The pungent smell of blood, disgusting. When I opened my eyes, I saw a terrible scene.

A cold pool was not far away, and the surface of the secluded water was dyed red with blood. There was blood, blood everywhere, and I saw a large poplar tree on the edge of the cold pool, and the corpses of dozens of people were hanging from the dry branches.

Each one had a blue face, eyes open, tongues sticking out, and their bodies swaying slightly in the wind.

I saw Zhang Bin's body, and he was at the bottom, dressed in the same clothes I had worn when I saw him before. He was already dead, hanging from a poplar tree.

I don't know if it was a female ghost who did it, but the silence around was amazing, and there was no trace of the female ghost, only a thick smell of blood.

After sending me here, the war spirit resurfaced beside me, looking in the direction of Hantan. In front of the pond there was a altar-like building, facing a thick black stone pillar, and there was a clearing around it that I didn't know what to do.

I tried not to look at the poplar trees that were full of dead bodies, and endured the feeling of my stomach churning over to the blackened stone platform.

The stone platform has seven steps, and there are candles around it, but they are extinguished by this time. On the top stone platform was a pitch-black coffin, which was the one that the ghost carried before.

I swallowed, walked around the coffin, and looked to the front of the altar. There was an offering table there, and what was on the offering table was not ordinary cattle and sheep sacrifices, but bloody human heads!

The most unacceptable thing for me is that I know all these heads!

Li Zhao, Li Xiaodan, Guan Ling of the basketball club, Han Sijuan who used to be at the same table!

Their bloody heads were broken from their necks, and red, sticky blood was dripping down the edge of the table.

Why are they all my high school classmates?

I couldn't hold back any longer, I held on to the railing and vomited for a while, the war spirit didn't care about me, he still looked at Hantan, then retracted his gaze and looked at the four heads on the table, and said, "Plates, there are seven." ”

Heptad? I suddenly remembered that Li Xiaodan said, counting me, there will be dead people among the old classmates who come to this village. I immediately thought of Sister Fang's words, and tried to recall the birthdays of these old classmates.

When I was in high school, I was a class leader, and I used to collect the birthdays of my classmates, so I still have some images in retrospect.

"Could it be... This time, it will be used to refine the poisonous spell of the female snake, and the seven people who will be used will be counted in me? I suddenly felt cold all over, and my eyes looked at Zhang Bin on the poplar tree with complicated eyes.

At this moment, Zhang Bin, who was sticking out his tongue and glaring, suddenly turned his head to my side and smiled eerily.

I was taken aback, and when I looked closely, Zhang Bin changed back to his original state, as if what I had just seen was just a moment.

What's going on?

I was skeptical, and my gut told me not to stay here for long.

Maybe I wasn't very polite to the few old classmates who died tragically, but I was really relieved that I didn't see Lu Jia's head on the offering table. But if she's not here, where will she be?

If Li Xiaodan didn't lie, then in addition to the four on the table, the remaining three heads should undoubtedly be mine, Lu Jia and Zhang Bin.

I'm here, Zhang Bin has already hung himself on the southeast branch, where is Lu Jia?

Also, where is Fu Ying?

I don't think Sister Fang will lie to me, since she said that Yingying is here and is in Hantan, the biggest possibility is that I didn't find her.

Thinking of this, I carefully searched around the altar again, and finally, I set my eyes on the black coffin on the altar.

"What do you want to do?" The War Spirit seemed a little confused when he saw me trying to push the lid of the coffin.

I walked around the edge of the lid to make sure it wasn't nailed, and when I heard the Spirit's question, I replied, "I want to open the coffin and see, maybe my friend is inside." ”

After Li Xiaodan's experience, I have also learned to be obedient, and I know that it is very dangerous to open the coffin rashly, and if you don't get it right, you will release a demon.

So I took out all the remaining soul-locking lamps in my backpack, many of them were flattened when the beams collapsed, and the rest barely managed to make seven.

I left one and arranged the other six around the pitch-black coffin, lit it, then took a deep breath and began to push the lid.

……

Didn't push.

"That, big brother, what's your name?" I laughed dryly, and turned back to the Battle Spirit.

The battle spirit originally looked in the direction of Hantan, listened to my question, turned around and replied: "Long, Xingyu." ”

"Brother Long, can you please do me a favor? Open the lid of the coffin. I was a little embarrassed to say that the War Spirit obviously thought my request was a little strange, but he didn't refuse, walked over and put his hand on the back of my hand.

Then he buckled the coffin lid and lifted it violently, only to hear a muffled sound, and the coffin lid was lifted in its entirety. I was surprised to find that there was a bright light in the coffin, which allowed me to see what was inside.

In the coffin lay a girl in a bright red wedding dress, with an oil lamp lit with a white flame beside her head. She had crisp short hair, light makeup, folded hands on her abdomen, and lay quietly in the coffin.

It was as if he was asleep, and he didn't know anything about opening the coffin.

This is a very beautiful girl, no bigger than me, her face makes me feel familiar, the silhouette of the childish child, in a trance.

"Yingying." I couldn't help but be scared when I saw her excitement.

I'm afraid I'll be late.

My childhood friend, who once saved my life, and since then the frail and sickly girl is lying quietly in the coffin at this time!

How long has it been since we've seen each other......

I never dreamed that when I said goodbye, it would be in this way.

For a while, I felt that my eyes were sore, and when I looked at Fu Ying's sleepy face, my heart was like a knife.

"She's not dead." Suddenly, the war spirit spoke, he looked at the white oil lamp and said, "I don't know who used Jiao oil to light the everlasting lamp to protect the soul of this girl." ”

As soon as I heard this, I quickly tried Fu Ying's snort, although it was faint, she was indeed alive!

"Yingying, Yingying! Wake up! I quickly screamed twice and tried to get her out of the coffin, but the war spirit immediately stopped me and said, "Don't let her come out, her soul is not on her body now, if you put out the oil lamp, she will really die!" ”

How so......

I looked at the girl's quiet face with mixed emotions and carefully put her back.

"Can I help her summon spirits?" I asked.

The War Spirit shook his head and said, "I don't know, I'm not a warlock. It's just that at this moment, as a necromancy, you can see more. ”

I thought about it for a while and decided to try to summon Fu Ying's spirit. Fu Ying's soul is likely to have been sucked away by the people of Zhangjia Village, and when the seven of our heads are gathered, they will be sacrificed into a female snake and sacrificed to the so-called water dragon god.

If you think like this, then Fu Ying's soul must be nearby. As long as the method is done properly, a layman like me may be able to bring her soul back.

As soon as I said I'd do it, I immediately found a few good spirit flags from my backpack, remembered the method that Lilac had taught me before I came, and inserted them on both sides of the coffin.

Then he held one in his hand, followed the old man's appearance of calling the soul, and shouted Fu Ying's name.

To be honest, it feels a bit humiliating, and it is even more eerie to summon spirits by the cold pool where there is still a tree of dead people.

If I hadn't had the courage to do so three days ago, just seeing this picture would have been enough for me to run away.

I thought about it, smiled self-deprecatingly, and then shook my spirits, calling Fu Ying's name wholeheartedly, and didn't care that the eyes of the war spirit looking at me were more and more like a neuropath.

Not long after, I heard a gurgling sound, turned my head to look over, and saw that it was coming from the cold pool. The blood-stained cold pool bubbled up one after another, and then a vague black shadow emerged.

"There's a door!" I was pleasantly surprised, and shook the spirit flag even harder.

The war spirit also turned his head to look at Hantan, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "No, it's a corpse." ”

As he said, I saw the black shadow gradually rising to the surface of the water, and it was really a corpse on the surface of the water!

There are old and young, men and women, and even many who are not modern, wearing ancient clothes, soaked in water, but they are not corrupted!

My face turned pale and I looked at the spirit banner in my hand, wondering if I was in trouble. After all, this thing is theoretically a ghost artifact.

"Underwater, there's something." The battle spirit frowned, and then suddenly took out the Tang knife in his hand and slashed it behind me with his backhand.

Before I could react to what was happening, I felt a chill in the back of my head, and a cold wind blew through the back of my neck.

I quickly turned around, and when I saw the scene behind me, the spirit flags on my frightened hands fell to the ground.

A soul shadow was split in half, and beside the small altar, I don't know when, it was full of figures.

The faces of those people are those who hang from the poplar tree!

I regretted it at this time and wanted to slap myself, countless people had died here, and I also used the spirit banner to summon the soul, which did not attract the ghosts of Zhangjia Village!

"Hey, hey, you're Xiaobin's last classmate, right? You've made us wait a long time! A person who looked like a village chief stood at the front of the ghosts in Zhangjia Village, sneering at me on the altar, "But you are finally here, as long as you take off your head and offer it to the water dragon god, this ceremony will be over!" ”

"You're dead, so why bother with the sacrifice?" I looked around, there was no way to escape, so I simply had the courage to confront the village chief, "In the past seven hundred years, you have killed countless people, and today you have fallen into such a fate, and you also deserve to die." Why don't you reincarnate early, maybe you can still have a place to be. ”

"Humph! The affairs of our village are not yet your turn to be told by an outsider! The village chief of Zhangjia Village glared at me at first, and finally said a little proudly, "Our village has a great favor to Jiangkou!" The Yangtze River has been flooded for many years, if it weren't for the worship of the water dragon god by each generation of us, would this place be peaceful? ”

"Phew! Ignoring people's lives, and daring to use strong words! ”

"Hehehe, what does the little baby know? Sacrifice you to the dragon god, and we will all be resurrected with the dragon's breath! The village chief of Zhangjia Village sneered again and again, and with a wave of his hand, many impatient Zhangjia Village ghosts around him pounced one after another.

Those bloodthirsty eyes are like staring at the food, there is no doubt that once I fall into their hands, I am afraid that except for the head dedicated to the 'Water Dragon God', all the flesh and blood of my body will be devoured and eaten by them!