As soon as Su Mo arrived here, he could see that many monks in the middle school turned into a series of streamers galloping in the direction of Tiewei Mountain.
During this period, I don’t know how many monks have entered the A-nose hell one after another.
Su Mo scattered around the gods and found no suspicious signs.
He took a deep breath and walked in the direction of Tiewei Mountain.
He didn’t go far, and his heart moved in the direction of his side.
There is a grave in the ruins over there, and a shabby and crumbling hut is built next to it.
It is strange that an old monk with long eyebrows is sitting on a tombstone and looking up slightly at Tiewei Mountain, wondering what he is thinking.
Wudao Zun once told Violet that there was an old monk with a long eyebrow in the depths of Shura Temple, which was a bit odd.
Violet looked at the old monk with a long eyebrow and didn’t see anything.
This seems to be a dying old man.
At this time, the grave keeper seemed to have some sleep and looked slightly askance at Su Mo.
"Huh?"
The grave keeper suddenly turned his head gently and stared at Su Mo’s face for a long time before he smiled. "Interesting."
Sue ink a cold feeling scalp pins and needles in my heart.
What did the tomb guard find?
Violet is real?
Or what is his secret?
What grave keeper would say interesting?
Su Mo’s mind suddenly thought of a possibility!
The grave keeper has seen two real bodies.
Will the grave keeper see through the Moro mask and see the real face of Wudao, and now he will say this is interesting when he sees the real face of Violet?
If the grave keeper can see through the Moro mask, what is his repair? What’s the origin?
Sue ink more think more lose.
He always has a thrill next to this grave keeper!
Sue ink slightly handed around the grave and continued to gallop ahead.
It was not until he was far away from the Shura Temple that he looked back and found that he could not see the figure of the grave keeper before he breathed a sigh of relief.
On the other side, Xuan Lao also arrived at Shura Temple with his hands in his cuffs far behind Su Mo.
It wasn’t long before he suddenly stopped when he passed a grave.
Not far from the tombstone sat an old monk with long eyebrows hunched and bent.