The village, which is a hundred miles away from here, was originally a very lively place, where merchants gathered, extending in all directions.

But one day, all the people in the village disappeared overnight.

Not only people, but even cats and dogs are gone.

At that time, Xiaobai listened to the story, but now that he thinks about it, he feels a little strange, so he said to Murong Xi:

"When I was a ghost, I also heard about the power of the Heaven Replenishing Stone, which is too powerful.

If it falls into the hands of good people, it may be able to benefit the people.

But if it falls into the hands of the wicked, it can also harm the people, so Qi You's spiritual power has soared, will it have anything to do with him? ”

"You mean, the changes in the village are related to Qi Yi?"

Xiaobai shook his head, this ...... He didn't know.

"Whether it matters or not, we can go and see." Murong Xi said.

A hundred miles away, not far away, the two of them found a place to have lunch, and then set off towards the village.

By the time we arrived, it was already evening.

The only road leading to the village, depressed, with no one and an indescribable oppression.

The wind outside the car moved slightly, and the three people in the car held their breath.

Suddenly, something broke through the curtain.

At this moment, Murong Xi suddenly flipped his wrist, and a bone flute came out of his sleeve.

There was a "ding" sound, and something hit the bone flute and cracked with a bang.

Murong Xi's action was fast and determined, and Tong Yao was shocked.

The two looked at each other briefly, and Murong Xi lowered his head and looked at what was shattered by himself at his feet.

It was a black bug, more precisely, like a fly.

But its shell is much harder than that of a fly, at least when the fly hits a sharp object, it won't make a sound.

Clear liquid flows out of its body, in a constant stream.

Tong Yao looked at this little insect that was only one centimeter in surprise, how could there be so much liquid in the body.

The liquid continued to flow out, and the carriage continued to move forward.

Murong Xi frowned, his feet avoided the clear liquid, and suddenly, he opened the car curtain: "Coachman, stop!" ”

However, as if he had not heard him, the coachman did not look back, and continued to swing his whip forward.

"Stop!" Murong Xi seemed to be angry, and suddenly let out a deep angry rebuke.

At the same time, his hand touched the driver's shoulder.

Something, stuck in his palm, shattered.

He withdrew his hand abruptly, and the coachman slowly turned his head, a pair of blood-red eyes were abnormally protruding, and blood was flowing from the corners of his eyes.

The coachman looked at Murong Xi and without any warning, he bit towards Murong Xi.

Before he could react, Murong Xi raised the bone flute with his backhand, and cut off half of the coachman's jaw at once.

Inside the car, Xiaobai's screams were heard.

However, the coachman did not retreat because of this, but instead bit the bone flute with the bloody stump teeth, so that Murong Xi couldn't pull it out at once.

At the same time, his hands had reached out, trying to control Murong Xi's shoulders.

Murong Xi didn't have time to pull out the bone flute, so he had to take it out, and at the same time, he used his hand as a blade to intercept the opponent's weak arm.

Immediately after, the toe kick out, and the coachman was kicked out of the carriage at once, and the bone flute in his mouth did not spit out.

The moment he fell to the ground, the bone flute plunged into his throat.

Murong Xi grabbed the reins with both hands, and with a "hiss" sound, the horse stopped.