I really don't know how this old woman survived in this cellar, maybe this darkness that can't see her fingers is precisely the last glimmer of hope for her to live.

When we came out, there was no movement in the village.

"The baby spirit is gone?"

I was muttering quietly when suddenly several dolls wearing belly pockets jumped out from behind the hut, their faces flushed, and their eyes glaring at the monk were cold and evil.

"Go back!"

They pressed forward and said, "Go back to the cellar!"

The monk meditated silently, and the pale golden Buddha light gushed out from the wooden bowl, shrouding the bodies of several infant spirits, and immediately saw the milk doll around us fixed in place, really like a pottery doll, motionless, dumbfounded to maintain the movements and expressions of the moment just now.

"It's a fixation spell. Behind him, there was the voice of the old woman who seemed to melt into the night.

The monk's eyebrows furrowed quickly, but it was only for a moment, and I almost thought it was my own delusion.

"Let's go. His expression was grim.

Coming out of the cellar, the scenery of Huaman Village seemed to have changed again, the ground under his feet was cracked and rough, there was no grass, the trunks of the big trees on the roadside were withered and old, the branches and leaves were all withered and rotten, the thatched huts and wooden houses of every family had become dilapidated, and some adobe walls had collapsed.

Above the sky, there was no light, as if there was a film of light and shadow that enveloped the entire village, imprisoning all the darkness and resentment here.

The wind was cold.

The painter on the monk's back trembled instinctively, as if subconsciously feeling uneasy and frightened.

After we walked more than ten meters, just past the earthen well in the village, we suddenly felt a strange vibration from the ground under our feet.

"Oops, it's coming,......" the old woman shouted in a hurry.

Before I could finish speaking, I saw milk dolls squeezed out of the soil one by one, like bubbles spit out of a fish's mouth, and a pink belly pocket doll jumped out of the crack with a pop.

They surrounded us, and it was the baby who led the way!

"What ...... now?"

I panicked.

Later, the old woman obviously approached, looking very frightened, trembling all over, and even closed her eyes and did not dare to look.

The monk was as steady as Mount Tai, his cold gaze was directed at the baby, and his voice was low: "Let us go, I will lead my brother back and spend it for you." ”

All the dolls did not say a word, but glared at us with the evil and cold eyes that they had just seen in the house, and their little lips were pursed, just like the cruel appearance of a child when he sulked every day.

"Don't go!" the baby shouted.

The monk did not flinch, and with the Buddha's light emanating from the wooden bowl enveloping us, he took the old woman and the painter a few steps forward.

Those dolls seemed to be very afraid of this Buddha light, although the encirclement was not loose, but they did not dare to come closer, and they were still very afraid of the light, the faint golden halo passed, they would retreat some distance, blink vigorously to avoid the light.

Seeing this, I hurriedly told the monk secretly.

"They are afraid of light!"

They are all dead babies in the mother's body, and naturally they have never seen the light of this world.

The monk nodded quietly, and silently recited something in his mouth, the Buddha's light became more intense, and as he moved closer to the entrance of the village inch by inch, we were only more than ten meters away from the archway engraved with flowers in the village.

But at this moment, the baby was even more anxious and angry, picked up the stone on the ground and threw it at us.

The infant spirit is afraid of the Buddha's light, but the monks, painters and old women are also living people, so they are naturally afraid of being hit by stones, and the other dolls have followed suit, picking up stones and mud on the ground and throwing them at us.

All of a sudden, the throwing stones of Qi brush brush are like hail falling from the sky, even the Buddha's light can not be stopped, the old woman screamed behind her, the monk carried the painter, couldn't dodge, the forehead was hit by a stone, and a wisp of red instantly flowed down.

Although the painter was lying on his stomach, he was not much better, and the stones that hit him several times bounced off my side and landed in the wooden bowl, blocking the Buddha light that gushed out.

"Master, quick, quick...... If we hadn't gotten rid of these obstacles, we'd have to die here!" shouted the old woman as she hid behind the monk with her eyes closed.

For some reason, I suddenly felt that her voice sounded very poignant.

Monk support

Hands, the sleeves of the robes covered the wooden bowl, while protecting me, while forcibly walking towards the entrance of the village, but the Buddha's light has dimmed a lot, and before he has time to walk another half a meter, the dolls have already rushed up.

"No, don't!"

The old woman screamed, her closed eyes opened suddenly, and she didn't know where she had the strength, and pushed the monk hard to crash into the baby spirit who was besieging her, and ran away, dragging her legs like two chicken feet and staggering towards the entrance of the village, as if she could escape from this hell on earth as long as she crossed the archway!

But when she ran to the edge of the archway, dozens of red silk ribbons swept behind her, as if dozens of blood-stained claws stretched out by the hell demon at the same time, instantly penetrating the old woman's body from her back and dragging her back.

Tear and pull!

It's like a piece of cloth pierced by hundreds of steel needles.

The already thin body was completely entangled by the surging red silk, only to hear the click, the sound of bones being broken by rough brute force, the old woman's head gurgled and rolled to the ground, black blood splattered out, and the blood was like a flower.

There was a sudden smell of blood in the air.

I was tightly protected by the monk in my arms, so that I did not roll out when he fell, and the painter also fell, lying at the monk's feet, lifeless, with large beads of blood on the top of his head.

On the other side, the red silk wrapped around the old woman's body did not let go, and there was a sucking sound with relish inside, but in a moment, the corpse was only left with a thin paper-thin, tattered skin.

The red silk brushed away, and the tattered leather fell to the ground softly, exactly like the paper man we saw a moment ago!

I poked my head out from under the monk's arm and watched as the dolls withdrew the red silk in their hands, their still somewhat blue and black faces turned white and lovely again, as if they had absorbed nutrients and regained their vitality.

It's horrible!

They feed themselves on the flesh of the living!

But at this moment, the infant spirits suddenly turned around without warning, and jumped in groups, forming a large circle around the old woman's head, holding hands, and jumping and laughing.

"Old woman, bad heart, umbilical cord blood, smeared on the face, Zihe Che, hidden in the belly, owe me a life, kill my mother......"