An old man walked in outside the house, and I didn't know this old man. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info He was plain-looking, and he wore very simple clothes, except for a red cloth belt around his waist.

But the moment Murong Haitang saw him. But I was shocked.

"You must not give her the ghost eye!" The old man had not even come over and said something like this.

Murong Haitang said coldly: Who are you?

I was stunned, my heart said it was wrong, right? Wasn't Murong Haitang obviously taken aback just now? Why don't you know this old man?

I followed up and asked: Who are you?

The old man didn't pay attention to Murong Haitang, but walked up to me and said, "Do the footprints of the people on my body still hurt?"

"It turns out that the ghost on Longhu Mountain is you?" I stared, and finally remembered that ghost, on the mountain path of Longhu Mountain, first brought me a human ghost, imprinted a pair of black footprints on my shoulder, and then tried to kill me when we went down the mountain.

Now on my shoulders. There are also a pair of black footprints, with the toes on the front chest and the heels on the back, which are still faintly visible.

"Tonight, the string of wet footprints that sneaked into the house and listened to us talk, also did you step on?"

The old man said, "No."

Then, the old man turned his head to Murong Haitang and said: Do you think what you have done is very good? I saw it twenty years ago! Twenty years of forbearance is for today's moment!

The old man's tone didn't take Murong Haitang in his eyes at all!

While I was shocked, I was also thinking about the origin of this old man, and the old man said to me: You stand aside and rest first, and breathe slowly.

The old man knew that my nerves were on the verge of collapse, and he wanted me to get some rest. I nodded. He stepped aside and said no more. At the same time, he thought to himself: This old man is also a praying mantis catching cicadas and yellow finches, he said that he knew about Murong Haitang's conspiracy twenty years ago, then, when he was in Longhu Mountain, he deliberately stepped on the footprints of people and ghosts on me! The purpose is to follow me today.

Murong Haitang, a teenage girl's face, had a vicious look on her face, and she said coldly: Twenty years ago?

"Twenty-six years ago, when this young man was born, his twelfth rib was bent, and when his parents were holding him to see the doctor in the township health center, I accidentally bumped into him. From that day on. I started to keep an eye on him. ”

Murong Haitang didn't speak.

The old man continued: Fourteen years ago, a little girl named Ge Yu was gouged out of her heart, and her twelfth rib was also bent.

"I don't need to talk about the empty shell man and the old man who died with his children, right?" The old man just said this. Murong Haitang shouted: Enough! Take your life!

Murong Haitang's eyes widened, the ten fingers of his hands were blue, and he grabbed the old man.

The old man was not in a hurry, took half a step back, pulled out the red hemp rope trouser belt with a flick of his hand, and after dodging Murong Haitang's green nails with his side head, he shot like electricity. tied Murong Haitang's hands together.

"Today, I'm here to collect you!" The old man shouted violently, his eyes widened angrily, it seemed that he was also full of anger, and immediately bit his finger and pointed at Murong Haitang's forehead.

Murong Haitang was wrapped in the red hemp rope and couldn't move at all, and at this moment, the old man forced blood on his forehead.

"Ah--!h Murong Haitang raised her head and screamed miserably, I could clearly see that her hair was skyrocketing, and her eyes were turning red.

"Silly boy, get back away!" The old man didn't look at me either, and just shook off a word.

I hurriedly ran towards the door of the house, and when I arrived at the gate of the house, I looked back and saw that Murong Haitang's body had already turned into an adult!

Her black hair, fluttering in the wind, roared and roared, struggling to break the red hemp rope, and attacked the old man again.

This old man seems to be in his seventies, but his body is really tough enough, and he dodged the attack with a horse on his waist, and at the same time reached out and grabbed Murong Haitang's feet and neck, and fell to the ground fiercely.

There was a thud, and the rain in the pothole on the ground splashed more than a few feet high. Before she could stand up, the old man directly picked up a brick and quickly carved it on the brick with the blood on his fingers. Mu pounced on the beans and died.

Then holding the brick and about to shoot her, Murong Haitang slapped the floor with both hands, rose into the air, and the moment her dress swayed, she swept towards me.

The old man was shocked and yelled at me: Use ghost eyes against her!

I hurriedly took out my pocket, pinched out the ghost eye, and aimed the ghost eyeballs at her. But who knew that it was of no use at all, she flew up to me, raised her hand and grabbed my hand and neck, and I let go of my hand as soon as I felt pain.

Without waiting for the ghost eye to land, Murong Haitang plundered the ghost eye in his hand with his other hand.

"Hahaha, Ghost Eyes! Ghost Eyes! I've finally gotten the Ghost Eye! Murong Haitang laughed a few times, grabbed the ghost eye, stuffed it into his mouth, raised his head and swallowed the eyeball into his stomach.

"Today, no one wants to live!"

Murong Haitang rushed towards the old man again, the skirt and sleeves of her clothes suddenly lengthened, and after wrapping the old man, her nails skyrocketed, and she aimed at the old man's neck and inserted it!

"Hmph, you've been tricked!" The old man was wrapped in Murong Haitang's sleeves, but his face still changed.

Just when Murong Haitang's green nails were about to be inserted into the old man's neck, suddenly several rays of light burst out of Murong Haitang's abdomen, and that kind of light was very penetrating, as if it was directly transmitted to the outside through her flesh.

Murong Haitang was in pain and fell to the ground with a thud, she clutched her stomach, but those flickering lights still came out of her fingers.

"It's... Isn't this a real ghost eye? Murong Haitang stared at me with blood-red eyes.

I was stupid, and I glanced at the old man, and the old man said: That's not how ghost eyes are used! If you make up the legend of the finger lantern yourself, but in the end you die on top of other false legends, this is called the cycle of heavenly principles, retribution!

Murong Haitang rolled on the ground in pain, covering her lower abdomen tightly with her hands, bursts of white smoke rose from her body, and it didn't take long for her to regain the appearance of the teenage girl.

She was hysterical in pain and gritted her teeth, but after all, she couldn't withstand the power of the ghost eye, and finally her figure slowly became illusory and slowly dissipated.

With a bang, the ghost's eyes fell on the stone slab, dripping and spinning in place.

The old man walked over, picked up the ghost eye, handed it to me again, and said, "Hmph, I thought I had made up a series of divine games, and I deliberately made up the legend of the finger lantern, but in the end she died in someone else's legend."

I glanced at the old man gratefully, and after putting away the ghost eyes, I asked the old man: The legend of the ghost eyes is also fake?

The old man led me out of the courtyard with his hands behind his back, and he said, "The ghost eyes are real." But the use of the ghost eye is fake in the legends, this thing is very powerful, but no one can really use it, I can't beat her, but I'm here tonight. I just asked you to use the ghost eye against her, and that was my last resort. If you are an ordinary person, you will definitely not be able to control the ghost eye, so you must be snatched away by her, and then she will take it, then her death will come.

I secretly sighed: Some people are smart and confused for a while. But it was this confusion for a while, but it hurt his whole life.

And some people, who are smart for a while, are confused, but it is not a bad thing to be confused. Zheng Banqiao once said that it is rare to be confused.

"And who are you?" I asked.

The old man said: On Longhu Mountain, I will step on the footprints of people and ghosts for you, who do you say I am?

He probably meant to admit that he was a ghost, and I said, "Did you come to save me on purpose?" What is our relationship?

"It's okay with the two of us, and I have nothing to do with Murong Haitang, but I'm here, don't ask the reason, I won't tell you if I ask, some secrets you have to rot in your stomach."

Then I asked, "Then you have to tell me, what's your name?" Otherwise, I want to thank you in the future, but I can't get in touch, by the way, have you ever seen a demon with a four-eye mask?

The old man shook his hand and said impatiently: There are so many words, there is no end! It doesn't matter who I am, it's important to save your friends, and they'll all die later.

After that, the old man led me quickly towards the southeast corner of Qingling Town, and as I walked, I felt that something was wrong.

Isn't the direction of the house where human flesh is cooked?