Tang Ling looked at the moon in the sky and stared blankly. Although his expression was so calm, his heart was as shocked as the waves.

"Why is it the yellow moon? Is the reality reflected in the Dream Realm real reality?" Tang Ling was confused.

Nanligang - The dead are hard to leave, and the living are hard to leave.

It is hard to get away from, but they must be separated here.

The crescent moon is over, and the drizzle day is over, and the cold night wind is blowing, but the people who come here do not have any grief.

The torch burned through, making everyone's face feel uneasy.

Two new tombs have been dug up and the coffin is empty.

It seemed that he had expected such a result. Tang Ling, who was already the backbone of everyone, looked very calm.

He stared at the sky blankly, as if he was only interested in the hazy moon in the sky.

He said nothing, making people stand here, panic and unable to guess what he was thinking.

"Second Master Tang. What do you think?" At this moment, someone finally couldn't help but step forward and asked Tang Ling.

Tang Ling shook her head and said, "What else can I think? There are always several people dead in the villages."

"As for whether there will be anything else to happen in Qingxi Town? It's hard to say, hard to say."

In Tang Ling's mind, the whole incident had already outlined a vague outline, and now he needs some information.

Just a little information is enough. He wants to go to the county and borrow the county annals and read them.
Chapter completed!