"Did you kid add firewood?" "Added, but it's all wet firewood, like it hasn't been changed in some days." "What?" Qianjun also sat up. He took a few steps forward to the edge of the fire pit, looked around carefully, and frowned. The pit was thick with ash, and he suddenly reached out and plunged his slender fingers into the ashes that had not yet cooled. "The inside of the ash pit is wet, and the whole thing is soaked, so the fire will be extinguished as soon as it gets stuffy," Qianjun slowly stood up, his eyes unblinking, as he looked at his wet hand.

"This group of witches, when they arrived at their house, they didn't know that they would come out to entertain guests. Forget it, go to bed early, and get up early tomorrow," Wang Lie seemed very tired. But Qianjun didn't seem to hear it, he stood silently, his expression becoming more and more solemn. "Gang Leader Wang, don't you think there is something strange?" Qianjun's voice was still calm, but the refreshing chill in it made Wang Lie can't help but stand on end. His eyes gradually began to change, and there was a coldness in his gaze.

"It's the rainy season, and since the people rely on the fire pit to get wet, why didn't the fire pit light when we entered the house, but it took us half a day to light the firewood. That's because firewood is wet, commonly used fire pits, how can firewood in the pit be wet? The ashes were wet to the bottom, and it looked like someone had poured water into it. At this time, Lao Peng and the lame man also sat up, and the lame man stepped forward and inserted his ten fingers into the hot ash before proposing, and nodded at Lao Peng. "Since it's a humid place, you should change it often, and the house is clean and looks like it's lived. But the fire pit was doused with water, and the firewood did not seem to have been changed for several days. Qianjun whispered.

"What's even stranger is that we haven't seen any other witches at all this time! Just now Wang Bangtou said that there was no one to entertain, and I suddenly remembered that we saw the eleven people on Heize, and when we arrived at Heishuipu, it was still the eleven people. Even if it's the Gu God Festival now, the witches don't go out at home, but is it possible that if we enter this big house in such a large group, there will be no other owner in the house to come out and take a look? "Also...... Maybe," Wang Lie blinked, maybe it didn't come out of nowhere. A kind of fear has quietly spread from the bottom of his heart, and even a person as cold as a cripple feels a chill down his spine. All the guys woke up, and the room was frighteningly quiet. People's eyes were on the silent old Peng.

"It's a little weird," after a long time, Lao Peng nodded heavily, "When you go out, you can't be defenseless." "Cripple, stone, and a few of you, Lao Wang will take it, take a light step, and go to the outside hall to have a look," Lao Peng lowered his voice, "Brother Shang is cautious and meticulous, and he also went over to help." Rong Liang took five more to the door to see how the mules, horses and goods were doing, and I took the rest of the people to wait here for your news!" Everyone looked at each other: "Yes!" The rain rustled on the rooftops, and the only sound was the men's breathing. Wang Lie and a few men walked in the dark.

The silence is frightening. They didn't dare to go inside the witchman's house to check, and there was nothing suspicious around them, but there was a feeling that lingered in their minds - they were the only living people here. Somehow, the guys suddenly believed that Qianjun's doubts were indeed not wrong. "Who!" Wang Lie let out a low snort. "Me!" The lame man snuck over with two fellows. "We opened a room and looked," the lame man's face turned pale, "and there was no one! He said this to Qianjun, and among all the people, only Qianjun's expression remained unchanged.

"Go back, find the head of the Peng gang first," Qianjun said in a low voice, "Everyone get together, don't get separated." Something must be wrong! "Oh!" In the darkness it seemed that the stone shouted. "How?" Startled, the army raised its torches sharply. "It's okay, hit the cupboard," Stone rubbed his shoulder. "There's fire in there!" I don't know who whispered. The stone struck a huge antique wooden cabinet with intricate and strange patterns painted on lacquer. The old wooden cabinet went unnoticed at first, but a stone accidentally hit it, causing the door to open a line, revealing a fire.

The green tendons on the back of the lame's hand were exposed, and he took two steps back and tore open the green bow, and a group of men had weapons in their hands, forming a semi-circle circle. Qianjun hesitated slightly, and the hand holding the black knife slowly reached out, and with a blow from the hilt of his knife, the cabinet door opened with a bang. "Dead man!" The stone roared in horror, and the long dagger in his hand shook, but his body retreated. "It's fine!" Qianjun pressed his back from behind, "It's not a human bone, it's a silver deer head." There was a faint green fire floating in the cabinet, and the light of two fine wax sticks was strange. It was a deer skull, cut down by the neck and offered in a snow-white porcelain plate, which at first glance looked like a human skull, and under the light of the torches, a layer of snow-white silver light dazzled the eyes of the men, only the eyeholes were pitch black.

"Hell, what are the witches doing with this?" The lame man was undecided. "It's like pure silver, something of a lot of value," the stone reached out and tapped on the cheek of the silver deer's head, which made an empty sound. The merchant, this greed has never been extinguished, at this time, I don't know if I am in the realm of death, the stone still stepped forward, holding the silver deer head in both hands and carefully examining it, with a look of obsession on his face. "Not necessarily pure silver," Qianjun whispered, "It's such a realistic thing, it looks like a real deer skull has a layer of silver on it." It's better not to leave it alone, this house is full of evil spirits, don't mess with the contents of it. ”

When he said this, he suddenly felt a little strange. A group of people gathered in front of the wooden cabinet, and suddenly there was silence. Wang Lie always reminded everyone not to touch the things in the witches' house, but he didn't make a sound. All eyes were focused on the gilded deer skull, with a look of infatuation. Qianjun swept around, and the corner of his eye fell on the deer skull. Suddenly, a terrible premonition rose from the bottom of his heart, but he couldn't take his eyes off it. For some reason, he just wanted to take a second look at the deer skull, and the two hollow eye sockets on the skull seemed to suck his gaze in, melting into the bottomless darkness.

This was a hideous and ugly totem, but the more he looked at it, the more he couldn't help but smile. Gradually, the deer's head became more and more like a human face in his eyes, a soft look revealed in his eyeballless sockets, and a slight smile appeared on his gilded cheeks. He actually saw the deer's head slowly open its mouth and smile, as if it was laughing, and as if it was about to eat him...... There was a slight chill on the back of his neck, and it was a drop of water on the roof beam that happened to hit the back of his neck. Qianjun suddenly regained consciousness from the nightmare, and a cold shiver suddenly replaced the warmth on his body. "Don't look at that thing!" Qianjun shouted and shook his arms, and shook Wang Lie and his men to the ground.

"Ouch!" The pain of falling to the ground made Wang Lie sober up too. There was still some chaos in his head, but he had already crawled out with his hands and feet, and his years of experience in walking through the clouds made him realize that something was wrong, and shouted in his mouth: "Get out of the way, get out of the way, don't look at that thing!" His hoarse voice was like a file grinding the ear bones of everyone, startling all the men to dodge a few steps. A gloomy wind was blowing in from outside the door, and the guys gathered together, looking at the person left by the wooden cabinet, and under the light of the two green fires, the smile on his face became more and more joyful, and more and more weird. That's stone.

Qianjun also pushed him to the ground, but the deer head was still in his palm, and after he got up, he seemed to be completely unable to hear the movement next to him, just carefully holding the deer head, staring at the pair of black hole holes without blinking. It's far away, and the guys can see clearly whether the deer head is still the deer head, where is the half-smiling look? On the contrary, two lines of blood red slowly overflowed from the dark eye sockets, as if two lines of blood tears were extremely thick, slowly sliding down the silver cheeks. Everyone was shocked by this terrifying scene, and no one made a sound quietly. "Don't touch it! Stone! Don't touch that blood, shake that thing off! Is that...... Be...... It's a bloody Gu! Wang Lie suddenly roared wildly, as if he remembered something, and his voice had changed tone in horror.

But it was too late, and the men watched the stone wipe the two lines of blood and tears lovingly as if holding a woman's delicate face like a flower. Blood stuck to his hand, and he shook it, and the deer's skull fell to the ground. The stone stood there in a daze, looking at his blood-stained hands, and everyone seemed to have an illusion that a bright red flower suddenly bloomed on the stone's hand! By the time the people came to their senses, the mournful wails of the stones were already resounding in the big room. It wasn't a flower, it was a stone hand that exploded in an instant. All the flesh turned into a slurry and splattered out, leaving only Sen Senran's hand bones! This was not the end, the stone was blistering with blood on his wrist, and the blood seemed to be boiling, corroding all the way up his arm, and the slender blood splattered vertically and horizontally.

Everyone watched as his arm bones were exposed one by one, as if there was an invisible devil in the void, biting off his flesh one by one, and in a blink of an eye, only a white bone remained in his left arm. The two guys who were good with the stone wanted to rush up to save him, but before they could get close, they had already been stained with the splattered blood plasma. The blood was like hot molten iron, and as soon as it touched the clothes, it immediately scalded open, and when it touched the skin, it penetrated straight in, leaving only a reddish-brown blood spot on the surface. The two men were slightly stunned, and then howled like a stone. The skin that had been stuck to the plasma suddenly exploded, and the wound continued to expand as if it had been corroded by a potion of magic, and in the blink of an eye, white bones were visible.

Lao Peng stepped into this big house with an arrow, and what he saw was a hellish scene. The two fine green waxes in the cabinet burned like torches, and the bodies of the three people struggled wildly in the firelight, and the blood shot from their bodies splashed straight away, and there was no longer half of the intact skin on their bodies. "This is ......" Lao Peng couldn't believe his eyes. No one answered him. No one could make a sound, and Wang Lie, the cripple, and even Qianjun all leaned against the wall far away from the cabinet with all their might, watching as the three of them were devoured by the blood foam, as if an invisible ghost hand was choking their throats.

When the wailing finally stopped, there were only four bloody skeletons left on the side of the cabinet. The skeleton stood there, twisting in movements that ordinary people dare not imagine, allowing people to clearly see the pain of the last moment. Most of their flesh had melted away, leaving only four maroon skeletons with fragments of clothing hanging from them. The corners of Lao Peng's eyes jumped like a spasm, and Lao Lu's knees weakened and he knelt on the ground. Everything in front of them seemed to be happening in hell, and the stench of blood floating in the air was unbearable, but everyone couldn't even vomit, they only felt that their bodies were completely unconscious, as if they were in the cold ice and snow.

There was a moment of silence, and with a "click", the skeleton tumbled to the ground and fell into pieces. The blood sticking to the bone fragments slowly gathered and gathered into a small pool, like a dish of paint knocked over by a painter, and it was thrillingly red. The blood, in particular, was bubbling and bubbling like a living thing, slowly changing shape on the floor. "Fire! Take the fire, take the fire and burn it! Wang Lie shouted hoarsely.

Qianjun snatched the torch from one of the men's hands and threw it at the blood. As the flames approached, the blood retreated half a foot as if it were spiritual. As soon as the spark set up, the blood burst into flames like oil, burning as it seeped into the torches, dyeing the white birch sticks a terrible bright red. It was just a small torch, and at last it rose a man-high raging flame, and the flames twisted in the wind, like the wild dance seen when encountering the witches in the evening, echoing the invisible gods and ghosts. Eventually, the flames were extinguished, and the whole torch shattered into gray-white powder, and the wooden floor was only slightly charred. There were a few "gurgling" sounds from inside the silver deer's head, and the "pop" completely cracked and turned into a pile of white ash.

It was silent, not even breathing, only the sound of rain. Qianjun and Lao Peng glanced at each other, and the two of them took a hard breath, and their breathing was unusually heavy. "What the hell is a Blood Demon Gu?" Qianjun pressed Wang Lie's shoulder tightly, trying to help him calm down. Wang Lie leaned against the wall panel, his eyes revealing a terrible dead gray. "Lao Wang!" Lao Peng roared violently. Wang Lie's body trembled suddenly, and only then did he regain his senses. "Blood...... The Blood Demon Gu is a big ...... Great Gu. I...... I've only heard of it,"

Wang Lie swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and his voice was extremely weak, "The people who raise Gu are also afraid that the enemy will frame them. Therefore, there are traps in the house, and the most fierce is the Blood Demon Gu. That Gu is refined from the blood of everyone in the family, young and old, and then placed on the most valuable things in the family, if the enemy family harms their whole family, they are bound to loot valuable things, at this time, as long as they encounter the treasure under the blood demon Gu, there is only one way to die.