Return of Goose Valley!

The night was cold and the grass was knee-deep.

As the West Wind blew past, it was filled with the sound of death.

A group of strong young men surrounded a simple and crude carriage made of green felt.

After a while, the bandits left the graveyard area, and the sound of rustling suddenly became louder. It was no longer as gloomy and gloomy as before. The originally thick and bone-piercing Yin Qi had also disappeared. In the middle of the night, he felt a warm feeling for no reason.

All the bandits heaved a sigh of relief. They were finally out!

"Don't stop!" The great master immediately ordered. Speed up, we must get to the Wild Goose Valley as soon as possible!"

"Yes!" All the brigands replied in unison.

The speed of the entire team suddenly increased, and the long grass was kicked with a "shua shua" sound. The shouts of the three heads rose and fell, and they personally supervised the team with long sabers in their hands.