A bewildering array!

The night was vast and the West Wind was bleak.

The empty tombstone stood in front of the lonely grave, silent and strange.

The horses of the three masters continued to ride towards the gravestone, as if they didn't feel anything, even though the reins were already tightened to the extreme and blood foam was being pulled out from the mouths of the horses.

The three heads immediately felt a strong chill in their hearts.

The other bandits saw that their three leaders were still walking forward, and for a moment, they didn't know whether to follow or listen to the order and turn back. The group was in a commotion.

At this time, seeing that the horse was not listening to him, the leader immediately threw off the reins and jumped off the horse.

The second leader and third leader finally reacted and used both their hands and feet to flip off their horses.