Soon, the white bones in Xia Min's hands became mutilated.

Something strange seemed to have happened outside the well, and Xia Min faintly heard a frightened shout:

"What are you going to do, it's against you, ah!!"

Xia Min didn't know what happened next, he was so sleepy that he only muttered "kill your horses" and fell asleep dizzy, sat down against the wall in the mud, hung his head, and fell into a deep sleep.

In his sleep, Xia Min felt that something was dragging him, and he squinted his eyes to see that in addition to the dazzling sunlight, there was a familiar Mediterranean Sea.

“… I vomited, I can dream of you in my dreams, climb for the master! ”

Then Xia Min fell asleep again.

In order to pull Xia Min out of the well, he abolished the green hat director with all his strength.

He gently threw Xia Min on the edge of the well, wiped the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and even wanted to step on his feet gently.

However, he still did not take advantage of the danger of others to vent his own desires.

The green hat director looked at the empty space not far from the wellhead, as if nothing had happened, but he couldn't help but think of the scene of Shura's purgatory.

He followed the guidance of his pocket watch, walked through a small forest, found a deserted village, and was hesitating whether to wait for reinforcements or go to the village to investigate, but the pocket watch began to bounce like a mess, and finally even the chain rope collapsed.

The pocket watch is a magic weapon used by the cuckold director to detect the spirit, and the stronger the spirit, the greater the angle at which it is tilted.

As he got closer to the village, the pocket watch hanging from the chain was almost 90 degrees, which was the main reason for the cuckold director's hesitation.

What I didn't expect was that the pocket watch was out of order, which meant that the power of the spirit there had exceeded the detection range of the pocket watch, as if the spring had been pulled beyond the elastic range, and it could not be restored.

The face of the green hat director changed suddenly.

He began to feel a little scared, he was afraid, afraid that he would confess to being here.

He was sure that this was definitely not something he could handle as a black-clad person.

Just when he had the idea of retreating and was determined to leave, he heard the chaotic sound of the village.

There were footsteps, there were roars, there was the sound of heavy objects being dragged, and there seemed to be the sound of something being torn apart.

The Cuckold climbed a tall tree in the forest, held on to the branch, and took out a metal monocular from his backpack, and similarly, there was a mysterious relief of a large tree on the side of the telescope.

He narrowed one eye and looked through the binoculars.

It was a scene he had never seen in his life, like a Shura field.

Several scarlet, twisted monsters, their skin had vanished, and even their flesh was rapidly melting and rotting, and a few of them had even revealed their white skeletons.

They ripped frantically around a woman who had fallen to the ground, dressed in the big red robe of an ancient marry, and soon the woman was left with only one head, which was bitten by the horned scarlet monster in it.

Immediately afterward, in almost every one of the hundreds of houses in the village, a spirit with stiff limbs like a walking corpse came out.

He has earthy yellow skin, a dull face, and a child-like spirit riding on his neck.

Those little children, with distorted faces and morbid smiles, were the ultimate evil, innocent evil, rightfully evil.

They just swirled around the Crimson monsters.

Everything seems to be messed up, between the scarlet monster and the scarlet monster, between the scarlet monster and the Siamese spirit, between the Siamese spirit and the Siamese spirit, only the most primitive fight is left in the field.

The cuckold director swallowed involuntarily.

"Turtle, if I go in... Ten deaths..."

He can easily deal with a single spirit, two or three spirits may be a little difficult, but with so many hundred, he may not even be able to divide a piece of meat into each one.

What's more, those scarlet monsters, the green hat director may have a hard time dealing with one.

"What is this doing, why did you start a fight by yourself..."

The Cuckold Director watched them for half an hour, and gradually, they fell to the ground, their mutilated spirits turning into black mist, followed by the excited, clapping child-like spirits, and finally the scarlet monsters.

Everything seemed like it was just a dream, and nothing seemed to have happened.

But the cuckold director was scared.

He got off the tree, still feeling a little weak in his legs.

The spirits he has dealt with, if not hundreds, but dozens, are basically tacitly picked a dark and windy night for a fair duel, where would it be such a battlefield-like scene?

He once didn't believe what the book said, in ancient times, no matter how powerful a warrior went to the battlefield for the first time, he would be frightened by the bloody and merciless battle and the majestic sound of war.

The cuckold director thought it was just literary processing, but when it came to himself, he realized how shocking and helpless it was to face such a scene in person.

You set up a position here and shouted, "Where are the demons running", and the other side rushed towards you, and you were gone.

It is not unreasonable for gangsters to fight with a lot of people.

But to make a simple conversion: a group of people see a ghost, shout "There are ghosts" and scatter as birds and beasts, and run away, so what about when you encounter a group of ghosts?

"It's a good thing I didn't just go in like that..."

Although he did not face the army of evil spirits in the deserted village, the cuckold director still had a sense of the aftermath of the disaster.

"But even if there were no such ghosts, normal people wouldn't just enter this kind of weird-looking village..."

After waiting for another half hour, the Cuckold Director made sure that the village was completely safe, and he pulled out a fist-sized glass ball.

This is something that is used to collect the remnants of the Spirit's power, usually used to clean up the battlefield.

The Cuckold Director muttered a few incantations, only to see it hang slightly in the air, automatically heading towards the place where the residual power of the spirit in the field was the strongest.

The cuckold director followed the glass ball while checking to see if there were any spirits that had slipped through the net.

The gray-white smoke screen, invisible to the naked eye, was sucked into it by the glass beads, and the light it emitted became brighter and brighter.

Finally, it entered an ancient well, and in an instant, the light it emitted became dazzling and scorching.

"Oh my God, this... What a lot of power is this to make such a scene happen! ”

Waiting until the glass beads were slightly dimmed and the energy of the mobile phone was restrained, the green hat director dared to stick his head into the well.

He originally wanted to take the glass beads back, but unexpectedly found that there was a person lying at the bottom of the well.

"Xia Min?" The cuckold director was surprised: "Why are you here..."

Looking at Xia Min who was motionless, the director of the green hat was very worried, and hurriedly supported the wall of the well with both hands and feet, and slid into the bottom of the well.

He tried Xia Min's snort.

"Alive... Is this asleep? ”

"Why are you falling asleep here?"

"Have you been captured by the Spirits?"

The cuckold director's heart was full of doubts, but he still decided to get Xia Min back first.

But unexpectedly, the director of the green hat worked hard to save Xia Min, in exchange for just a sentence of "climb for the master".

Shaking his head, the green hat director looked around with some concern, and put Xia Min's hand on his shoulder.

"Let's get out of here..."