It was late at night, and Tang Yan didn't feel sleepy. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He was still thinking about the day, about the dead but not stiff corpses.

Do people have three souls and seven spirits?

I'm afraid this is known only to the dead!

People still have a breath after death, this is what the ancients said. It is precisely because this breath is hard to swallow that those strange things happen.

However, who is willing to accept the reality of death, and who is willing to swallow that breath?

If there is a choice, I'm afraid no one wants to die, right?

It's a pity that birth, old age, sickness and death, the laws of nature, are unacceptable.

But what Tang Yan couldn't figure out was why he had never seen a fraudulent corpse before, and he could see so many today?

Is it because of the eye of the sky?

Or what more skills...

All in all, it's very scorching.

If it is the eye of the sky, how can the little Taoist priest be calm and sit all day without moving?

Of course, if you insist on saying that you have more skills, the probability is almost zero.

Before, when he was in school, those few coincidences made Tang Yan think about it for a long time. In the end, it was a coincidence!

Therefore, Tang Yan didn't believe in such an outrageous thing as the great task of heaven.

Destined to be sleepless tonight, Tang Yan decided to go to the back mountain for a walk. Last night, because of Lao Zhao's appearance, those wandering spirits were scared away.

The courtyard was silent, Zhao Ayaluo seemed to be asleep, and as for the dark clouds, he should also run to another room to rest.

In the open space in front of the gate of the crematorium, many tents were set up, and small cries could be faintly heard. This is to send relatives to cremate and camp here for the time being.

Because there are so many people, in addition to the cremation room, there are only four small rooms, and that's all.

Tang Yan looked at the tents and walked quietly towards the back mountain.

At this time, it should be two o'clock in the morning, and as soon as I walked to the back door, I could hear all kinds of noise, and I could see the picture of the demons dancing wildly.

I don't know why, at this moment, Tang Yan actually had a relaxation that he had never felt before, and he had an urge to jump into the tomb mountain and dance with the ghosts!

The grave grass, swaying with the wind, the ghosts are heavy, and the wind is gusting!

The headless female corpse was dancing, and her long white dress was fluttering. Even though the picture is a little weird, the peerless dancing is still so beautiful.

The arms that emerged from the grave were not as weak as they were last night, and they beat their beats very regularly, as if they were deliberately catering to this dance that ordinary people could not understand.

A flock of black crows swirls in the air, occasionally making pleasant calls.

Three young girls are holding trays, talking and laughing, feeding thousands of white pigeons.

Seven or eight old people sat in front of the grave and played mahjong and chatted about family life......

Whether it's an illusion or a real one, Tang Yan really hopes that this is what the tomb is supposed to be!

However, when he saw the figure surrounded by more than a dozen children, Tang Yan's eyes almost burst out.

Zhao Ayaluo......

In the middle of the night, I saw her smiling and telling stories to those children in the grave mountain!

"You ask West Lake Shui, steal some of her beauty. Time is gone, who is left with a vow......"

"It was a match made in heaven, but it was broken up by a bald donkey, and the West Lake was inexhaustible, full of tears of the White Lady. If it weren't for Leifeng Tower, ten bald men would not be the opponent of the White Lady......"

The children around were quiet and seemed to be listening attentively, or maybe they couldn't speak in the first place.

What's going on?

Tang Yan, who had been entangled for a long time and was reluctant to set foot on the tomb mountain, rushed over without even thinking about it.

Because, he saw a child with a knife, sneering and listening to the story.

I heard a child screaming, a sound similar to the sound of brakes, destroying the peaceful night.

There are also children with bloody eyes, as if grinding their teeth, as if chewing, and the food is their own limbs......

Doesn't she know anything?

"Crazy woman, your head was hoofed by a donkey!" Tang Yan rushed over, took Zhao Ayaluo's hand, and prepared to leave.

Zhao Yanluo didn't speak, but shook off Tang Yan's hand, gently stroked the head of a child whose mouth was sewn on, and sang a ballad softly!

"Dear child, have you ever cried today......"

Tang Yan opened his mouth and looked at this scene in disbelief.

The child whose mouth was sewn shut, his eyes were hollow, the corners of his mouth were cracked, and his whole face turned into a bloody mouth, and he suddenly bit Zhao Ayaluo's arm.

At the same time, the other children also moved, and they pounced like Zhao Yaluo with teeth and claws.

At this moment, the tomb mountain changed, and there was no longer the previous singing and dancing, and there was no longer the atmosphere of the happy land.

The moonlight was gone, the black curtain gathered, and the crows' cries were unpleasant and piercing.

The white doves no longer ate the food in the tray, and they were pecking at the flesh of the three girls frantically with red eyes. In the blink of an eye, there were only three skeletons left.

It was as if I had come to hell, screaming and screaming, stumps everywhere, and darkness.

Almost all of the geists crawled over.

At this moment, a knife shadow slashed, cutting off the heads of the three children, and the three thin bodies instantly turned into nothingness.

This is Tang Yan's ******......

There is no trick and no power, and it is commonplace.

But this knife actually harvested three heads, and forced those wandering spirits back to retreat.

As if the moonlight was shining through, the grave mountain was calm, and only the weeds on the grave were left swaying in the wind.

Tang Yan was dumbfounded, looking at the dark knife in his hand in disbelief.

He knew that this knife was unusual, and he might be able to kill demons and demons, but he didn't expect that just one knife could suppress tens of millions of ghosts in the tomb mountain!

Fortunately, before coming to Houshan, for the sake of insurance, I carried the knife with me, otherwise I really don't know how to face it. Most of them are more auspicious, and the two of them hate here.

The spirit dispersed, Zhao Yaluo fainted, Tang Yan hurriedly caught it, and he didn't find the slightest wound, so he was a little relieved.

Demagoguery, confusing people's minds, many ghosts have this ability. Zhao Ayaluo obviously encountered a similar situation, so it would be like this.

It's not a big deal, as long as you don't have much fear left in your heart afterwards, it's no different from sleeping.

Of course, for some people who have evil thoughts and are extremely mentally weak, it is a different matter.

This girl shouldn't have any evil thoughts, right?

Tang Yan still felt that he should ask Wuyun, after all, he was professional! Thinking of this, he picked up Zhao Yaluo and left the tomb mountain.

Long after the two left, a few heads emerged from several graves, men and women, old and young. They had the fear of the aftermath on their faces, as if they had seen something terrible.

"What's that?"

"A knife, such a terrible knife. ”

"Who is that?"

"A murderer, so full of murderous aura. ”

The heads were talking to each other, whispering. They only popped out of their heads, and they all looked cautious.

No one cares about a ghost with a severed head, because ghosts are inherently fragile, and a ray of sunlight or a gust of wind can make them disappear.

Besides, they're just remnants.

This tomb mountain seems to be a little old, because on a small tomb that is about to become flat, an old man wearing the official uniform of the Qing Dynasty has emerged.

It's not a zombie, it's not a body, it's like an official uniform, hanging on a shelf, and a human head is placed on the shelf......

There was a wind blowing, and the old man's body swayed from side to side, as if he couldn't stand it anymore, and this very small wind blew.

The old man appeared, the discussion subsided, and all eyes shifted.

These ghosts seem to have a lot of respect for the old man and want to smile kindly. It's just a pity that the faces of some ghosts are smiling like hellish ghosts, extremely hideous!

"Ancestor, do you know what the weapon in that man's hand is?" someone asked impatiently.

"It's not easy. The old man thought for a while, and said with a smile: "That knife is definitely not a thing of the world. When our dynasty was in decline, I was fortunate enough to see a long sword, which had a resemblance to it, but it was an ancient relic, and it was taken away by the devil before it was unsheathed. ”

The old man's voice was low, very slow, and his cloudy eyes were full of annoyance when he said that the long sword had been carried away by the devil.

"Ancestor, it's all over......" someone couldn't help but convince him.

The old man let out a long sigh and said, "In the future, don't let those little ghosts fool around, let's settle down! It's already our last happy land, and we can't afford to toss anymore. Because, many times, it is easy to invite God, but it is difficult to send God. ”

The ghosts nodded earnestly, and then went back to their graves.

The old man glanced at the hut on the hill and burrowed into the small grave.

In front of the thatched hut, Zhao looked at this side with a happy smile and said to himself: "The old gentleman is really unfathomable, thirty years is the same." ”

"It's just, those little ghosts, they are really unwilling to be lonely......!"

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