Lin Xiaomu, Gou Jian, and Da Xi Yaoshui tried their best to beg and begg, but they couldn't get a useful word from that guy who made a promise, and the whole day was spent in vain.

On the side of Mo Tears, when you enter Miao Zhou, strange things happen, random shadows, like people but not people, extremely weird, like Yama descending into the world, terrifying.

He was stunned at the moment, all around him were pitch-black shadows, a little darker than the pitch-black night sky, and the faces of the shadows were different, all without exception, all depicting a creepy smile.

He tried to attack them, but they were like air, and there was no substance.

I've seen a lot of monsters in this life, and I've never met a ghost, and when I see it today, it's just that, Mo Tear asserts that they are ghosts in his heart, and loudly encourages himself, but he still feels cold air coming from behind, and his heart is haunted by a chill that is difficult to dissipate.

"Everyone, big brothers and sisters, uncles and sisters-in-law, grandparents, uncles and aunts. The little one doesn't mean to disturb you, if you adults don't remember the villain, don't follow me anymore, I will definitely burn you more paper money in the future, if you think it's not okay, the little one has done his best to do a magnificent ritual for you. Let you die in peace and go in peace. Mo Tear bowed with his Buddha's hand. While muttering to himself, needless to say, he was also scared at the moment.

When I was a child, I liked to pester my mother to tell some fantasy and mysterious stories, like these ghost things that would always appear in my mother's mouth, but now I really see it, and I am still experiencing it myself, how can he not be afraid?

At this time, he could only complain in his heart, he had poured eighteen lifetimes of blood mold, no matter what dangerous things or strange things could be encountered. The rare adventure in a hundred years that the teahouse storytellers said may not be as good as this scene at this moment, but this kind of adventure is indeed amazing, and she will throw her worthless life here when she rides to the point where she doesn't know when, and she can only complain a few words and scold a few words to distract the fear in her heart.

The black shadows were surrounding him at a speed visible to the naked eye, and before the situation was clarified, rash actions were often the actions of reckless people, and it was best to think carefully and analyze calmly.

He wanted to think, but he couldn't study it, how could he study everything out of thin air? What's more, at this moment, time was urgent, and he didn't know if He Ye's self-proclaimed promise would be like Gou Jian? In just a few words, his whereabouts were exposed, after all, he was not a family. Don't go through a door.

Slightly frightened, but not at a loss, the body moved again, he couldn't spend it here endlessly, one was really impatient, and the other was that fear could overwhelm him like this, so he made a bolder decision, his attack was ineffective against the other party, so the other party couldn't hurt himself? Thinking about it like this, his mood instantly improved a lot, and at the same time, he rushed straight forward.

When the nearest black shadow was about to pass by, something unexpected and reasonable happened, he collided with the black shadow, as if falling into the endless deep sea, surrounded by pitch black, oppressive and heavy, without a trace of light, a wisp of air, could enter his ears and eyes.

Instinctive resistance was inevitable, desperately fluttering, just about to open his mouth and shout, but it was like a thousand catties of vicissitudes into his mouth and nose, and he immediately held his breath and kept sober.

What the hell is going on? But the only thing he knew was that those black shadows were not as simple as he thought, remembering the wreckage he had walked through before, he guessed that maybe it was these unknown monsters, who devoured their flesh and bones with great cruelty, and finally left only skeletons with bones, which were eroded by the snow, fluttered in the wind, and finally turned into dust and powder.

Thinking of this, he was even more anxious and afraid, he was not afraid of death, but he did not want to die. There is a silly girl who is even more stubborn than him waiting for him, and he can't die. I tried my best to suppress the restlessness in my heart, and calmly observed everything around me.

The result is still the same, except for pitch black, it is pitch black, quietly gritting his teeth and listening to moderate movements, almost eager to use all his sensory organs to perceive everything.

The sound he heard was very strange, it seemed to hear the sound of breathing, as if it wasn't, he heard the sound of running water, it didn't seem to be like it, he heard the snowflakes falling silently, which was even more impossible, and what was the chaos?

In short, the sound was very troublesome, sometimes as dull as a bell, sometimes as soft as a breeze, sometimes as piercing as the collision of swords, what kind of movement could it make such an all-encompassing sound.

He suddenly remembered something important, and instantly felt speechless for his pig-like brain. After so much painful training, the Eight Heat Hell that could only be controlled was actually forgotten.

It is common sense that fire can illuminate, but it is easy for people in panic to forget the most common sense, just like the brain is not bright at the moment. But his ears are as sharp as the tears of a monkey.

Ink tears rushed to the Eight Heat Hell, and his body was instantly covered by flames, and the intense fire light was actually just the meaning of driving away the darkness, and the range that he could see in his eyes at this moment was only within a radius of ten steps.

The first reaction, staring at his feet, was empty and bottomless, which made him very confused, what kind of place is this? How can I find the exit?

The surroundings were as oppressive as ever, the air seemed to have condensed into lumps, and he took a few tentative steps forward, and all he found so far was that it was empty.

He knew he couldn't linger here, the air was thin, almost a terrifying environment. The fire of the extreme desolation lit up more than ten steps around his body, at least in these ten steps, he did not see any danger at the moment, but he felt an inexplicable sense of oppression in his heart, which almost made his scalp tingle, and fear was always like a dog skin plaster that could not be shaken off, sticking to his heart.

He quickly ran wildly, I don't know how long he walked, it was still the same environment, there was no change in the slightest, and he even had some doubts about whether he was standing still.

Suddenly, he remembered what his father said to him when he was a child, "Danger is not terrible, what is terrible is that you are afraid of danger, and what you are afraid of often comes from your heart, and when you can see everything as plain, you also feel that you are not terrible in terrible things." ”

When his father said this to him at that time, he didn't understand that in his childhood memory, his father was always the villain who went out early and returned late, sometimes went out of the field and cultivated the land, and trained himself as a dog.

But along the way, he seems to understand his father's words better, fear comes from the heart, if the heart is as strong as a stone, fear has nowhere to parasitic.

Thinking back to what he had done, his original fear and frustration regained his composure, carefully combing through everything that had happened before.

Naturally, he had a support in front of him, and he wanted to summon the master out, but in exchange for hatred, there was silence and silence. Fortunately, he didn't have much hope, this cheap and simple master is the most unreliable.

At this moment, there are all kinds of memories, surrounded by mountain peaks, no more, no less, exactly ten. There are also black clouds pressing the sky, thunder rolling in the clouds, seeing thunder and not hearing thunder, obviously not natural state can be formed.

The surrounding environment is even more strange and strange, with wreckage everywhere, no grass, dim and gloomy, and cold air, and even more like the devil silently, like a shadow.

Yes, all this is not normal, it is even more weird than what He Ye said, and the biggest danger described by He Ye is the demonic beast, which means that those guys have long been turned into white bones on the ground.

What the hell is going on here? He Ye said in his mouth, this place used to be a scenic spot, the mountains are heavy and green, the scenery is pleasant, there are ten peaks, eight ditches, six streams, four springs and two wells, ten steps and one floor and one hundred steps pavilion, which can be called a fairyland in the world among the demons, which is completely contrary to the scene he saw.

Although after a hundred years of time flies, the vicissitudes of the sea, the trees have fallen, the heavy forests have been destroyed, the small ditches have been filled, the small Xi has dried up, the hot springs have dried up, and the deep wells have dried up, but there should always be a little trace left, but in what he has seen and heard, he uses the poor mountains and bad water to describe this place, which is a kind of praise for this place.

In the passage of time a hundred years ago, such a big change can occur, and Mo Tear is sure that there is only one possibility, the so-called unnatural change, someone must be doing ghosts here.

Although this conjecture is unreasonable, he still insists on this idea, and if he wants to get out of here, he must give himself a little hope.

Since someone is doing a ghost, it has become simpler? Finding out this person will result in a painful beating at best, and a death to him at worst. Anyway, get out of here.

He continued to explore, tirelessly, untiringly, forgetting time, desperate to identify a direction, to a target, and to continue his search.

I don't know how long it took, the black eyes finally had no tactics in front of the pitch black, and the fiery red scene near finally saw a ball of light, not light to be precise, but a cloud of evil qi floating in the air that was darker than the darkness.

Ink tears are full of joy, this way I don't know the time, forget the tired groping, has long made him bored, if at this moment even if he meets the evil face Yama here, he will not hesitate to raise the sword, even before you die, you have to bite the other party fiercely.

As soon as he got closer, he saw that the evil qi trembled slightly, and the firelight around him instantly spread out black shadows, like cotton brocade and flowers, spreading towards him.

He instantly tightened his whole body, frightened, and immediately struggled, ineffective, his breathing became more and more rapid, his vision became more and more confused, and it was difficult to die with all his strength, and he could only look in horror at the black brocade that surrounded his whole body, and his eyes were about to hide and seek.

The fiery red color is all in sight, and finally turned into pitch black, and all the roars of resistance can never set off a trace of waves.

Confused, stiff and weak, he knew that he was defeated after all, but the funny thing was that he didn't know who he lost to, and sadly, he didn't have the chance to see the woman in green clothes again in this life.

Quietly waiting for death to come, recalling the past, lamenting tonight, this life is really fucking tired, thieves, super unlucky.

The short number is his summary of this life.

———— Mo tears, I'm hungry, let's go eat.

Don't go.

I'm in for a treat.

Don't go!

Why?

Troublesome.

Lin Xiaomu couldn't screw him, so he followed him quietly, watching him walk into the village openly, watching him squat on the edge of the field and running sweet potatoes, and finally being picked up by a stout man and chased all the way.

On the hillside, a young man with a blue nose and swollen face sat on the ground, burying his head in a sweet potato, and turned over an extremely cute-looking monkey holding a sweet potato, creaking and gnawing.

Eat it? Crunchy sweet, crunchy sweet.

Stolen something, this girl doesn't eat it, hey, leave some for me, it's better to bake it.

I do not bake it, and it is troublesome.

———— Mo Tear, I'll buy you a dress.

No.

You will pay back the money later, otherwise you look like a ghost, even the village head aunt will not let you enter the village, how can you enter the city?

No, sneak in.

was caught, but he was going to be killed. I won't be like the aunt a few days ago, who stole other people's sweet potatoes, and after looking at you like this, I will give you two more.

Well, I'll buy clothes to go.

———— Mo tears, how can I say that I am also a creditor, can't you say a few more words? We are pretending to be husband and wife now, are there any people like you?

What does that look like?

Uh-huh.... Forget it, it's up to you!

Ink Tears couldn't hold his thoughts, his consciousness became more and more blurred, and the last piece of black slowly wrapped around his only piece of bronze skin.

Suddenly, a monstrous laughter came from nowhere, and the evil aura that was darker than the darkness dissipated in an instant, and the surrounding darkness disappeared with it.

Above the sky. A blood-colored eye appeared in a trance between the black clouds and mist, and after blinking, it disappeared without a trace, leaving only the thunder rolling between the clouds and mist, with purple light shining and surging.