Shen Sui waited all night on Lin Huaizhu's bed, until the golden morning light came in through the window, and he finally confirmed his previous guess——

Lin Huaizhu was forcibly left in the mass grave by Li Gui.

No wonder Li Gui wanted to take away his memory, because he didn't want him to know Lin Huaizhu's whereabouts.

If Shen Sui really lost the memory of last night, Lin Huaizhu disappeared for nothing, he would never think of the mass grave, he would only think that Lin Huaizhu left silently, or was taken away by someone.

The current plot has completely deviated from the original work, and Shen Sui can't predict what will happen in the future.

Sitting cross-legged on Lin Huaizhu's bed, he felt a little troubled.

Although he knew that Lin Huaizhu was detained by Li Gui and sent to the mass grave, how should he save people?

Shen Yuanshan left Shen's house early yesterday morning, he didn't know where he was going to do business, let alone when he would come back.

It is unrealistic for Shen Sui and the two brushes to rescue Lin Huaizhu alone, and it is even more unrealistic for Qin Hongzheng to come forward to save people.

Let alone whether Qin Hongzheng will care, even if she saves people for his sake, if the ghost reveals that Lin Huaizhu practiced kung fu with him these days, Qin Hongzheng will definitely kill Lin Huaizhu,To avoid future troubles.

And he wanted to take the rescuers to the mass grave, how could he explain to Lin Huaizhu that he didn't lose this memory?

Shen Sui couldn't think of any of the problems before him, so he didn't dare to rescue Lin Huaizhu rashly.

The most urgent task is to conceal Lin Huaizhu's disappearance first, and not let other people in the mansion know, especially Qin Hongzheng.

Shen Sui patted his cheeks, took a deep breath, walked out of the room with his usual expression, and asked others not to enter Lin Huaizhu's room to disturb him, saying that he had suffered from a cold.

After going to Qin Hongzheng's yard for breakfast, Shen Sui found an excuse not to go to the martial arts hall, and when he came back, he locked himself in the room trying to rescue Lin Huaizhu.

People must be saved, and the sooner the better.

Although Li Gui would not kill Lin Huaizhu, he would not be able to do without torture. He was already difficult to deal with, and after this experience, he would be even more difficult to talk to.

The geographical location of Yuelin City is extremely superior. The Qingjiao Seaport to the west is the commercial and commercial place between Tianlin mainland and other regions. It is very prosperous. The north is surrounded by mountains and there are two Lingshi mines.

The barren mountain where the mass grave is located is just one of the Yuelin City. It is surrounded by steep and dangerous peaks, like four evil dragons entrenched, besieging the mass grave.

The sun does not shine, and the night does not disperse the yin. It is a fierce place.

There are more than a thousand unnamed graves in the mass graves, and countless people died. Even in the sweltering summer, the place is still very dark.

Two strong men wearing linen hemp shoes carried the moldy and damp wooden planks up the barren hill towards the mass grave.

Lying on the wooden plank was a dead body with a white cloth covering its face. It was a foreigner who had suddenly suffered from a serious illness.

The square-faced man who was walking behind looked at a section of grave rising out of the lush vegetation, his eyes flickered, and the expression of fear on his face became even more serious.

The square-faced man said: "Why don't we carry it here and don't go any further."

The other person said, "What's the hurry, isn't this the mass grave yet?"

"I'm not in a hurry, I'm afraid! Haven't you heard that many strong men have disappeared from the town for no reason? Everyone is rumoring that it's evil spirits. This kind of place is the most sinister, so we should not wait any longer."

"Fuck the fuck, I've been collecting corpses for seven or eight years, and I've come here five or six hundred times. If there's really evil in this place, I'd have gone west to see my ancestors."

"That's true. If there is something evil, it is probably a dirty thing passing by."

Even though he said so, the square-faced man shrank his neck a bit as soon as he entered the mass grave.

He swallowed hard, and quickly glanced around.

The mass grave is still the mass grave in the past——

Overgrown with weeds, there are traces of birds and beasts everywhere, and there are paper money burned by someone who does not know in the pile of rocks.

He has been to this place seven or eight times, but he still feels uncomfortable, and goose bumps appear on his thick, hairy arms.

The square-faced man begged, "Brother Zhao, let's stop going inside and just bury people in this entrance, can I beg you?"

The bearded Brother Zhao sneered, "You're the only one who has the guts to collect corpses?"

The square-faced man let out a laugh.

Brother Zhao didn't make things difficult for him, "Okay, put him down and bury him here, I'm too lazy to leave."

The square-faced man responded happily, put down the board, picked up the shovel that was placed next to the corpse, spit twice on the palm of his hand, and prepared to dig a grave.

A gust of wind blew, and the blades of grass swayed. At first glance, it looked like the waves of the sea, and it seemed that some giant reptiles were wriggling in the grass.

The square-faced man couldn't help but shrunk his neck again, gripped the shovel tightly and swung his arms and hoeed down, shoveling out a puddle of blood.

The blood gushed out like a spring, gurgling.

The square-faced man let out a scream, and was about to ask Brother Zhao for advice on what was going on, when he turned his head and saw that there was nothing beside him, but there was a dead body lying on the place where he was shoveling dirt.

The dead body was in a miserable state, its head was opened by an iron tool, and the blood flowed out together with the white brain.

The dead body wore the same linen clothes and sandals as himself, and a black belt one inch wide was tied around his waist.

This dead body is clearly Brother Zhao.

The square-faced man rolled his eyes white with fright, and nearly passed out.

A gap suddenly opened on the originally flat ground, and a green-haired arm stretched out from the gap, dragging him down.

The square-faced man was dragged into a cave.

The light in the cave was very dark, except for a dark green lantern with a human head.

Sitting next to the lantern was a seven or eight-year-old child. The ghostly light shone on his brows and eyes. Even though his face was so beautiful that it was not like ordinary people, it still sent chills down his spine.

The square-faced man opened his mouth, trying to yell out, as if he was dumbfounded.

Until he heard the sound of chewing raw meat and bones, his eyes passed over the beautiful but weird boy, and looked behind him.

A person that does not resemble a person, something that does not resemble a ghost is gnawing on the dead corpse that has been opened, its tongue is as long as a poisonous snake's letter, its fangs are green, and it is extremely terrifying.

The square-faced man's eyes swelled, his lips twitched twice, and then he fell straight on the ground, frightened to death.

The creepy chewing sound continued, but Lin Huaizhu's complexion did not change.

After the ghost swallowed the dead body whole, he dragged the square-faced man over, took out his internal organs, and gorged himself.

Li Gui's limbs were locked with Xuantian chains as thick as a sea bowl, and the iron chains made a dull rattling sound when he moved.

This is Li Gui's real body.

It was also the first time Lin Huaizhu met, and the other party was always shown as a black mist before.

After eating these two people, Li Gui still seemed dissatisfied, just like the low-level hungry ghost, he couldn't restrain his mouth.

This is a manifestation of low cultivation.

Li Gui gloomily licked the blood from his lips. He has been suppressed here for hundreds of years, and his current cultivation level is so low that he is even worse than a hungry ghost.

If he hadn't been awakened with blood by this yellow-mouthed child, he would have dissipated his three hundred years of cultivation in the raging sun, and then turned into dust and disappeared from the world.

It was his luck to meet this child in the last year, which shows that God does not want him to die in such a humiliation.

Looking at the white and tender face under the solitary lamp, Li Gui's throat was as uncomfortable as charcoal, and the tip of his nose moved unconsciously.

Even through a layer of flesh, he could smell the child's blood.

As expected of a descendant of Nan Lingyun's family.

Li Gui licked his lips hungrily, staring like a wolf at the throbbing thin flesh on Lin Huaizhu's side neck.

That place is a delicacy in the world to him, a gluttonous feast.

In the end, he still couldn't hold back the hunger, showed his sharp and dense fangs, pierced into Lin Huaizhu's wrist, greedily sucking the sweet blood.

This was not the first time Li Gui had eaten his blood, but it hadn't been so ruthless before. Since he was imprisoned here, this was the fifth time.

Lin Huaizhu's face was like gold paper, and his lips were covered with a layer of pale frost, dizzy and cold due to excessive blood loss.

But he didn't make a sound, and even though his wrist was bitten open, he never cried out in pain.

I have to live.

Lin Huaizhu told himself that he hadn't taken revenge yet, nor had he let this evil ghost taste his suffering.

So he can't die here.

Fearing that Lin Huaizhu would lose blood and die, Li Gui forcibly suppressed his inner desire, removed the fangs from his wrist, and performed a simple repair operation to restore the wound to its original state.

Afterwards, he shook off Lin Huaizhu and dragged the long and heavy chain to a clean place to practice.

Lin Huaizhu didn't eat for a night and a day, and fell down on the damp ground exhausted, and fell asleep soon after.

During this period, Lin Huaizhu was sweating hot and cold, and dreamed of the night when the Lin family was destroyed, blood mixed with screams.

Uncle Fu tightly covered his eyes, not allowing him to see his father and uncle being pierced through the throat by a spirit sword.

Lin Huaizhu also dreamed of that woman.

She was locked in a dark room with a haggard face and a thin figure, but her eyes were as solid as ice. The moment she looked at him, she stung him with the undisguised disgust in her eyes.

Lin Huaizhu woke up from the nightmare, he opened his eyelids and saw a small phantom.

Lin Huaizhu only saw a thin piece of paper figurine crouching on his arm when his eyes regained focus.

A pair of eyes the size of rice beans were dotted with ink on the paper man's head, which looked extremely funny.

Seeing that Lin Huaizhu woke up with his eyes open, the little paper figurine seemed very happy, and gave him a hug with its head.

This is……

That wacky paper kid he cut out?

After recognizing the little paper figurine, Lin Huaizhu raised his eyes warily and looked in the direction of Li Gui.

The other party has already got back into the strange coffin with red top and black bottom.

Lin Huaizhu held his breath and listened quietly for a while, the coffin was always quiet, and the ghost seemed to be practicing inside.

Lin Huaizhu raised his cuffs, and the little paper figurine crawled in knowingly.

It climbed along Lin Huaizhu's sleeves to his shoulders, squeezed out from the skirt, and then turned over to let Lin Huaizhu look at its back.

On the back of the little paper figurine was written a line of words in gold ink - I will come to save you.

After staying with Shen Sui these days, he still knows his calligraphy, Lin Huaizhu.

Seeing these words, Lin Huaizhu's first reaction was not emotion and gratitude, but confusion.

Li Gui clearly erased Shen Sui's memory, why did he know that he was in the mass grave, and how did this little paper man enter the cave?

Although the little paper man understands human nature, he can't speak, so naturally he can't answer Lin Huaizhu's questions.