As the slayers began to break into battle, all the beast-shaped stone sculptures in the stone statue circle instantly came to life, and they let out a deafening roar as they attacked in all directions.

The roar of the beast-shaped stone sculpture stirred my blood and blood surged, I spurted out a mouthful of blood, and before I had time to look at the follow-up, I passed out in front of my eyes and died on the spot.

When I opened my eyes consciously, it was the next night.

A few stars could be seen in the cracks in the clouds, and the moonlight was scattered, and everywhere was hazy.

I'm still lying where I am.

Inside the stone statue, dozens of corpses are piled up.

The striking stone carvings of the beasts that ward off evil spirits stand quietly in their original positions, and the small stone sculptures such as the whirling turtle tengu that originally rested at their feet or on their backs are much missing.

The stones that should have been erected on the ground are all gone.

The short man who had collapsed motionless in the main house was cooking in the kitchen of the stonemason's shop.

The old man surnamed Gu stood beside me, his eyelids drooping expressionlessly, staring directly at me with his ghostly dark eyes.

He didn't react to my wake-up.

Already familiar with his routine, I consciously got up from the ground and found that my ankle had recovered as before.

"The danger has been lifted. These corpses are for you to practice with. He waited for me to get up, then raised his hand and pointed to the corpse in the stone circle.

I nodded silently, patted the mud that was drying on my body, and pulled out my dagger and walked towards the corpse.

When I finally got the corpse of my hands, my heart was extremely heavy.

Although I have not been in this village for a long time and have not had any friendship with anyone, they were still alive and well yesterday.

I don't have any emotions when I practice with strange corpses.

I practiced with their corpses, and there were many complicated emotions in my heart.

Perhaps it was the influence of complicated emotions that during my practice, my anger soared to the point of breaking for a while.

It wasn't until I collapsed to the ground from exhaustion that my emotions gradually calmed down, and I realized that I was biting a piece of human flesh in my mouth.

Suddenly, I vomited.

"Eat a lot of human flesh and your eyes are red. The amount you eat should already make your eyes red. The old man surnamed Gu added to the blockage in time.

"It is said that when eating human flesh, if you pour cold water on your chest and scatter the blood, then take out the heart and liver to be crispy. His words immediately after him made my stomach churn even more.

"It's a pity that I can't eat human flesh because it makes me sick just thinking about it. He said this again, taking two steps back and moving further away from the corpses.

Me: "......"

When I finally stopped vomiting, the short man shivered and brought the food.

The arrival of the meal triggered another round of vomiting as I found myself feeling no hunger, most likely because I had eaten too much human flesh before.

The old man surnamed Gu chuckled and waved his hand to let the short man take away the food again, and then told me that the short man was the owner of the stonemason shop.

After I left the hotel without saying hello, he found it the next day.

Because Granny Huang died strangely, and the results of Fu Ping were also strange, he always felt that something big would happen, so he came to the stonemason shop closer to the shop.

He forced the stonemasons to carve many stone carvings day and night according to his request, and arranged them in formation, so that they could help me in my time of danger.

When the formation was final, he was about to inform me that I could take refuge here in times of danger, and I had fled into the stonemason's shop.

In this way, he will not have to go to the underworld store.

According to the results, I must continue to stay in the shop, otherwise no one will survive.

Now, all the people in the village and town, except for me and the stonemason, have died.

The life or death of the stonemason has nothing to do with him.

He's not good at helping people, and he'll set out to find out why I have to stay in the shop or I won't survive, and who is behind the killing.

Until he has a result, I'll need to stay in the shop.

There is an ice cellar in the village, and the rest of the corpses have been collected in the ice cellar for preservation.

The original entrance and exit of the ice cellar have been sealed, and he has dug a tunnel under the shop that leads directly to the ice cellar, and when I want to use the corpse to practice again, I can go to the ice cellar through the tunnel to pick it up.

"Do I need to thank you for thinking of me so much?" I finally stopped vomiting and continued to lie flat on the ground to regain my strength.

Dozens of corpses have become rotten corpses, and my practice can be put to an end for a while.

"No, you don't. All you have to do is spare your life until I see you. He was always expressionless, and his tone was unemotional.

"What?" I was surprised.

He was right in front of me, staring straight at me with his ghostly dark eyes, but talking as if he hadn't seen me.

Blind?

Or, something else?

"Nothing. He said no more.

I glanced at his dark eyes and didn't think he was blind at all, and though I was puzzled, I didn't ask any more questions.

He was reluctant to speak, and my question was in vain.

Then, when I had the strength to get up from the ground, he led me and the stonemason out of the masonry shop and back into the street.

The streets were in shambles, with broken shop doors, dried bloodstains, carcasses of cats, dogs, poultry, severed hands, broken arms, and broken heads.

The stonemason's legs and stomachs trembled throughout the whole process, and he kept wiping the tears and snot that were frightened by the situation along the way, and he was especially afraid of me and the old man surnamed Gu.

The old man surnamed Gu first took me and the stonemason to the garment store to get me a few sets of clothes, and then took me and the stonemason back to the store.

The door of the shop was shattered, but the contents were not damaged.

The tunnel dug by the old man surnamed Gu in the underworld store to the ice cellar is in front of the counter, and the entrance and exit of the tunnel have not been covered with external objects, revealing the dark hole mouth that does not know the depth of the beast's mouth wide open.

As we returned to the shop, the old man surnamed Gu asked me to wash and change my clothes before resting, and let the stonemason repair the door of the shop and find external objects to block the entrance and exit of the tunnel.

The addition of dark holes in the store made me inexplicably uneasy.

Regarding the orders of the old man surnamed Gu, I was silent and acted according to my words.

It took me a long time to wash up.

The smell of blood on my body and the smell of human flesh in my mouth made me spit out tears again as I washed and washed.

After I finished washing up and changing my clothes, I went to the next room to my mother-in-law's bedroom, locked the door and started to rest with a dagger.

I was sleepy and tired but didn't fall asleep, closing my eyes to the scenes of slaughter I had witnessed, and finally I just kept squinting my eyes and quietly listening to the movement coming from downstairs.

Next, when the stonemason finally completed the task arranged by the old man surnamed Gu and then said goodbye and left, I smelled fresh blood with the sound of falling to the ground.

This is, the old man surnamed Gu killed the stonemason?

I instantly clenched the dagger in my hand and my eyes widened, wondering if I wanted to go downstairs to see what was going on.

It was at this time that I smelled a sweet smell again.

My consciousness and strength began to drain so fast that I couldn't move or make a sound before I had time to react.

At the moment when I was unconscious, I inadvertently caught a glimpse of red gas crawling out from under the bed with dozens of white threads as thin as a hair, all of which drilled into my nostrils.