Chapter 108: Ghost Dealers

I don't know what's in the bag, anyway, looking at the face of the man in black, I know it's a good thing, maybe it's money.

Seeing this black-eating deal going on, to the end, I was really scared in my heart, what kind of people are this, is no one caring about the darkness in this, the innocent yin spirit will be caught when he says it, and he will kill people if he doesn't agree with him, I didn't expect that in this world, there are really ghost dealers.

There was a bloody human head lying in front of me, and its little eyes were full of fear, and perhaps he never thought that his friend would be so cruel until he died.

I squinted at the man in black, who first picked up the things on the ground, and then began to search the little eyes for everything, taking everything I could.

After doing this, the man in black rushed into the woods with a broken sword, and after a while coming out and going in again, at first I didn't know what he was going to do, but then I realized that he was checking if there was anyone nearby, and he was really thoughtful.

After the examination, he came back with a relaxed face, chopped a handful of grass and branches and threw them at the corpse of Little Eye, and then took out a charm from his pocket, and with a shake of his hand, the charm burned.

Then, the charm was thrown on the corpse and the fire was ignited, and the man in black did not forget to walk up to me, bend down and lift its head and throw it into the fire.

After watching the corpse being charred, the black-clothed man picked up my brother again and dragged me away.

I don't understand, since he is a ghost dealer who robs Yin Spirits and sells them, why should he arrest me too, if he is afraid that I will go back and retaliate, wouldn't it be easier to kill me directly, why drag me away? And, why only arrest me, but not Qin Yong.

Having seen the methods of the man in black with my own eyes, I don't dare to die easily, I have no doubt that he will kill me in the next second.

It's just that I was dragged to the ground by him, the back of my head and back kept rubbing on the ground, it was really painful, at the corner of an intersection, a sharp big rock I didn't pay attention to, he turned the corner, my head just hit it.

I cried out "ouch", and I couldn't hold back

The man in black immediately stopped, slowly walked in front of me, squatted down and stared at me with a sneer, and said:

"Awake again? Your kid's vitality is tenacious enough."

As he spoke, he pulled out a two-inch scimitar from behind his back and aimed it at my neck to cut it down.

I knew that even the gods would not be able to save me if I paddled this time, so I hurriedly shouted anxiously:

"Don't, don't, don't big brother, don't kill me yet, I can walk by myself, so you don't have to drag me away, and it can save you a lot of effort."

I stared at the man in black with bated breath, his scimitar against my throat, feeling like it had cut through the skin and began to bleed.

Fortunately, the man in black tilted his head, as if he felt that what I said made some sense, slowly withdrew his scimitar, and said to me fiercely:

"Boy, don't think about it, I want your life, it only takes a second, understand?"

I quickly nodded my head and said I knew, and then the man in black cut the rope from my foot with a knife and tied it to my hand again.

Because my ankle was strangled with blood, and he had been dragging my feet all the time, the blood did not circulate, and the moment I stood up, my leg went weak and fell down again.

The man in black frowned and shouted fiercely:

"Can you or can't?"

I quickly gritted my teeth to endure the pain in my feet, stood up and said it was no problem.

The man in black gave me a fierce look, kicked me in the back, and then picked up my brother and continued on his way.

Although he was still tied with a rope, I was finally able to stand up, and the wounds on my body were healing rapidly, and I began to slowly observe my surroundings.

Qin Yong and I arrived at Sansheng Road around twelve o'clock, and now it has only been more than two hours, and the sky is still not bright.

The man in black took us only on small paths, looking for woods and mountain villages, and I had never seen them before.

Finally, under the leadership of the men in black, we came to a small village about the size of a football field in a place similar to a refugee slum, where no buildings were built, all small one-story mud houses, messy, unplanned, full of clothes and pants hanging on the roadside, and garbage everywhere.

What amazes me is that in such a poor place, there are small yellow lights hanging on the street every ten meters, so it looks very bright.

I guess because it was night, I didn't meet anyone.

I walked behind him and was led by a rope, and kept looking around, wanting to see which part of our county belonged to, and also to see if there were any other villagers in the room, and if they would help me call the police when they saw that I was arrested.

But I thought about it too much, and I couldn't see anything around but this village, and it was pitch black.

The lights were also turned off in the small mud house, and not a single villager could be seen.

After about three turns, in the middle of the village, the man in black finally stopped.

I looked intently, and saw a small iron door in front of him, the width of a man, and the lock on it was rusty, as if no one had opened it for a long time.

He searched for a long time, took out the key, and opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, dust rushed out of the face, and it was pitch black inside, and nothing could be seen.

I flinched and ducked back, but the man in black pulled me over the rope and kicked me in.

"Get in!"

I didn't have any ability to resist at all, so I could only grit my teeth and write down the account.

After entering through the small iron door, there was a narrow and dark passage inside, and I held my breath and stared intently ahead, for fear that something would appear inside.

After walking a distance of about ten meters, there was another small door.

When I gently pushed the door open, a rancid smell blew in the wind, and I quickly took two steps back, only to be kicked by the man in black again.

I was kicked and knocked to the ground, and when I got up, I looked around nervously, but it was too dark in the room to see anything, only the rancid smell that was always there.

After a while, the man in black seemed to have pressed a switch, and a dim lamp was instantly turned on on the roof, and I realized that the place where I was actually a hidden warehouse, in which there were hundreds of jars of wine of all sizes.

However, if it is sake brewing, it should have a sake aroma, so why is it rancid?

Before I could figure it out, the man in black walked up to me with my brother still on the ground, punched and kicked me viciously, and only when I was half-conscious from the beating, he grabbed me by the collar and dragged me to the innermost dark red jars.

I trembled with fear, what the hell is this ghost dealer going to do

When I got to the edge of the jar, he jerked up my arm, picked up a scimitar and slashed my wrist, and blood gushed out instantly.

I wanted to beg for mercy, but I didn't have the strength to do it

I saw that he also lifted the lid of the jar, put my hand on the mouth of the jar and dripped blood, and after a while, I saw a blood-red human mouth, sticking out his tongue, constantly licking the blood that I was dripping.