The black egg was covered with golden Sanskrit, and it was a faint, black demonic aura that lingered around it.

When the storyteller saw him stop, he looked up and looked around, and found that there was a thick fog all around, and there was no edge in sight, and there was only this man in front of him, who made people look uncomfortable.

The storyteller looked at the man, and vaguely felt that he should keep his distance from him, so he turned around and wanted to leave.

"Ancestor, I haven't seen you for tens of thousands of years, and when I see my ancestor, I won't come to worship" The man's evil and arrogant laughter behind him suddenly sounded.

The storyteller stopped, looked back, looked around again, saw no one else, made sure he was talking to himself, and pointed to his nose and asked, "You are talking to me"

The man played with the egg in his hand and asked wickedly, "What do you say?"

The storyteller laughed and said, "Son, you recognize the wrong person, the seventh son of Xia Han is not the ancestor you said, and there is something to do next, so I will leave first." He turned around and tried to run.

"In a reincarnation, you can forget the deity and yourself, but Qiqiu, have you forgotten it too" The man's low laughter was evil and charming.

The storyteller stopped, the word "Qiqiu" flashed in his mind, that name, made him inexplicably have strange emotions in his heart, he couldn't tell whether it was joy or sadness, his chest was very tight, but after thinking about it carefully, he didn't remember any Qiqiu, so he said: "Childe, you definitely recognize the wrong person, I don't know what Qiqiu is, and it's not the ancestor you are looking for, I still have something to do, don't leave it at that." As he spoke, he turned to leave, and as soon as he turned around, he was awakened by a thunderbolt, and when he opened his eyes, he found that it was completely dark outside, and it was raining at some point, and the windows were blown by the wind in the lightning and thunder.

The wind outside the window flew up with the rain, and the house was very cold, and he shivered and got up to close the window, but the window was closed, and a gust of evil wind blew in, and the door was suddenly blown open, and he turned to close the door again.

"Squeak" The dilapidated door was shut, and standing next to the door was an old lady with a pale face, staring at the storyteller miserably, and her chin was dripping liquid.

The storyteller froze suddenly, stunned there, stared at the old lady blankly, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he struggled to squeeze out a smile: "Hallucinations, hallucinations, all hallucinations"

He muttered, turned around with a pale face, and when he turned around, he saw that the room was full of ghosts of all sizes.

The storyteller sat down on the ground in fright, staring in horror at the room full of things from hell in front of him, his throat gurgling, and there was silence for a long time, and a scream resounded in all directions like thunder.

"Mom"

Bang dang

With a loud bang, the storyteller desperately slammed the door open, and rushed out of the house in a hurry, and in the darkness of the night, he saw the ghosts wandering in the village, the water ghosts bubbling in the river, and the horrible faces in the mountains and forests.

Screaming all the way, running wildly all the way, the storyteller crashed headlong into the dilapidated temple, regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one desperately kowtowed, trembling and begging: "Amitabha Buddha Amitabha"

Outside the ruined temple, the wandering souls of the dead lingered for a long time.

At the same time, Su Gu came to the snake clan with the maidservant, and the black ink fell in the Snake King City, but he saw that the city was in ruins, and there were very few people coming and going, and the streets and alleys at the door of the wine shop were gathered by some local snakes and gangsters, and when they saw Su Gu and the maidservant girl and the little snake demon who walked into the city, the gangsters looked at her, looked at each other and laughed, got up and went over, and surrounded her.

(Markor Literature-)