The stars on the horizon arched over the moon, and the white jade disk-like moon illuminated the earth much brighter than in the first half of the night, reflecting on Lao Zhou and Fang Fatzi, stretching the shadows of Lao Zhou and Fang Fatzi by more than three meters.

The pattern behind the cotton clothes worn by Lao Zhou is very special, one red and one black, representing yin and yang, chasing each other's tails to form a long journey of two carp. The eight directions of the carp are painted with patterns representing the eight trigrams, although it does not look like a robe on the whole, but it should be used when doing it.

The surroundings are silent and gripping.

The sound of the breeze and footsteps in my ears was heard.

Every villa is like a soul at the moment, the door is the mouth, and the eyes are in the window. It was as if all the windows were tilting their eyes on Lao Zhou and Fang Fatzi. The door seemed to be open at any time, waiting to swallow the flesh and soul of Lao Zhou and Fang Fatzi.

Weeds on the pavement are swaying in the wind.

Lao Zhou held a half-burned cigarette in his mouth, and rolled up the sleeve of his right hand holding the knife, revealing sickly black skin, and his shriveled muscles looked like a withered old man who was about to die. There is a small five-centimeter-long tattoo on the skin, which is an ordinary mountain peak, and the back of a woman on the peak is hidden in the tattoo.

"Uncle ......"

The environment of silence and death affects the mentality of Fang Fat all the time.

Fang Fatzi's fingers holding the sword turned white, and he subconsciously felt that there was wind floating behind him just now, so he looked back in shock.

He saw his shadow moving!

The shadow was dancing as if it had been knocked into medicine, and he didn't care at all that the fat man had noticed the abnormality, as if he was deliberately doing it to show him.

"Don't look at him, it's all a trick."

Lao Zhou spit the cigarette butt to the ground.

"Pop ......"

The cigarette butt did not go out when it fell to the ground, but instead grew backwards and re-turned into an intact and unlit cigarette.

Lao Zhou squinted his eyes and didn't speak, then lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, took a puff of tobacco and spit out a big puff of smoke.

The smoke grew exponentially in the air.

It developed into a barrier in front of Lao Zhou.

Lao Zhou kept smoking for a moment, quickly turned around and slashed at his shadow with his backhand. Then he turned around and rushed out of the smoke barrier, as if chasing something hiding in the smoke, splitting the smoke in two with a single sword.

The third puff of smoke.

"Ahh

Old Zhou's shadow on the ground twitched and twisted, and a scream of pain was heard.

Lao Zhou ignored the shadow, and cut the smoke into four pieces with one knife, and shattered the smoke into ten thousand pieces one after another.

"Uh......"

The smoke was crushed by Lao Zhou.

While withering in the air, confetti drifted in the smoke and fell all over Lao Zhou's body. Lao Zhou took a fourth puff of cigarette, took a step forward and knelt down on one knee and inserted the knife into the gap between the stone slabs on the ground, and his left hand bent back into Qingming to buckle on the handle of the knife, divided, and the red rope hung jade and shined: "Open!"

"Boom!"

There was nothing in front of him, but the sound of a heavy stone door opening.

And Fang Fatzi suddenly felt a lightness on his shoulders, and a paper figure who didn't know when to hook up on his shoulder and covered his eyes with both hands disappeared in an instant.

"What's going on?"

Fang Fatzi was glad that he didn't take the liberty to get up to save me, otherwise it is estimated that the corpse would not be cold anymore now.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Lao Zhou swallowed the bloody phlegm rolling in his throat and eyes into his stomach, pretended to be calm, got up and turned back to explain to Fang Fatten: "It's just a trick to cover the eyes, and now it has been solved." Do you think it's different from just now? ”

"it!!"

Fang Fat stared at the ignorant big eyes and looked forward.

I saw a group of people just one meter in front of me, wearing pure black old style shrouds, and they didn't make a sound in the crowded street. Especially the house at the end of the villa area is brightly lit, coming and going, and the door is like a lively city, which looks very weird.

There is no shadow of these people in shrouds.

They clutched an old piece of burnt paper with the queue number written on it, like midnight drifters waiting in line to enter the carnival night.

Wait for someone to return from the villa.

The next one can walk into it.

So repeatedly, there is never a shortage of tourists in the villa.

Of course, there are also gamblers who are depressed and lose all the lives and blessings of their children and grandchildren, and they are lonely thinking about how to turn the book tomorrow.

Absurdity, what is written in the eyes is absurd.

Fang Fatzi felt that this place was like an isolated paradise at this time, and it was not as vicious as he imagined.

And Lao Zhou's words directly broke his yearning: "Xiao Fangzi, look at your corner!" Just now, a group of paper people came out coldly, grabbed a lonely ghost and left, I don't know what to do. ”

"It's very lively when you look at it again, but don't you feel strange? Wonder why a group of ghosts gather here without any eerie feeling? ”

"There must be a feng shui formation in this land."

"This feng shui formation absorbs the desires of these lonely souls and wild ghosts, and when their desires meet together, they naturally want to do some big things."

"I don't know, the other side flower you mentioned can only be grown by these desires. When the time comes, these ghosts will die again, and maybe they will affect their wives and children before they were alive, and they will not stop until their families are ruined! ”

Lao Zhou analyzed his thoughts with his hands behind his back and did not take a step forward.

"Then my brother Yi should be in that villa!"

Fang Fatzi pointed to the villa, and he couldn't do anything for a while: "Uncle Zhou...... With so many ghosts, how are we going to get in? ”

"Walk in! There are so many ghosts, which can cover up the smell of living people on us. First go to that villa to catch two tongues and ask Xiao Yizi's whereabouts. ”

"And, hehehe...... If I guessed correctly, it's a kiln! Maybe Xiao Yizi is in it now! ”

After Lao Zhou finished speaking, he tried his best to raise his head and stomach as much as possible, like a leader who went to the countryside to inspect, and walked a distance of one meter without panic.

Fang Fatzi followed behind him timidly: "Uncle Zhou, wait for me!"

"Hurry up! Don't grind! ”

Lao Zhou has a characteristic, saying that he likes to be surprised and does not play cards according to routines, and he is not willing to talk about morality and abide by the rules when he says it is unpleasant.

The people are lining up well.

Lao Zhou went up and put a short knife on someone's neck like a bandit, crooked his mouth and looked nervous, and said with a big grin: "I have a friend who has toe cancer, and he wants to have fun before he dies, and if he doesn't have fun, he will die suddenly immediately." So if you want to cut a line, you see if you can let it! ”

"Good...... Well......"

How dare the honest lonely ghost compete with Lao Zhou, and selectively avoid giving up a position to Lao Zhou.

"I have a friend who has IQ cancer, and he is still in the advanced stage ......"

"Just this fat man behind me, he has straight male cancer, and he has never touched a little girl's hand in his life. Now that his body is seriously injured and his soul is about to be scattered, he wants to sneak out of the little second brother, and see if he can be accommodating! ”

"I have a friend ......"

Lao Zhou used endless excuses to successfully stand at the front of the line, and the lonely ghosts behind him were about to hate him to death and wanted to strangle him to death.

But thinking of Lao Zhou's fierce eyes, the trembling hands with knives, the unique murderous aura, and the posture of a dead ghost.

No ghost can stand out from it.

All those who chose to squint didn't dare to shout.

Besides, the man with his shoulders slanted has a living smell on him.

There was just a bad luck on the front foot to make trouble.

Two more living people came on the back foot.

You have to treat it as if you didn't see it!

Now whether it is a living person or a bad person, killing ghosts is murderous.

If you move, your soul will be scattered, and you can't afford to mess with it.

The ghosts are just here to join in the fun, as for whether the excitement will end, they are not in the mood to deal with it, seeing that things are not right, they will run away!

That's it......

Lao Zhou was domineering and leaking, showing off his might, and swaggered into the villa.

The first floor is still very lively, and watching the striptease still set off the atmosphere, allowing the female paper figure to reveal her private part to comfort the distorted heart collar after death.

The so-called villa paper meat stinks, and there are hungry and thirsty ghosts outside.

Lao Zhou stood at the door, didn't say anything, raised his hand and slashed with a knife, and forced a way out of the ghost group.

“……”

There were a few unlucky ghosts who were cut down by Lao Zhou on the spot.

The rest of the ghosts immediately stared at Lao Zhou with their eyes.

Lao Zhou Zhi tilted his shoulders, dragged it like 2580,000, walked in front of the female paper man, his eyes were blazing, and he held a short knife with a squeak, and he clapped his hands and shouted: "What a real wave of jumping!" Jump hard! Take it off! Keep taking it off! ”

What's the situation!?