Uncle Zhang's back was piled up with sticky sweat, and he subconsciously stared at the door, not knowing if it was too nervous or too dark here, he didn't see anything clearly, only that the person on the left was thin and tall, and his figure seemed familiar.

Lan Shuying recognized the person because of the effect of the ghost pupil.

On the right is an old man with a cigarette stick in his mouth, and on the left is the man who refused the money bag outside the village before, no, maybe he can't be called human.

In the bleak moonlight, the two seemed to float lightly in the air, their toes touching the ground, their heels cocked high.

There was no shadow of them on the ground.

They, too, are ghosts.

When the ghosts of Yizhuang saw them, they immediately became honest.

The roars and quarrels were gone, and in the silence there was only the thickening rancid stench in the air, and gradually, the smoky fire and the stench of wine brought by the two ghosts.

The tall and thin man glanced at them and said to the old man, "I don't have any bad intentions when I came to find someone, so why don't you let them go?" ”

The old man was wrapped in a coarse cloth turban, and a few silk threads fell into the white mist of tobacco and were burned, Uncle Zhang has always been kind, and when he saw this scene, he just wanted to open his mouth to remind him, but suddenly saw the spark flash, and suddenly swept the old man's entire face with a burning attitude!

The smell of burnt and fishy smells came to my face.

The old man's turban burned to sparkled ashes, leaving only a burning skull, his exaggerated mouth as if he were grinning, and his eyes looked at them with a deep hole.

To be more precise, he was staring at the freshly wrapped silver bracelet in Lan Shuying's hand.

"Take it without telling you, it's for the thief ......" The old man shook his skull head and whispered slowly, "You two came here late at night...... I don't know the owner of this place, I want to leave after stealing the treasure, and I am extremely rude...... "He spoke like a gentleman at the moment.

Lan Shuying knew that this matter was not good when she heard this tone, so she smiled and said, "The deceased is our relative, and it is inconvenient during the day, so what's wrong with coming to pick up his relics now?" I didn't see anyone just now, so it's no wonder that the old man is not surprised. ”

The tall and thin man frowned, and agreed to the old man's words: "It is indeed rude! ”

You're not human in the first place, but it's wrong to say that you are ghosts?

In Lan Shuying's eyes, this silver bracelet is not only the only clue to unlock Lao Deng's death, but also her tonic, of course, it is impossible to give it to them, stuff it into the belt, grab Uncle Zhang's wrist, and run straight to the door.

Uncle Zhang was distracted by this series of changes, and the two trembled, seeing that she was confident, she was unconsciously driven, and ran with the force on her wrist!

The fire cave was getting closer and closer to him, and he closed his eyes in horror, only to feel the cold wind blowing on both sides.

There was a sudden pain on the tip of the toe, and the whole person fell out uncontrollably, no, I tripped over a stone!

Suddenly, it became hot around him, and Uncle Zhang could almost smell the burning smell on his hair, and the dust was stained on his sweat-stained face, which was extremely embarrassed.

Lan Shuying let go of his hand the moment he fell out.

Holding a golden-red fire lotus flower in her left hand, her right index finger was opened by her, and what came out was not blood, but a demonic qi as thick as substance!

Her hands had completely turned purple-black, her face was blue, her whole body was stiff, her eyes were red, her red lips were slightly opened, and the two tiger teeth gradually lengthened, turning into fangs that did not reach her lower lip.

Half of the old man's body was set on fire by her, and his hands shook wildly in place.

He slammed against the wall, rubbed against it, and tried to extinguish the fire with the stone wall.

At this time, the fire on his skull's head curled up on the bone shell, a thin layer, and it was close to extinction, how could the mortal yin fire be the same as this fire lotus?

The ghosts of Yizhuang crowded at the gate, and their strange heads stuck out to see, but because they were restrained by the old man, they couldn't get out.

The tall and thin man hesitated on the side, should he make a move?

The old cigarette stick is more powerful than him, and he can't do anything with this fire, and he ...... The thin and tall man's gaze fell on the stone wall of Yizhuang, and he saw that the stone was like paper paste in front of the fire lotus.

Have you ever seen a tin foil ingots burned during worship, touched by fire, first deformed, then discolored, and finally locked into a gray piece of paper, poked, broken into powder.

It's the same with this stone wall.

He is not from Yizhuang's side, if he helps, Niangniang is afraid that he will blame him for dragging her into the water...... finally made up his mind, and the thin and tall man silently left a sentence: Brother, take care of yourself!

The figure turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared.

……

I don't know how long it took.

Uncle Zhang lay on his side on the ground, and the blood on his head and face was cold.

He felt like he had fallen, and he was here in a daze. Now that I'm awake, my eyelids feel heavy.

The sun was shining warmly on his face, and the air around him was good, at least he couldn't smell it before...... An unusual mixture of rancidity, burnt and tobacco and alcohol.

He suddenly thought of the burning skull, and he was so frightened that he immediately opened his eyes.

At this look, I broke out in a cold sweat again.

The first sight fell on the scarecrow on the side of the road.

The scarecrow was burned to the point that most of his body was gone, his papier-mâché face was blackened, his head was pressed against a bare wooden stick, and his painted eyes were only half gone, and he was plain and full of resentment!

He remembered that when he first saw it at night, there was the gate of Yizhuang not far behind the scarecrow, but now the sun is shining, and there is clearly a bulging tomb bag in all directions, many of which have not even stood tombstones, and further away are green mountains and wild trees, where is there any Yizhuang surrounded by stone walls?

"Uncle." The girl's hoarse voice sounded behind him.

He spun around as quickly as if he had found the backbone of the Lord.

"Wipe your face." Lan Shuying handed him a wet cloth and asked him to wipe the blood off his forehead by himself.

Yesterday he ran out of Yizhuang, knocked on the dirt road, rubbed a piece of skin, looked horrified, fortunately did not fall on the stone, otherwise his life would have been lost, and it was making the ghost old man look happy.

After wiping his face, Uncle Zhang asked in shock: "Girl, are you okay?" ”

Lan Shuying stroked her stiff right hand thoughtfully and shook her head: "It's okay." ”

In fact, her right arm is close to useless and cannot be recovered in a short time.

I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it.

But when you think about it, it does make sense.

That Yizhuang is weird.

Either they went the wrong way, or they stumbled into the base camp of the wild ghosts. The yin and evil qi inside is a tonic for her soul, and it is the same as the silver bracelet, and the bad is bad, and the dumb girl's body can't bear it.

The dumb girl was dug out of the belly of the female corpse, between yin and yang, and was rejected by both worlds at the same time - she was actually a failure.

If the dumb girl dies at that time, she can still be reincarnated and have a good fortune; If she had sucked a few more mouthfuls of corpse blood at that time, nourished herself in her mother's body for a period of time, and then broke out of her body by herself, she would have a certain ability to think as a zombie.

However, the dumb girl is not either.

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