This small wooden house in the south of the city was originally an abandoned house.

No one knows how many years this house has been left here, and now it is the domain of the children.

Jingchen and a group of friends came here, and what greeted them was a gate made of green grass, and there were actually some flowers on it. This Ken

It's the masterpiece of those girls.

Walk through this arched gate and enter a courtyard inside.

The clutter inside has been piled up in one corner by the children, and most of the other places are empty, making it look very spacious.

"Brother Hao, it's really yours, even the yard has been cleared out, I'm afraid this is a big project." Jingchen admired the authenticity.

"Of course, if you go inside the house again, it will surprise you even more." The eldest boy said.

Jingchen hurriedly turned his head to look at the wooden house.

This wooden house has been carefully organized by the children in the past half month.

Some of the door frames that had fallen off were actually nailed up. Jingchen pushed the door in, and it looked a little dark inside, but it was very clean.

A tattered wooden table and a wooden bed were all there was in the room, not even a chair.

"Brother Hao, where are all the things inside?" Jingchen looked at the clean room and asked a little strangely.

"Haha, a fire burned down, and no one wanted those broken woods, so they had to be burned." The boy named Brother Hao replied.

"It's really good, in this way, this room will be much cleaner, but it is a little cold." This kind of old house has not been popular for a long time, when

However, it will give people a desolate feeling.

"Cut, what are you afraid of, it's broad daylight, nothing at all." Brother Na Hao said, came over and hugged Jingchen's shoulder.

"Speaking of which, we really found something here, but we couldn't open it anyway, and we were reluctant to break it, Chenjing

You stay in the palace and see how much you know, see if this thing is worth it? Brother Hao said, and walked towards the corner of the room with Jingchen.

Jingchen saw that there, a half-meter-high round jar was being placed.

The jar was brown in color, with some strange patterns printed on it, and a lid that seemed to be made of iron was sealed on it, sealing the jar tightly.

"Look, it's it, we can't open it after a long time, and we're afraid that this jar is valuable, so I'm going to let you see it first, and then break it." Brother Hao pointed to the altar and said.

At this moment, the men and women outside all walked in and gathered around the two of them.

Curiosity is the surname of every teenager, and now that Chenjing, who has seen the most in their eyes, is here, it is natural to listen to his opinion.

More than a dozen children were crowded here, and the room suddenly seemed a little crowded, but no one cared about this.

Jingchen stepped forward and knocked on the jar with his hand, and there were a few crisp knocks, but the altar is not worth a lot of money.

Soon, Jingchen had a judgment. Such a brown broken jar is not worth anything at all.

In his palace, the valuable flower pots and other porcelain were white with some delicate patterns painted on them.

It's like this jar, in terms of shape, it's like a magnified night pot, and in terms of color, it's not as good as those white porcelain.

So Jingchen quickly made up his mind.

"Okay, since you Chenjing said it, let's smash it and see what's inside, it's actually sealed with an iron cover, I really don't know

So-called. ”

Brother Nahao said, called a few teenagers, and several people carried the half-meter-high jar to the courtyard together.

The children swarmed out of it again.

Jingchen and a few good boys found a few relatively large stones, and the four of them stood around the altar.

"Ready, it's going to be smashed." Brother Hao said.

"Three, two, one, smash!"

With a shout, the stones in the hands of several teenagers flew towards the jar.

With a bang, the jar was smashed to pieces.

Then, suddenly, a thick cloud of black smoke flew out from the broken jar, instantly filling the audience.

"You all deserve to die! Die! Die! Die! ”

A female voice came from the smoke, and the sound of dead words lingered in this small courtyard for a long time.

The children were terrified, and with a few screams, several girls fell to the ground.

At the critical moment, Brother Na Hao stood up and shouted loudly: "Don't be stunned, take a few of them and run." ”

Although there was black fog and terrifying sounds, there was nothing to kill or injure the surname, not even some terrifying pictures.

The other teenagers quickly picked up a few girls who had fallen to the ground, and then a dozen of them ran outside.

When they came to the outside of the courtyard, a nest of people did not stop, and continued to run forward, until they ran to a lively street, and then everyone stopped.

"Whirring ......"

Everyone couldn't help but gasp.

After a while, Brother Hao said: "Count them all, are there any fewer people?" ”

The crowd looked around, but there was no one missing.

At this time, several frightened girls had already sobered up, but they were a little sane, and they seemed to be frightened a lot.

Everyone no longer had the courage to go back to that courtyard, and at that moment, Brother Hao arranged for a few people to send those girls home, and Jingchen also ran quickly towards the house.

Today's events are very strange, and all the children know that something terrible has happened, but none of them dare to say it, because it is really terrible.

Jingchen returned to Wang Qingmin's courtyard, and Wang Qingmin instantly discovered his arrival.

At first, Wang Qingmin didn't care, but when he used to sweep around with his divine sense, his divine sense fell on Jingchen, and he suddenly found Jing

Something is wrong with Tatsu.

In his divine sense, Jingchen was emitting a puff of black smoke all over his body, especially on the top of his head, which was even more black and yin.

Is this a curse? Or is it a ghost?

Wang Qingmin opened his eyes and looked at Jingchen, who was walking towards the door.

"Boy Chen, come here, I have something to ask you." Wang Qingmin sat on his bed and said to Jingchen.

"Aha, Uncle Immortal, what are you looking for me?" Jingchen yawned, looking tired, but still sane.

"Boy Chen, tell me, where did you go today?" Wang Qingmin looked at Jingchen's appearance and said slowly.

"Oh, today, I went to the old house in the south of the city with a group of friends, and then ...... And then...... I can't remember. Jingchen rubbed his head suspiciously.

There is a problem there. Wang Qingmin instantly thought that this world where immortal cultivators existed was too dangerous for mortals, and they would be touched if they were not careful

What a terrible existence.

Wang Qingmin got off the bed, and with a wave of his right hand, a yellow light flew out of his hand and fell on Jingchen's head.

Taoist skills, divine light arts.

In just one moment, the black qi on Jingchen's body was expelled, and Jingchen quickly remembered what happened today.

After listening to Jingchen's words, Wang Qingmin sneered in his heart, and then said: "Boy Chen, if you still want your group of friends to live,

Today we're going to go door-to-door to find them. ”

"Huh? Uncle Immortal, what's wrong? Jingchen asked scaredly.

"Let's go, talk as you go, you should be cursed." Wang Qingmin said.

"Cursed? Are you sure? Isn't it scary? Jingchen still didn't believe it, because he didn't seem to feel anything.

"Alright, let's go, it's too late." Wang Qingmin urged.

"Oh, okay, let's go, let's go to Brother Hao's house first, he's close here." Jingchen hurriedly came to Wang Qingmin to lead the way.

At this time, Wang Qingmin's divine sense had already locked on the wooden house.

In his mind, the house and the courtyard were covered in black mist, and from time to time a woman's figure appeared from inside.

"Hehe, I really didn't expect that an otherworldly version of the curse was staged, but that spell spirit is not powerful, because this is a cultivator

The world of the people, you little spell spirit, is dead. Wang Qingmin pondered as he observed the courtyard.

"Uncle Immortal, hurry up." Jing Chen began to urge in front.

"Okay, come on." Wang Qingmin hurriedly followed.

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