almost caused a catastrophe, and the bamboo thought to himself that he would walk away for a while, how could these two people fall into such a predicament, and the adults really didn't make people worry.

He was in a hurry and busy, holding his little waist out of breath, organizing the language quickly in his little brain, the amount of information was a bit large, but now his eyebrows were already burning, and he couldn't care so much, seeing that his voice was lost in the shouts of everyone, he raised his voice and shouted: "Childe, it's not a person!"

It still doesn't seem right.

Mo Xingran on the high platform paused when he heard this, at this time, if he could drive the gods to jump off the high platform, he would definitely open a scoop of the bamboo's small brain to see if it was hollow inside: "Tell the point!"

"He, they, are the ghosts, this village..."Bamboo gasped, "It's not Shakixi Village, it's Corpse West Village!"

More than 40 villagers in the audience looked at each other, but none of them made a sound.

I only heard the old man on crutches snort coldly: "Huangkou Xiaoer, you don't want to be honest, this matter is none of your business, leave quickly, anger the gods, Batian doesn't care if you are big or small." He squinted slightly, the corners of his eyes were full of wrinkles, and the strange expression on his face looked very gloomy against the firelight.

The bamboo stuck in his waist and gasped for a long time, and finally eased up, although he was small, his momentum was not false, and he pointed to the old man's face: "I tell you, old man, you say that I am not worthy of you, you have to be so capable, you come to kill me! I see if you can let me lose a hair!"

He turned his face and shouted at the high platform: "Childe, they are dead souls, they can only let you be killed by external forces or be willing to commit suicide, they are not entities, they can't hurt our lives, and there are no gods in this village at all, they are all demons!

Mo Xingran felt that something was wrong, just now he was obviously pressed to the ground by a few big men and couldn't struggle, but he didn't think much about it at this time, he would rather believe that what Zhuzi said was true, if this kid was made up blindly, he would go back to the ancient sky to knock out his small teeth.

He shook the knife in his hand and turned to help Wuge untie it: "Are you okay, I'll help you get the rope out of it first." ”

Wuge lowered his head, trembling like a cramp, Mo Xingran was even more anxious when he saw it, he hurriedly helped her cut the rope, seeing that Wuge's body was like having no bones, and he was about to fall back as soon as he landed, he hurriedly wanted to reach out to hug him, who knew that his hand stretched out halfway, Wuge suddenly stood still, she lowered her head and pushed him away without warning, and the strength was so great that she pushed him directly off the high platform.

"Childe!" Bamboo ran to Mo Xingran's side, the clothes on Mo Xingran's back had been burned by the fire, and Bamboo snatched a broom from the hand of a villager, and jerked at Mo Xingran to extinguish the fire.

A few blisters immediately appeared on Mo Xingran's back, and he didn't care about the pain, he got up from the ground and shouted at Wuge: "Don't worry, I'll find a way to get you down now!"

"Boon, it's almost dawn, what should I do now? The rickety man leaned up to the old man and whispered.

"Hmph, what else can I do, I can kill one by one, this woman's taste is very unusual, if Batian can absorb her spiritual power, our village will not have to live this kind of precarious life. Quick, hurry up and summon Batian, it will be too late in a while, fast!" the old man looked anxious, he covered his mouth with one hand and whispered, and with the other hand he held a cane and kept tapping the ground.

The rickety man nodded, and quickly hid among the villagers, nowhere to be found.

The old man winked at a tall man beside him, and the man shouted, "Don't let them get away with it! Let them run away, we all have to be buried together, everyone!"

Suddenly, there was a lot of noise, and those villagers suddenly became like outlaws, holding the nail rake and hoe in their hands and rushing towards Mo Xingran and bamboo, and even more, they took pots and pans and rushed up, I don't know who took a broken bowl and knocked it on Mo Xingran's head in the chaos, he instantly felt that the world was spinning, and blood was flowing down the corners of his forehead.

"Bamboo, didn't you say they couldn't hurt our lives?" Mo Xingran shouted in a shouting and beating, and there were many people in confusion, and he fell to the ground with his head in his hands.

"I, I don't know! That's what the tablet says!" Bamboo is small, and he got into someone else's crotch, and the man couldn't catch him with his ass twisted.

Mo Xingran suddenly got up without warning, raised his leg and kicked the chest of the person in front of him. "Bamboo, you go, quickly, save her!"

"Ouch, who killed a thousand knives!" I saw that the group of people fell down one by one, and the follow-up villagers didn't care about the neighbors, stepped on their bodies, waved the guys in their hands and rushed forward.

Bamboo was nimble, taking advantage of the panic to get out of the gap in the crowd, he dragged a bamboo ladder from the side of the earthen wall, quickly got a wet cloth to wrap on the stone, he hey and hey lifted the ladder to the edge of the high platform, and only with the strength of feeding did he build the ladder that was two of his height on the high platform.

Gritting his little teeth, opening his nostrils, and raising his hands high, he threw the stone wrapped in a wet cloth onto the high platform violently, so that he almost didn't take himself with him.

He swore that this was the fastest spin in his life: "Fairyton, you are about to slide down the ladder with a wet cloth, quickly, Childe will not be able to support it for long." ”

Mo Xingran didn't know who was shining a stick on the back of his head, his body had reached the limit, his consciousness was a little blurred, and when he was washed down from the waterfall today, he protected Wuge, the old injury was not healed and a new injury was added, and the person was already staggering and about to fall.

Wuge on the stage didn't respond, she curled up on the stage, holding her legs and twitching all over, the flames had already pressed towards her, her face was covered with sweat, but she didn't know whether it was cold or hot.

Seeing that the bamboo ladder was about to be used as firewood to be roasted and scattered, the bamboo was turning in a hurry, he was just a bamboo cultivated into a positive fruit, when did he experience this kind of thing, he would look at Mo Xing Dye for a while, look at Wuge for a while, his brain was hot, he gritted his teeth, got up, picked up a stone, and threw it at the group of villagers with a shout: "You dead ghosts, come to chase me! Let go of my son-in-law!"

After shouting, he spread his short legs and ran for his life, and followed a group of angry villagers behind his small body.

At this moment, the rooster in the village crowed, and the sky was a little hazy, and the sun had not yet probed.

An evil wind blew from the entrance of the village, and the sand on the ground danced.

Not far from the entrance of the village behind the sky tree appeared a terrifying figure, only to see that it is higher than the two-zhang tall tree, it has a humanoid torso, is taking heavy steps step by step to this side, everywhere the house kennel has been trampled down, into some, only to see clearly, his body is actually made of countless white bones, the forest is terrifying, it has no skin and flesh around the body, only a left arm swaying and wandering, no right arm, not even a head, its huge body has no center of gravity, walking crookedly。

This behemoth is not a monster or something? This should be the god in the mouth of the villagers of Corpse West Village!

The Batian went straight to the high platform step by step, the bamboo man over there had short legs, and it didn't take long for the villagers to grab the back collar and be lifted up by the big man like a chicken.

The villagers tied the bamboo to Mo Xingran, who was already unstable, and then prostrated on the ground respectfully, and no one in the village dared to gasp loudly except for the sound of chickens crowing and the sound of "dong, dong" trembling in the earthquake.

Mo Xingran was in a trance and saw that Batian walked to the high platform, raised his left arm, opened his five fingers, and grabbed Wuge, Mo Xingran snorted weakly, but there was nothing he could do.

Wuge was grabbed from the high platform by Batian, and it clutched Wuge's flesh-and-blood body.

Wuge only felt that her internal organs were about to be crushed, she couldn't breathe anymore, and the vitality she could feel was passing quickly, and the monster was like sucking the water in her body, trying to suck her dry little by little. Her body was still shaking, more exaggerated than before, her lips trembling and her teeth clenched, she felt her internal organs bleeding.

Suddenly, a bright red floated between Wuge's eyebrows, the cinnabar mole on her forehead flashed a strange red light, her hands and feet stopped trembling, and a strange aura condensed in the dantian, this qi was very strange, rampaging between her viscera, as if to break through her body and rush straight to her spiritual platform.

In an instant, wisps of red light slowly overflowed between the fingers of the white bones piled up in the sky, like smoke around the palm of the white bones, and the red smoke was like a living red snake, slowly winding up the bone arm, this scene was really weird and gorgeous.

The red smoke spread, getting thicker and thicker, the left arm of the sky suddenly seemed to be scattered by a huge force, a loud "bang", scattered white bones like fireworks, with the first rays of sunlight in the morning glow to remove the clouds, countless dry bones in the air, under the golden morning sun, shattered into tens of millions of bones, refracted the sunlight, turned into the sky of golden powder.

The dilapidated houses in front of you, the blazing high platform, the big trees at the entrance of the village, the festive red lanterns hanging on the treetops, the puppies lying on the door with closed eyes, the messy hoes and nail rakes on the ground, the strange villagers, the terrifying monsters pulling out the sky... In an instant, they all disappeared into the golden powder in the sky, and disappeared without a trace.

And where they are now is a country idyll, which is obviously a bone mound made of tens of thousands of white bones!

Wuge was surrounded by enchanting red smoke, there was blood at the corners of her mouth, her eyes closed, and she fell from mid-air into the bone mound in the morning sun.

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"Bamboo, what kind of exercise is that, have you seen it?" In the rape flower field outside the corpse West Village, Mo Xingran touched his chin and squatted beside Wuge, his eyebrows were high on one side and low on the other, looking at Wuge with a puzzled expression.

Zhuzi recalled the danger just now, and stared at the stone archway not far away with the words "Corpse West Village": "I haven't seen it." ”

"Did she do that?" Mo Xing didn't lift his head.

"It's not. Bamboo came back to his senses and looked at Mo Xingran with disdain, Mo Xingran was like a pug at this time, lying on Wuge's body and sniffing left and right.

"Isn't she who she is?" Mo Xingran stroked the cinnabar mole between Wuge's forehead with one hand, the color was not as gorgeous as Fang Cai at this time, was it his delusion. However, it really seems to...

"Childe, didn't I tell you, I just went out along the backyard, and there is a tattered stone tablet under the back mountain, on which are the names of all the people in this village, and when they died are clearly recorded. "Impatient, very impatient, Bamboo can't help but wonder if the three princes should have any new bad habits, such as not loving women, preferring Longyang, thinking about it, Bamboo was stunned, and couldn't help but take a step.

Mo Xingran turned his head to look at the small appearance of the bamboo, and straightened his expression: "Did I tell you the same thing?"

"Didn't Childe say that the villagers suddenly disappeared?"

"I'm talking about the shattering of the Bone Pulling Arm. ”

The two of them didn't talk together.

"Third brother!" A girl with a delicate face ran from the other side of the rape flower field, and the girl's smart hair flew with the rhythm of running, it was the noble princess of the eternal sky, Mo Fengjue.

Feng Jue saw that the person in front of her was safe and sound, but she was a little haggard, the girl's eyes were slightly red, and tears were rolling in her eyes.

"Hey, hey, Feng Jue, don't, so many people are watching" Mo Xingran had a headache, why was his sister so sentimental.

Feng Jue held back her tears when she heard this, and looked around, except for the two of them, there was bamboo and lying on the ground...

Isn't that the demon?!

"He, he, is he dead?"

"Ahem, ahem... Who are you cursing?" Wu Ge on the ground opened a pair of clear eyes slowly, and the pain on her body was compared to that of being washed off the cliff yesterday, and at this time, she heard this sentence as soon as she woke up, unlucky, very unlucky.

When Mo Xingran saw it, tears suddenly poured up, he suddenly could understand why Feng Jue always loved to cry, he really couldn't help it!