There was a hint of fanaticism in the village chief's eyes, and he said, "Don't you understand? Now our village is trapped in a cursed hell, and Xiao Xin's resurrection is our spider silk. ”

"The Bodhisattva told us that those missing villagers are not really dead, but have fallen into hell, as long as we can resurrect Xiao Xin completely, those missing villagers will also be saved, and our village can successfully unravel the curse!"

"Wait, do you really believe what the Hell Bodhisattva says?" When Wang Pu heard this, he immediately became calm.

Listening to this, there is a strong smell of chicken soup.

The villagers really believed it.

"The resurrection of the dead is simply a great fallacy in the world!"

Zhou Zhengqi, Ge Fei, and Li Youcai couldn't help but shake their heads.

They knew very well that Xiao Xin was a nightmare, and it was not a resurrection of the dead at all.

The Bodhisattva of Hell is simply playing the villagers like monkeys.

The curse is true, but what the Hell Bodhisattva says, except for the curse, can't be believed at all.

The villagers were convinced.

The village chief looked firm, with a hint of piety, and said: "The Bodhisattva is a truly enlightened monk with great power, and he will not lie to us if he saves the suffering and saves the suffering." ”

"That's right, the Bodhisattva said, the water of the Yellow Spring flows backwards, and the Yin Si Hell opens the door, and it has also been fulfilled!"

"Today is the day when hell opens, and it is also the day when our village will be atoned for and saved!"

The villagers next to them also looked convinced, their eyes were full of hope to get rid of the curse, and they all opened their mouths to echo.

What the!

Wang Pu was shocked.

Today is the day when the Bodhisattva of Hell said that the village will be saved.

Although he didn't know what the Hell Bodhisattva wanted to do, Wang Pu knew very well that once the villagers really did what the Hell Bodhisattva said, they would definitely die.

They must be stopped.

Wang Pu hurriedly said: "The resurrection of the dead is too ridiculous, spider silk is just a fairy tale, it can't be true, you can't be fooled." ”

"That's right, that hell bodhisattva, at a glance, I know that he wants to send you to death, he is raising ghosts with you, you are still stupid, you are sold and help others count the money!" Wan Baoyang sneered.

"Impossible, the Bodhisattva is a person of great virtue, don't spray people with blood!"

The villagers glared at Wang Pu and them.

The village chief leaned on crutches and said unceremoniously: "Okay, I have already told you the secrets of the village, don't interfere with our ceremony!" ”

No one listened to them.

They have thoroughly taken the words of the Bodhisattvas of Hell as a guideline.

Wang Pu also wanted to persuade that the village chief had already taken the gathered villagers to start the sacrifice, bowing three times and bowing to the temple, inviting a strange Buddha statue from it, and a group of people went towards the river at the foot of the mountain.

"Don't bother, that Hell Bodhisattva poured ecstasy soup into this group of villagers, and we can't convince them at all." Zhou Zhengqi said to Wang Pu.

"These idiots have only heard the story of spider silk, haven't they heard the story of the Yellow Emperor's ascension to heaven by dragon?"

Wang Pu's eyes were gloomy, and he wanted to knock their heads open.

Ancient books record: the Yellow Emperor picked the first mountain copper, cast Ding Jing Mountain. Ding is completed, and there is a dragon hanging down the beard to welcome the Yellow Emperor. The Yellow Emperor rode on, and the harem of the ministers was more than 70 people from Shanglong, and the dragon went up. The rest of the ministers are not allowed to go up, but they all hold the dragon's beard, the dragon's beard is pulled, and the bow of the Yellow Emperor is fallen. The people looked up to the Yellow Emperor and went to heaven, but they held his bow and dragon beard.

It is said that the Yellow Emperor ascended to heaven by a dragon, and some courtiers pulled the dragon's whiskers and wanted to fly with them, but the dragon's whiskers were broken, and they could only watch the Yellow Emperor ascend to heaven, holding the dragon's whiskers and crying bitterly.

Even in mythology, only a person with great achievements like the Yellow Emperor can ascend to heaven, not to mention that what the Bodhisattva of Hell said is false, even if there is really a miracle of the resurrection of the dead, this group of villagers is not a person of great merit, how can they be qualified to defy the sky.

"What now?" Someone asked.

"We can only use force, we must stop them, this group of villagers is really going to the river, 100% dead, we will not be happy." Wang Pu said in a deep voice.

If the villagers can't die, Wang Pu can only do his best, and if he doesn't listen, the villagers will find death by themselves, and he can't stop him.

However, since this is the plan of the Hell Bodhisattva, once the villagers die, it will inevitably cause even greater changes.

In the current situation, they are already helpless.

If there were any other accidents, they would really die.

"Then what are you waiting for, let's do it!"

Ge Fei said, raising his leg and walking towards the villagers, preparing to forcibly stop them.

Everyone else rolled up their sleeves and got ready to do it.

The corpse controlled by Zhou Zhengqi was the first to rush towards the village chief who led the way at the front.

Compared with Wang Pu, they don't care about the life or death of the villagers, but they also know that once the villagers die, maybe it will be their turn next.

"You descendants, you are really not small, you dare to even take care of the affairs of the Hell Bodhisattva!"

Just as everyone was about to start, an old voice sounded in everyone's ears.

Immediately, everyone was shocked to find that their abilities, at the same time as this old voice sounded, were forcibly suppressed and could not be activated.

The corpse controlled by Zhou Zhengqi was directly blasted back into his body by a mysterious force, making him feel as if his head had been smashed with a hammer.

The corpse he controls is a manifestation of spiritual power, and being hit back to the head by such a blunt blow is equivalent to the brain being unreservedly impacted by his own spiritual power, you can imagine how uncomfortable it is.

"Who?"

Zhou Zhengqi's face was shocked, and he couldn't help but drink heavily.

"Look quietly, Hell Bodhisattva's Hell Nightmare Sacrifice, I can't let you destroy it!"

Another voice rang out, equally old and slightly hoarse.

Wang Pu looked around and didn't find any suspicious figures.

These two voices, as if someone were talking in their ear, could not find their source.

Moreover, the villagers not far away, as if they had not heard any sound, continued to walk in the direction of the river at the foot of the mountain under the leadership of the village chief.

Wang Pu's heart sank.

These two voices, is it a nightmare? Or the Awakened?

Or is it a person from a hell bodhisattva?

Just as Wang Pu was thinking in his heart, the third voice sounded, full of naked malice: "A group of little minions, just kill them to save trouble, so as not to spoil our big things!" ”

The old voice that sounded at the beginning said, "Don't worry, this group of people is still of some use to us. The water is too deep for the hell bodhisattva to create, and we have gone in several times, but we have not found the thing he left behind. When the Hell Nightmare Sacrifice is opened, the inside of the Nightmare Realm will become more dangerous, and no one knows what Hell Bodhisattva is doing inside, maybe, these people can go in first to explore the way. ”

Another old hoarse voice replied: "This is a good idea, the first few times I entered the Nightmare Realm, I wasted several Yin coins, but I didn't get any benefits, and the loss was too great." Yin money, dark cards, and guiding lights, the production process of these things has long been lost, and with one less one, I am so angry that I want to slaughter the ferryman. ”

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