This night, the Wumiao village ushered in a night of horror.

This night, Wang Changsheng finally fell asleep deeply, and after several days of continuous battle, he was already on the verge of collapse, and his body was almost overdrawn and couldn't hold on.

The next day, in the early morning, Wang Changsheng woke up from his sleep and filled his stomach indiscriminately, and then entered the misty village again, he continued to wander in the fog, harvesting the Wu Miao people one by one.

At first, only one building on stilts was crammed with people, but at sunset, there were at least four buildings lying horizontally and vertically, and there were more than 100 people.

There was a river of blood on the ground, this was Wang Changsheng's deliberate blood, and he wanted to continue to create the terrifying atmosphere that the second senior brother said.

In the middle of the night, Wang Changsheng stood outside Wumiao Village, quietly looking at the village.

The people of the entire village had been boiled to the verge of collapse in two days and one night, and Ma Xiong and the three elders could still hold on.

Because all people feel that they are always facing death, and that feeling of dying can make people's spirits in a tense state, and there is a possibility that they can collapse at any time.

Wang Changsheng felt that what he had done didn't seem to be enough, and he was still short of such a fire and a kick in the door.

Wang Chang stretched out his hand and picked up the bag on the ground, took out an incense burner, three pillars of long incense and some tributes, he lit the long incense and held it high above his head, and bowed to the four directions and the heaven and the earth.

"Respect this square sky, respect this four sides of the land, thank you to the underworld Yama, please open the ghost gate on the Huangquan Road, ......" Wang Changsheng drew a cross under his feet, and then inserted the three pillars of long incense in the incense burner, he straightened his collar, arched his hands and waved it ninety degrees, and said: "Please also ask the mountain god of this land to make it convenient, today the trail will be used by the lonely soul and wild ghosts, and the next day will definitely go up the mountain to pay tribute to the mountain god lord." ”

"Poof" After Wang Changsheng finished speaking, he took out a piece of rune paper and shook it lightly twice, and a flame suddenly jumped out of the paper, and after the rune paper was burned clean, the paper ashes were sprinkled one after another.

Suddenly, a cloudy wind blew on the flat ground on the top of the mountain, and the branches of the trees were swaying back and forth, causing goosebumps to rise on people's bodies.

Wang Changsheng used a more common way to summon spirits, this soul is also the so-called lonely soul and wild ghosts, Taoist priests can exorcise ghosts, and naturally there are many ways to summon ghosts, which is the same as the pen fairy and disc fairy that people used to play in the past.

In this mountain, there are many lonely ghosts and ghosts, wandering in the mountains and forests, or the old saying is always said, it is easy to see ghosts when you walk too much at night, and no one knows how many wild ghosts will float outside at night in this sunny world.

After Wang Changsheng paid homage to the four heavens and the earth and the ghosts and gods, he waited quietly aside, but after a moment's effort, in this thick fog, from the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, suddenly there were shadows in the sky, most of them were incomplete, with green faces and fangs, and it was quite bluffing to look at, but in fact, they were all poor wandering souls with nowhere to return, they floated in the world without any purpose and choice all day long.

These lonely ghosts came to the mountain, and suddenly they all flocked to Wumiao Village.

Wang Changsheng said softly: "Hundred Ghosts Siege Village, I hope you can survive tonight......"

Wang Changsheng once encountered a hundred ghosts on a night walk when he was in the White Horse Mountain in Lingnan, and that time someone deliberately recruited the hundred ghosts into the dragon veins under the White Horse Mountain.

This time, Wang Changsheng also recruited a hundred ghosts, came to a hundred ghost walled village, and filled the entire village of Wu Miao with a hundred ghosts.

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth were filled with yin wind, and after the yin qi overflowed from the body of the lonely soul and wild ghost, it spread out and swept in all directions.

Suddenly, there were bursts of ghost crying and wolf howls and piercing screams from Wumiao Village.

The hundred ghosts were completely unrestricted by the mist, and after plunging headlong into the mist, they all dispersed, and then pounced on the people of the witch seedlings like locusts.

At this time, Ma Xiong had been strong in a corner for about two days, during this time he did not move, even if he didn't even pee, he stared and curled up the whole time, as if he was hibernating, Ma Xiong was afraid that if he moved a little, he would attract Wang Changsheng.

Ma Xiong was surprised and a little incredulous, and he felt a kind of shame that he had seen and heard about Miao Village in Lingnan for about two months.

The reason for the shame comes from the fact that his judgment of Wang Changsheng was wrong, and it was so wrong that it was outrageous, Ma Xiong didn't know that Wang Changsheng would go into the feng shui array, and he didn't know that he could still attract a hundred ghosts to besiege the village.

But in fact, there are many things that Ma Xiong doesn't know, such as the most important point, that is, Wang Changsheng is walking under the view of Kunlun Temple.

Ma Xiong exhaled deeply, knowing that it was useless for him to hold back here any longer, for two days and one night in a row, Wang Changsheng was cleaning up their Miao Village in a way of encirclement and suppression, to put it bluntly, his final purpose was nothing more than to find out Ma Xiong, and then force him to untie the Gu on Wang Baojiu's three people.

Ma Xiong's face smiled coldly, he didn't care about the few lonely ghosts gathered around him, walked out of his hiding place, and walked in the opposite direction to the end of Wumiao Village, where there was a particularly old and vicissitudes of life.

Outside the house, there is a wooden piece about three meters long, and there are cumbersome runes carved on the wood from top to bottom, which is the totem of the witch seedling.

"Crunch" Ma Xiong pushed open a wooden door, and a rotten breath suddenly gushed out of it.

"Poof" Ma Xiong knelt on the ground with his legs bent, took out a knife from his body and cut it on his wrist, Ma Xiong's blood "tick, tick" dripped to the ground, and suddenly a groove appeared on the ground, and his blood flowed along the groove to the front, and then converged together, until it flowed to a statue in the middle.

This is the statue of the ancient witch god Chi You, who was once known as the strongest fighting warrior in heaven and earth, and even the Yan Emperor and the emperor joined forces and almost fell into his hands.

Ma Xiong prostrated himself on the ground and said respectfully: "From ancient ancestors, your most loyal people, please give us strength and the toughest physique to resist distant enemies......

Wang Changsheng, who was outside the village, had never set foot in Wu Miao's village tonight, and he was waiting very quietly, until the people in the mist were in the most collapsed state in the Hundred Ghost Wai Village, and he could not take a step into the village.

Wang Changsheng walked ahead and said slowly: "Do you really plan to let me slaughter this entire village, and from now on, let Wu Miao's vein be removed from the world......?"

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