The reason why Ye Siming couldn't start the killing was probably because it would ruin his plan, and he wasn't afraid of Qiao's second mother-in-law, and there were things that involved our family.

He just kept hiding and didn't dare to exude his true strength.

Once the countless terrifying things in the underworld are detected, he may face endless pursuits, and I know from the old man.

In the underworld, there are countless super terrifying masters.

Ye Siming fights against the underworld alone, and he will definitely cause trouble.

Finished.

I saw such a rebellious momentum, and I knew that something was going to happen.

"his mother, it's over!"

The door was knocked open at this time, and Zhong Bai, who was covered in blood, suddenly appeared in the courtyard.

He stumbled in from outside the courtyard gate, scarred and covered in blood.

Zhong Bai rushed over and almost gagged me, he grabbed my clothes, tore a strip of cloth and shouted at me, biting the tip of his tongue and spraying it.

It hurts, it hurts, I bit my tongue desperately, spit on the rotten clothes, and Zhong Bai, who was covered with blood, ran around the remaining three mirrors quickly, not knowing what to mutter, and finally threw the clothes directly into the black smoke.

There was an uproar, as if it had been smeared with gasoline, and the clothes burned in the dark room.

"I can't get it, I can't get it!"

Seeing this scene, Zhong Bai, who was covered in blood, instantly turned pale, and even trembled a little.

In the flickering firelight, I saw faces faintly in the black mist, unreal, vaguely visible, all from our village.

"All to die, all to die!"

Is he saying that everyone in our village is going to die!?

Zhong Bai's eyes widened and he muttered, his expression was extremely panicked, he lost his mind for a moment, gasped for breath and then grabbed me on the ground with one hand, and ran to the door without looking back, shouting in his mouth, coming, coming

After Zhong Bai said this, no matter what I thought, I dragged it straight down, and I saw the black mist like a plague rolling, splashing ink on the entire village in this night.

Looking back again, I vaguely saw Ye Siming's deep eyes, as if they were bottomless tenderness and complexity.

I bit my lip and was dragged out of the courtyard gate by Zhong Bai.

I don't know what Zhong Bai has experienced,

Walking on the street with Zhong Bai, there was no one on the street, and the deserted village seemed to be dead, without any popularity.

No, it should be considered something.

After we turned the corner, we suddenly bumped into a white flowery thing, and the air flow we drove rushed and floated in the air.

Funeral lights.

The white mourning lights hung on the door frames of every house, when I first came with Ye Siming, these mourning lights were white in the night, but now they are all on.

The flames inside were green, and everywhere there was an eerie white color.

The funeral lanterns were hung seven days ago, but none of them were lit.

And there has always been a custom in many rural villages in the south.

Only the white mourning lamp is hung on the door of the dying person's house, and in some places a candle is lit, and the mourning lamp hanging at the door is lit.

Only the people in the head of the family were completely breathless.

The funeral lamp hanging at the door is lit up, which means to show the way to the soul and also to illuminate the direction of the soul home.

But now every house has a mourning lamp.

Is it really the same as Zhong Bai said, everyone in the village is going to die!?