Wang Qiqi didn't even want to reply to such a question, she turned around directly and snorted coldly, "Stinky rascal." ”

Night.

Jinzhu City night ban.

Xia Ji sat quietly in the main hall of Beppu, burning incense and calming his mind.

The consciousness is released.

The ethereal bell from the sky began to ring again.

Bu Lingling...

Bu Lingling...

"This bell again? The night Tang Yuan died, it was also the same ringtone. ”

Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly a cold wind slammed against the oil-paper window, and a sharp roaring wind penetrated into the cracks, and the cold cat cried like a baby.

The silence of this courtyard suddenly became a kind of horror.

Xia Ji's right hand stretched out on the sandalwood, allowing the incense to bathe in the palm of his hand, and then suddenly stopped, containing extreme movement, with just one thought, he could draw the last talisman of [Xuanyuan Seventy-two Ukiyo].

The talisman turns into a divine soldier, and it will kill with one blow, and there will be no false hair.

Now his general divine consciousness can perceive about thirty miles, although the further he goes, the more unclear it becomes, but it is also very terrifying.

This is the perceptual level of the master of the mythological level.

The entire Jinzhu City had long been shrouded by him.

Suddenly, he smiled, because he found that the Qiqi girl next door was trembling with fright, huddled in the quilt, but even then he did not come to look for himself, which showed how bad his impression in her heart must be.

...

Click!!

An abnormal lightning bolt broke through the sky, illuminating the brief illumination of heaven and earth.

It also reflects Orion's pale face.

In an instant, the mountain was pitch black again.

"Ouch!!"

A miserable cry.

In the dark autumn rain, Wang Xiaoliu hugged his legs, rubbed his ankles, and cursed while rubbing: "Damn, why did you just break your foot, what should you do." ”

He skillfully massaged his feet, then slowly stood up, tried to walk a few steps, but it was still very slow, he could only limp away, and after walking for a while, he walked for a few minutes where he could have taken a few big steps.

The mountain rain was biting, Wang Xiaoliu shivered, "No, no, this autumn rain is cold and cold, I have to find a place to settle down and hide from the rain, otherwise I will be sick, no one will make money, and the mother-in-law at home will lift the roof."

It took more than an hour to rush back to Wangjia Village from here, and I remember that there was a mountain temple in front of me, just to hide from the rain. ”

Wang Xiaoliu cursed, he tightened the bamboo basket on his back, the basket contained mountain mushrooms and some wild herbs, these could not be sold directly in the market for a few dollars, but if it was given to those Central Plains merchants who received mountain goods, it would be able to triple it.

The black shadow limped down, along the mountain road, around a corner, and suddenly he was stunned, there were actually people in the dilapidated mountain temple in the small forest in front of him, and there seemed to be fire light from the crack in the door of the temple.

Warmth and shelter from the rain tempted Wang Xiaoliu, but he did not lose his mind after all.

"What if it's a thief, or a vicious villain?"

Wang Xiaoliu continued to drag forward...

After only walking a few steps, maybe the rain was too slippery, he screamed again, threw himself to the ground, and a lot of herbs and mushrooms in the bamboo basket fell.

"Ouch, ouch. ”

Wang Xiaoliu was angry in his heart, rubbing the mud on his hands, and cursed: "What the hell is this weather?"

His eyes turned again, "Why don't you go there and take a look, look at it from a distance, I have a short knife anyway." If the situation is not good, you will not go in. ”

Thinking so, Wang Xiaoliu slowly descended the hillside and went to the low-lying mountain temple.

He carefully hid behind a tree and slowly groped his way towards the mountain temple.

The autumn wind swept by, the chill was biting, and Wang Xiaoliu shivered a few times in a row.

He's already close...

From the half-open door of the mountain temple, he vaguely saw a woman, the appearance of a small jasper, as if she was a young lady from those big families in the city, very beautiful.

Wang Xiaoliu's heart suddenly felt hot, it was fate to be able to hide from the rain with such a woman, usually even if he wanted to talk to such a woman, he couldn't catch up.

He glanced at it again, and the woman's shadow was cast by the fire, buried between her legs, as if sobbing, and her thin shoulders shrugged and shrugged, so that people could not help but feel pity in their hearts.

"Alright..."

Wang Xiaoliu breathed a sigh of relief, limped in, entered the door, and asked in a loud voice, "The girl is lost alone?"

The woman didn't speak, just lowered her head and let out a soft sob.

"What's going on, girl?"

Wang Xiaoliu glanced at her shadow again and sat down opposite her by himself.

The woman finally spoke, crying, "I... I'm afraid..."

This voice was delicate and soft, which made the man suddenly have the desire to protect her.

Wang Xiaoliu touched the axe on his waist, and said boldly: "What are you afraid of! ”

"I... I'm afraid..."

The woman was still crying, her head bowed, her face buried between her legs, shivering.

Her voice was soft.

Wang Xiaoliu's heart was suddenly extremely hot, such barren mountains and mountains, lonely men and widows living in the same room... He swallowed his saliva, and then couldn't help but move a little distance to the girl, approached her, and shouted: "What is there to be afraid of, grandpa, I have been walking a lot in the mountains at night, and the wild wolf has also killed several heads, and today is unlucky..."

His words were abruptly interrupted.

"I... I'm afraid..."

Wang Xiaoliu felt a little wrong.

Why did this girl repeat a sentence from beginning to end.

And the tone and speed of these words are exactly the same.

He stretched out his hand to shake the woman, and suddenly he felt that it was dark in the mountain temple, and it was a huge shadow with a furry tail, which overwhelmed everything in the temple, but it was bypassed in an instant.

The light recovered, Wang Xiaoliu's body trembled suddenly, but he still held on, holding on tightly, he turned his head back and forth, "That... What's that?"

At this time, a woman's voice came from beside him:

"I... I'm afraid..."

This time, the voice was not pitiful, with a hint of eccentricity, as if something was learning human language.

The woman who had been buried in her knees slowly raised her head.

"I... I'm afraid..."

Bang dang...

Wang Xiaoliu glanced sideways, and the plate axe in his hand fell to the ground, his eyes widened in fear, his pupils constricted, and he screamed in horror, as if in a nightmare, but the words were already vague.

"Ahhhh

...

Daylight has finally arrived.

The autumn rain is still falling incomparably, and there is no sign of stopping.

"Lord Liang, several more people disappeared last night, and some of the surrounding villagers even heard the roar of the tiger, saying that the mountain monarch came to ask for his life. ”

"Mountain Monarch Asking for His Life?"

"There are always stories in these villages, and there are always people who die unjustly, so the villagers say that they are asking for their lives. ”

"This thing is weird, Xiao Yin, you take those four children and a teacher to take a look around, such a place is extremely dangerous, and it is too early for those four children who are not deeply involved in the world to come here.

I, along with other brothers, Dao idiot, Zhang Daolin, Hedao people, and other Dao masters took advantage of the day to check and check.

If it's really a demon, we're going to submit him too. ”

"Yes, Lord Liang. ”