Daoist priest song's nerves were extremely tense. He held several talismans in his hand and turned around to look around vigilantly.
"Shua shua-"
"Swish-"
"Wuwuwu-"
From the East, West, South, and North came one after another. His head kept turning, and in the blood light that soared to the sky, a rotten smell mixed with the smell of the dead entered everyone's nose.
Everyone covered their noses. Song qingxiao suddenly pointed and said,
"There!"
Daoist priest song subconsciously turned to look in the direction she was pointing at. Sure enough, he saw a hazy black shadow hiding a few dozen meters away.
The black shadow was hidden in the dense forest, and there was a blood-red mist blocking his divine sense. If song Qing had not been sharp-eyed and pointed it out, Daoist priest song would not have noticed that something was wrong.
