"Woo woo" Chong Zhao Zimai, the oldest person standing in the middle, raised an arm with difficulty, and said something indistinctly.

"You" Zhao Zimai felt that his movements were a little stiff and slow, and his body was also shaking, as if he would fall down if there was another gust of wind.

But what is the reason for his physical limitations?

Zhao Zimai's steps faltered, and he involuntarily took two steps back: their chests were black, much darker than the color of other places, as if they had been coated with thick ink. No, it's not ink it's blood, a lot of blood stains coagulate, and the red turns black

Blood soaked through their clothes and dripped down the corners of their robes to the ground, so they were drenched as if they had just been fished out of the water.

"Woohoo"

They took another step closer to Zhao Zi, fluttering, and their feet did not touch the ground. Zhao Zimai saw clearly now, and saw clearly where the blood that soaked through the clothes came from: their tongues were pulled out by the roots, and they may have pulled it out too hard, and even their jaws were torn off.

Now, each of them opened their mouths wide open and couldn't close them anymore, stretched out their hands in front of them, and groped towards Zhao Zimai like blind men.

How can a person with his tongue plucked out and his jaw torn off still standing here? Zhao Zimai's body was shocked, and he suddenly understood.

"Who is it?" He went straight to the point.

A few people did not answer, but slowly turned their heads to look at the inner courtyard separated by a wall, and after a while, their bodies slowly retreated, like a dead leaf swept away by the wind, and disappeared into the darkness again.

"You don't dare to say it, you are the same as Gu Yuyin, you are afraid of being swallowed by it." Zhao Zimai turned his head, his thoughts following their last gaze across the courtyard wall. He stood against the wind, the thoughts in his head rolling around like layers of waves, rolling him into a myth with no end in sight. It wasn't until Baotian's voice came that he was awakened and quickened his pace and ran forward.

The corpses were arranged in a row in the courtyard, and their heads rushed to the door and their feet, so as soon as Zhao Zimai stepped into the courtyard gate, the first thing he saw was those heads with big mouths.

Although Fang had already seen their terrifying appearance, when he saw this row of real corpses, he still had a weak foot and neck, and he barely stood firm by holding on to the door frame.

"Childe?" When Mu Xiaowu's voice of concern and inquiry came, he saw that Baotian and Mu Xiaowu were both standing in the courtyard, and Baotian was still holding a child, who could it be if it wasn't Amy. It's just that she is obviously frightened now, and her two already big eyes are wide open, staring at the corpses on the ground and not moving.

"We found Amy running into this courtyard and followed them, and we found them without thinking," Baotian said as he pulled Amy behind him to prevent her from seeing the cruel scene again.

"This family should have been wiped out by the evil spirit," Mu Xiaowu frowned and glanced at the few simple rooms inside, "Otherwise, no one will be killed and no one will find out." ”

"Destroy the door" Zhao Zimai's heart shrank suddenly, and his fists clenched, "It's so ruthless?" ”

"It's ruthless, but in what seems cruel to us, the baby spirit may just think it's funny. You called, I pulled out your tongue, and when the tongue was pulled out, the blood gushed out at once, which was really interesting, so I simply pulled out all their tongues. Childe, this is the infant spirit, they don't understand anything, they act on a grudge, so they are even more fierce. Speaking of this, she turned her face to look at Zhao Zimai, and tightened her eyebrows again, "Childe, we can't control the affairs in this village and can't manage it, since we have found Amy, it is better to leave as soon as possible." ”

"Okay." He nodded firmly at her, and turned around to leave, but before he could step out of the courtyard door, he suddenly heard a soft sound of "rustling" from the room behind him, so he turned his body back again.

"What is it?" He looked at the dark window, and vaguely saw that something inside had moved, and then disappeared.

Mu Xiaowu also saw it, she made a "shhh Suddenly, a dark shadow was reflected on the window paper, rubbing against the edge of the window, making a "rustling" sound.

At the same time, Mu Xiaowu threw the copper needle forward, and said "embroidery." ”

But before the copper needle could penetrate the window, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and a man with a disheveled hair broke out of it, and after glancing at a few of them, she turned her gaze to the blood-stained corpses on the ground, and laughed with trembling shoulders, "Dead all dead

After saying this, she rushed to the courtyard gate with a smile under the stunned gaze of several people, and shouted loudly at the village that was as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, "Dead, all dead, retribution, this is your retribution."

"She is Gu Yuyin's wife, Xu?" Mu Xiaowu looked at the woman's crazy appearance, and didn't recognize her for a while.

"She was fine when I saw her during the day, why did she become like this now?" Zhao Zimai frowned, and was about to step forward to ask for an explanation, but was stopped by Baotian.

"Childe, look at her hands"

Xu's hands were red with blood, and what was even more terrifying was that she was holding a soft thing in her hand that was dripping blood downward.

"Tongue."

Zhao Zimai gasped, whispered these two words, and as soon as the words fell, he suddenly heard a sound of footsteps outside the door, from far and near, and he had already walked to the gate of the courtyard in a moment.

"Who's in there, what's going on?" Gu Yuyin's voice sounded at the door, and then, the firelight flashed, illuminating everything in the courtyard.

The air seemed to be frozen, Gu Yuyin looked at his mother, waved the torch in his hand towards the corpses on the ground, and after holding his breath for a while, he shone the torch on Xu's hands: a bright red tongue was shaking with Yu's trembling palm, like a little snake that was reluctant to be caught.

Gu Yuyin didn't speak, and all his thoughts seemed to be drained away.

"Gu Lizheng, what's wrong? What's going on inside? Seeing that Gu Yuyin didn't move, the few people who followed behind leaned in one after another, picked up Gu Yuyin's body, and after seeing the terrifying scene in front of them, they let out an earth-shattering howl almost at the same time.

"Dead man, dead man."