As soon as Yachi howled, the black bow turned into a whip and whipped towards Yachi.

"Crying, crying, the work is not done yet, howl?

Hurry, slack, merry, let us out.

Koyanagi..."

It seems that the black smoke is weak and invisible, and when it is smoked on the body of Yaqi, the skin and flesh are directly opened, and the wine barrel is pumped away.

I stopped crying after a while, are these still my own masters?

This feeling of urgency, as if it is still an expression of extreme restraint, is something wrong?

Feeling the pain in his body, Yaqi is no longer the original Xiaoyanagi, after the baptism of endless years, if his brain is not good, he will be gone a long time ago.

Living together for so long, never beating yourself?

Moreover, this black smoke, so strange, so evil, the breath contains earth-shattering unwillingness and resentment, especially the endless dead air, which really can't be connected with the masters in memory.

Could it be that the reason why the masters were sealed up inside is because something has changed?

Could it be that the shamanism, which is the inheritance of ancestral witches, has put up such a big battle not to see the tomb and worship to protect against theft, but to seal it?

Thinking of this, Yaqi felt that he was definitely thinking too much, how could shamanism suppress the ancestral witch clan?

Isn't that more outrageous than digging up the ancestral grave yourself?

But what is the purpose of this heart-pounding?

After being smoked by black smoke, my whole body felt as if I had been touched by death, and I didn't feel any anger at all, and I couldn't feel if I was still alive.

Yaki thought of the last, and remembered the sound of the black smoke that Xiaoyanagi.

How many years has no one called himself Koyanagi?

They are definitely hosts, nothing wrong and absolutely nothing can be wrong.

The masters still remember themselves, and they can still see the masters, what scruples do they have?

No matter what becomes of the masters, they are their own masters.

They became Buddhas, and the eight qi accompanied them to burn incense and kowtow.

They become demons, and the eight mischiefs follow to hurt the heavens and reason.

There is no need to choose, no need to measure, and no need to judge, the eight will follow the master's footsteps without hesitation.

Knowing his heart, Yaqi no longer hesitated, and shouted as he ran up.

"Don't worry, masters, I'll go and come back, just one short, just one, wait for me..."

Baqi followed the exit and came to the bottom of Taiqinggou Lake, and then came to the ice from the ice hole where Long Shao put fish.

As soon as I came out, it happened to be the morning sun on the morning of the second day of junior high school, and the locks of sunlight completely dispelled the coldness brought by the black smoke just now, and Yaqi felt comfortable all over his body.

It's not that cold-blooded animals hate sunlight, as long as they are animals, they are more or less eager for sunlight, because sunlight can prove that they are alive, not like the dead air transmitted by black smoke.

After Yaqi regained his vitality, he went straight to Long Shao's manhole, and he could finish it by doing it again.

However, when he arrived at the ground, he was stunned and stopped.

Because a red cloth is hung on the doorknob, this is the agreement between He Nazi and Yaqi.

Hanging a red cloth means that do not disturb, children are not suitable, and a restrictive event is happening.

The biggest advantage of the eight differences is that they have the spirit of contract, and since they have agreed on something, they don't want to break it until they have to.

In the past, in order to keep the contract, I would rather follow Dayu hard steel, which shows how brilliant the advantages of the eight are bright.

Looking up at the sky, and then at the smoke of the village in the distance, and finally even the cannon battle for the second dinner of the junior high school rang out, and Yaqi finally couldn't wait.

The last totem pole is gone, and you can see the owners when you break it.

Forget it, there are limits to the conventions.

coughed, Yaqi wanted to raise his foot and kick the door,

However, within two seconds of her coughing, the door to the manhole opened.

He Naiko looked at Yaqi neatly dressed, as well as her empty hands.

"What's the matter, it's over? Untied? What's inside? ”

"No, there's still one last one left, just draw blood again."

"What about the barrels?"

Only then did Yachi react, and his hands were empty.

crossed He Naizi, quickly got on the kang, grabbed Long Shao's little arm, opened his mouth and bit it.

This mouthful of blood was sucked very simply, and before Long Shao could react, his face turned white, and before he could ask He Naizi for help, his eyes were closed.

With blood in his mouth, Yaqi rushed out of the door and ran a few steps before he looked back at He Naizi, who was already stunned.

After the seal is unsealed, there may not be any kind of situation, and the ground manhole is too close to the ditch and is not very safe.

has coexisted with the Nimaca family for so many years, to say that there is no emotion, after all, there is still friendship, and in those boring days of flies and dogs, the Nimatsa family has contributed a lot to the eight people.

Pointing to the bottom of Taiqinggou, and then to the village in the distance, Baqi felt that He Naizi could understand, and he hoped that she would stay away from Taiqinggou as much as possible so as not to be injured by mistake.

He Naizi gave his own understanding for the first time.

"Is there a sacrifice required to break the seal?

You want me to help you throw all the living people in that village into the Taiqing ditch, right? ”

It's called tacit understanding.

Yaqi didn't say anything more with a dark face, so ask for more blessings.

It's the same thing if you don't have a relationship.

Being implicated is also her fate.

Without looking back, he ran to the ice cave where Long Shao put the fish.

He Naiko looked at the Yaqi who was far away and frowned.

When it comes to such a thing as human sacrifice, Shinto is no less.

To put it mildly, I sacrificed Xiao Er alone.

To put it mildly, in order to cooperate with the slippery head dry project, I don't know how many people were sacrificed at Fuji Sanshita.

However, this is not my own territory, and it is okay to do sacrifices here?

Is this a real thing?

How smart Nazi, I thought at once, the things under Taiqinggou must have given Yaqi great confidence, so he let himself blatantly do bad things, right?

A village, a hundred and ten people, what is the fastest way?

He Naizi was thinking about his thoughts while feeding Long Shao with tonics.

A spirit, Long Shao sat up and looked at his bitten wound, which had already healed.

This blood draw was a bit exciting, which frightened Long Shao, and also made him finally remember the original identity of these two girls, the reason why he is still alive, one wants to draw blood, and the other wants to go to the kang, as for how long he can live, it's hard to say?

Looking at the few masters lying on the ground, Long Shao really didn't want to take a second look except for contempt, expecting everyone to work hard, and he had to save himself.

"He Naizi, I can be regarded as marrying into your family, right?"

He Naizi didn't understand why Long Shao woke up in the first sentence?

"yes, sort of."

"Then today is the second year of junior high school, I want to go back to my parents' house."

This one...

He Naizi couldn't cry or laugh, he really married a good husband, and he entered the role very quickly.

"It's not over here, so I can't go."

Long Shaoyi pointed in the direction of the village.

"Not far away, in the village over there, my mother's family is all here."

Is it such a coincidence?

It's better to blend into the village, right?

He Naizi's loving accommodation is less.

"Cheng, listen to you, I will follow the customs."