Hearing those terrifying sounds in the blizzard around him, Yang Xuming's mood did not fluctuate.

He stood in the blizzard, slightly covering his face, letting the cold storm and snow roar and cover everything.

He knew that this was what Li Gui wanted to show him.

As for whether those terrifying voices wanted to frighten him, or to cover up the little actions of the ghosts in the snowstorm, it was unclear.

Standing in the wind and snow, Yang Xuming slowly raised the bell in his hand.

Give it a shake.

Bell Bell Bell——

The harsh and crisp bell ring suddenly spread in the wind and snow.

The crisp voice seemed to have some indescribable magic power, and the sound waves were everywhere, and all the wind and snow actually dispersed.

Finally, Yang Xuming found himself standing in a small courtyard with blood everywhere.

He did not know when he was full of people.

All of them had sullen faces, splattered with blood, pale faces and indifferent eyes, just like moving corpses.

Standing among these people, Yang Xuming is a completely different kind.

In an instant, everyone's eyes turned to Yang Xuming.

Those strange and cold eyes were filled with an indescribable sense of oppression.

Even Yang Xuming couldn't help his heart beat - these figures didn't look like mere phantoms.

Without hesitation, Yang Xuming directly swung up the big sword in his hand and slashed heavily at all the shadows around him.

The hilt of the shofar skeleton shines in the flames of the snowy night!

In an instant, all the shadows around Yang Xuming retreated away from him.

Standing in the middle of the crowd, Yang Xuming was immediately surrounded by isolation.

The strange corpses in the small courtyard coldly surrounded Yang Xuming and stared at him, but they did not approach.

Pale snowflakes fell, making people feel the bone cold.

Yang Xuming frowned and glanced around, subconsciously clenching Frostmourne.

These corpse-like figures are definitely not phantoms.

It's just a ghost.

Every person's shadow gave him a strong feeling, and that kind of horror and horror was definitely not something that a phantom could create.

It can be said that this is the first time that Yang Xuming has encountered so many Li ghosts since he has dealt with Li Gui so many times.

The number of ghosts in this yard is almost infiltrating, if they really swarm them...

Yang Xuming blankly touched the candle in his pocket.

Although this red candle is wrapped in red paper, it can be torn out at any time.

But at this time, even Yang Xuming was not sure that Li Zi could solve everything.

With such a terrifying group of ghosts, each ghost has its own special ability...

Out of fear and anxiety, Yang Xuming did not act rashly.

These ghosts looked at him, and he just looked at these ghosts.

Between the two sides, there was a strange stalemate.

Yang Xuming didn't know why he appeared here, or what the identities of these ghosts were.

But think about it, all of this may have something to do with the blood-clothed butcher.

"Cough cough cough...cough cough cough..."

A weird coughing sound suddenly sounded in the yard, attracting Yang Xuming's attention for an instant.

He followed the painful cough and found that the group of ghosts who had originally surrounded him had opened a gap, reflecting the scene in the corner of the yard into Yang Xuming's vision.

Amidst the icy snow falling, there was a twisted and black locust tree at the end of the yard.

Under the locust tree is a stone table with a chess game on it.

In the wind and snow, two figures sat face to face on the stone table, motionless.

The weird and harsh coughing sound was made by one of the figures.

It has white beard and hair, described as haggard, and it seems to be about to sit there like a corpse. At this time, he was holding his chest in pain and coughing.

There was a scary wound on its back.

This wound almost split its thin body in half, and the split flesh and blood was turned over to both sides, revealing the abrupt bones.

With the painful cough of the old man, scarlet and sticky blood flowed out from the wound, staining the snowy ground with shocking blood red.

The figure opposite the old man was a young man.

He kept an inch, and was sitting stiffly at the stone table at this time.

The young man's face was pale and his eyes looked a little dull.

His sitting posture was stiff and distorted, it seemed to be a statue frozen there, not as free as the old man on the opposite side of the chessboard.

What is even more weird is his body. Starting from his feet, all the way to the bottom of his chest, his body has all turned into a weird dark red.

One after another, ugly worms like leeches were squirming around his body, seeming to be sucking blood from his body.

His face was so pale that he couldn't see a trace of blood, and his eyes were so dull that he didn't seem to have any focus.

However, his hand firmly grasped a chess piece, held it in mid-air, maintaining the position that it was about to fall.

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough..."

There was another painful and rapid cough, and the old man sitting under the locust tree coughed up a dark red blood clot.

These blood clots were all sprayed onto the chessboard, and then under Yang Xuming's stunned gaze, these dark red blood clots were silently distorted and quickly turned into two ugly dark red worms, crawling towards the one sitting in front of the chessboard. The young man crawled on top of him.

"hiss……"

In the wind and snow, the young man sitting in front of the chessboard took a breath of cold air, his expression turned hideous with pain.

It seemed that the newly attached worm caused him great pain.

The body below his chest was completely submerged by worms, and his original body was completely invisible.

Yang Xuming looked at this weird scene, feeling a little astonished and at a loss.

What's happening here?

He didn't understand.

Why would he see these things? What is this place?

Judging from the dressing of this young man, this shouldn't be the reappearance of the massacre of the Wang family a hundred years ago, right?

Where's the **** butcher? Why didn't that guy show up the whole time?

Yang Xuming was full of vigilance and confusion.

At this moment, the old man who was coughing painfully under the locust tree seemed to have finally noticed him.

The withered head slowly turned around and looked at Yang Xuming, who was surrounded by the "people" group.

Yang Xuming also saw the old man's face clearly.

Seeing any white part of the black eyes, the completely black eyes looked terrifying and strange.

Not only did the sluggish expression not appear silly, but rather harsh and frightening.

The moment Yang Xuming was stared at by the other party, Yang Xuming's hairs stood up, and he felt the fear that he hadn't felt for a long time.

This Nima...what a monster!

Yang Xuming's hand firmly held the red candle in his pocket.

Once the old man in front of him has any changes, he will immediately tear open the red paper to summon plums!

The degree of horror of this old man is definitely not something he can handle!