "Young Master Yan, I have no choice. The suspension bridge is almost over, so you can hold on for a while."

Yan Zhu grabbed the chain tightly, looked up at Yue Ling'er and said, "Miss Ling'er, are you holding the incense he gave you?"

Yue Ling'er took out the unlit incense from her arms.

Yan Zhu hurriedly avoided: "Miss Ling'er, you should throw him away."

Yue Ling'er frowned and kicked Xiang back into her arms: "Come with me quickly. You won't feel that uncomfortable when you get to the opposite side."

Yan Zhu bit his lower lip tightly, and bloodshots meandered down his jaw: "Miss Ling'er, please go quickly, go back quickly."

"Go back?" Yue Ling'er looked at the main peak in confusion, then she smiled bitterly and said, "I can't go back."

Yan Zhusi was about to endure the limit. He grabbed the iron chain of the suspension bridge and shook it. The entire suspension bridge swayed in the wind like falling leaves.

Yue Ling'er exclaimed and grabbed the iron chain of the suspension bridge.

Yan Zhu's eyes were red and his voice was hoarse. He tried his best to suppress his voice, which made his voice even more gloomy and terrifying. He mixed in the howling wind, as if it was coming from the bottom of the cliff: "Don't you think about why that person didn't lead me through the peak in person, do you have to come?"

Yan Zhu took a step forward, forcing Yue Ling'er to retreat three steps in a row and fell on the suspension bridge. "Do you think you can live if you do what he said?! There is a barrier on Luoyue Peak. At that time, I am afraid that even if you ask for help, the people from Xuanyue Temple will not have time to save you!"

Yue Ling'er supported her hands on the ground and suddenly stepped back several steps.

"Let you throw away the fragrance in your arms!" Yan Zhu, who has always been gentle and cowardly, has never spoken fiercely like this at this moment.

Yan Zhu rushed towards Yue Ling'er with a tight grip, which scared Yue Ling'er and screamed: "What do you want to do?"

Before Yan Zhu could approach Yue Ling'er, the fragrance had already come to her face.

Yan Zhu quickly held his breath and covered his nose with a gray robe and retreated repeatedly.

Yue Ling'er immediately understood what Yan Zhu looked like. Yan Zhu was afraid of the fragrance in her arms!

Yue Ling'er came from somewhere and was more aroused, and suddenly stood up from the ground. She reached out and took out the incense from her arms and held it high in her hand: "Don't come here!"

Yan Zhu covered his mouth and nose tightly, almost suffocating himself to death.

Yue Ling'er's eyes were filled with tears: "I know Kestrel is not a good person! He must want you to die! If you are resentful, come to take revenge on me in the next life!"

Yan Zhu panted and said, "You don't understand! It's not what you thought! I'm definitely not the only one who died!"

How many people will die? Everyone on Luoyue Peak, or even the people on the main Peak will suffer?

Main peak.

Yuan Yuzhu...

Thinking of Yuan Yuzhu, Yan Zhu stabbed his body with his backhand, piercing his flesh and tightly grasping his collarbone and breaking it. With a "click" sound, Yan Zhu broke his collarbone.

A section of the collarbone, Yan Zhu's gray robe was immediately stained with blood.

His lips were pale, the white hair on his face also faded, the redness in his eyes also dissipated, the fierceness on his face faded, and he returned to his weak scholarly appearance.

"Miss Ling'er, for monsters, damaging the collarbone can temporarily suppress the demonic power. But it's only temporarily, my demonic power will come back. I only have two collarbones and can't last long. You go quickly."

Yue Ling'er held the incense tightly in one hand and tightened the chain with the other: "Young Master Yan, you don't know who you are facing. If I let you go, I have no way to live."

Yue Ling'er made a cruel decision and pulled the iron chain. Yan Zhu fell heavily on the bridge like a stray dog ​​with his neck tied.

"Let's go, Mr. Yan, I can only live if I send you there."

Yue Ling'er dragged Yan Zhu step by step across the suspension bridge and meandered up the narrow mountain road.

The mountain road is extremely narrow, with Luoyuefeng's cell on one side and cliff on the other.

The wind blows from the bottom of the cliff, and if you feel unstable under your feet, you will be blown down by the wind.

Yue Ling'er walked along the cliff wall, and the gravel under her feet kept rolling down to the bottom of the cliff.

The side of the cell is even more shocking than the cliff.

Luoyuefeng's cell is small, and even a woman cannot stand up straight inside, not to mention that most of the people who are imprisoned there are men or adult monsters.

Those people could only kneel or curl up in small cells, and their legs had long been deformed.

What's even more terrifying is that the long-term wind and sun exposure made those people no longer see their original appearance. The flesh and flesh seemed to be dried, and they were wrinkled on the bones. Every inch of bone, every meridian, and even the curved blood vessels under the skin can be clearly seen.

These people are like air-dried wax figures without any vitality.

In other words, these are just corpses that were not buried after death.

Yue Ling'er passed by the prison door, and pulled Yan Zhu who was staggering behind her.

Yue Ling'er was shocked to see it and wanted to stay away from these people, but she had no choice but to walk along the cage with a narrow mountain road.

The sound of the wind blowing from the bottom of the cliff makes people feel numb after burst.

"KaKaKa" a few skeleton sounds came beside him.

Yue Ling'er paused, and her heart suddenly rose to her throat. She turned her head stiffly and saw a mummy in the prison door moving.

The mummy's skin was wrinkled against the bones, and it turned gray-brown, with white hair falling, and her eyelids wrinkled into a pile in the sunken eye sockets, with her eyeballs protruding as if only the whites were left.

The slight sound of the bone came from the man's neck. He turned around and looked at Yue Ling'er. His skin, which seemed to have been dry, actually pulled the muscles on his face, and burst into laughter.

The mummy suddenly moved and rushed towards the prison door.

Yue Ling'er screamed and almost slipped down from the cliff.

Fortunately, the mummy was tied with an iron chain, so he knelt on the ground, stretched out his hands and could only scrub the railings.

One of Yue Ling'er's hand had already landed on the edge of the cliff, and her hand tightly clinged to the edge of the sharp stone on the edge of the cliff.

Seeing that the man was tied up by iron chains, Yue Ling'er calmed down. She got up from the ground, her legs and feet were still shaking.
Chapter completed!