Someone is moving the corpse of the spellcaster? Who will be besides Liao Wei?

But at this juncture, Master Ba Song had no time to take care of these at all, so he saw his right hand speed up the speed of the Buddha beads, and his left hand spread out his five fingers, signaling Ah Le not to stop, and at the same time chanting in his mouth:

"The third reincarnation becomes a positive fruit, and the four-sided Buddha light evil demons!"

At this time, the yellow cloth covering the body of the Erawan Buddha fell, and the golden light shone in all directions, and the solemn Erawan Buddha finally showed his divine might, escorting this thrilling ritual from the invasion of foreign ghosts.

On a desolate mass grave in a shantytown, a shovel slammed into an unnamed tombstone, and the moonlight shone faintly through the clouds, and in that faint moonlight, Liao Dan vigorously excavated a grave.

It didn't take long for her to dig open the grave, revealing the coffin inside, which must have been some years old, judging by the extent of the coffin's decay.

Throwing the shovel away, she squatted down and lifted the coffin board, and there was a corpse with fresh skin inside, the man looked to be over half a hundred years old, but the bones showed no signs of decay, as if he had just been buried.

Liao Dan calmed the horror in his heart a little, and replaced it with resentment, and the fear that had accumulated in his heart for many years had turned into deep anger at this moment with Liao Wei's tragic death.

She poured a bucket of gasoline on the corpse, and was about to take out the lighter, when the corpse suddenly moved, as if struggling, and slowly tried to crawl out of the grave.

At the same time, Lin Qingcheng also felt Liu Tingyu in his arms throbbing violently, his hands were restlessly touching around, making a posture of climbing up, and the eyes she opened at some point also turned into terrifying ghost eyes.

Lin Qingcheng hurriedly shouted: "Uncle! Uncle! What's wrong with her! ”

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck the sky, followed by a thunderclap that shook the heavens and the earth, and the bean-sized raindrops fell sparsely, and the corpses in the grave had already sat up.

The lightning descended one after another, setting Chu Rengui's face extremely terrifying, and he slowly turned his head to look at Liao Dan.

"You go to die!"

Liao Dan picked up the shovel that was thrown next to him, and slapped it on Chu Rengui's head with all his strength, only to hear a crisp sound on the ground, and the shovel was actually smashed into sparks.

Liao Dan's hands were numb from the shock, and he quickly took out the lighter from his pocket, but the more nervous he was, the more his hands trembled, and the more his hands trembled, the more he couldn't catch fire, coupled with the raindrops falling from the sky, which made the lighter a little damp, but the fire seemed to be against her, and it couldn't be released.

But at this moment, a hand full of corpse spots stretched out from the coffin, and that hand grabbed Liao Dan's wrist, like sandpaper, grabbing her wrist painfully, and she couldn't even hold the lighter.

Under the pull of that force, she herself was brought into the coffin, and struggled to scuffle with the corpse, he tore her hair, she knocked his skull as if she had been hated for generations.

On the road not far away, Xiao Zhao Yi happily carried a fishing rod in the night strolling in the mass grave here, he said that the fish pond reservoir stationed is not very far from here, and he wanted to take advantage of the night to come out to catch a few big fish, but he didn't expect that the sky did not fulfill people's wishes, and it actually rained, he had to put away the fishing rod and prepare to go home to sleep, and he was worried that he would not be able to return to the police station before the rain, so he dared to copy the short road of the mass grave.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a fight nearby, and he couldn't help but wonder, did he meet a tomb robber in the middle of the night?

But this is a mass grave in a shantytown! The poor dead who are buried with no one to take care of the aftermath, this tomb robber has no discipline, and the graves of the poor and dead are also dug up?

He followed the sound and looked over, the beam of the police torch shook in the tomb a few times, and a woman was riding in a coffin and beating the bones under her, and her skull was shattered.

"This lady! Do you have a grudge against this corpse? He thought he was bored enough, and ran out to fish in the middle of the night, but he didn't expect to meet an even more boring one, who didn't sleep in the middle of the night and came to whip the corpse!

The light of the flashlight shone on Liao Dan's face, and she immediately regained her composure, looking at the messy bones under her, how could they still be lifelike half a minute ago, it was clearly just a blackened skeleton.

But the skeleton was still holding a strand of her hair in her hand, and her cracked teeth seemed to be smiling proudly, she quickly crawled out of the coffin, and before she could speak, Xiao Zhao had already recognized her, and said confusedly: "Why are you?" Is the psychiatric hospital on holiday? How did I let you out! ”

Liao Dan also recognized that the police officer in front of her had visited her a few days ago, she didn't have time to explain anything, she stretched out her hand in the coffin, her heart was not good, the lighter had been crushed.

When Xiao Zhao was about to interrogate her, Liao Dan stretched out his hand and asked him to borrow the lighter.

"You won't! People have been dead for so many years, and you still have to burn people's corpses! ”

"I'm crazy, and crazy people don't have to bear the consequences for killing people!"

Liao Dan directly snatched the lighter, Xiao Zhao just wanted to stop it too late, the moment the body was ignited, the flames burned to the ground.

In the Buddha hall, the sound of chanting Buddha more quickly than one was connected into a voice, and the thrilling ritual on this side was still continuing, Liu Tingyu showed a strange posture of extreme pain, just when Lin Qingcheng was at a loss, one after another ghosts came out of her body, these ghosts were different from the periphery, their spirits all exuded a reddish light, Lao Cai, Xue Qi, Mary, Liao Wei, Liao Dan.... Their willingness to leave is a sign of their willingness to accept excess.

As the ghost figure left, Liu Tingyu's white ghost eyes were covered with black bloodshots, and her two black pupils rolled out at once, but her expression looked even more painful, and her complexion was almost completely shrouded in black qi.

Lin Qingcheng's face suddenly turned a lot paler, because the Buddha beads hanging on Liu Tingyu's chest had turned into poisonous snakes, which were wrapping around her neck, tightening tighter and tighter.

And Liu Tingyu's body also had a suffocation reaction, the two pupils that had just recovered were constantly dilating, and the blue tendons on her forehead were looming, and she was about to suffocate to death.

"Uncle! Uncle! ”

Lin Qingcheng saw that the situation was not good, and shouted loudly to Master Ba Song, but at this moment, the practice had reached the last moment, and Ba Song did not dare to be distracted for a moment.

However, Liu Tingyu couldn't support it anymore, and began to spit out lung foam and bloodshot from her mouth, Lin Qingcheng didn't dare to hesitate anymore, and hurriedly took off the poisonous snake wrapped around her neck, and was about to throw it into the distance, but found that it was still a string of Buddhist beads.

The sound of Sanskrit chanting stopped abruptly, the light of the Buddha on all sides was busy extinguished, the yin wind suddenly stopped, and the fireball in Ah Le's hand was also extinguished, along with the candle flames that did not waver in the slightest.

Ah Le asked, "What are you doing!" Why did you remove that string of beads! ”

In the face of Ah Le's questioning, Lin Qingcheng looked around blankly, and finally looked at the figure in the wheelchair, his hand suddenly drooped, and the Buddhist beads that had been plucked in his hand were scattered to the ground, and Master Ba Song actually passed away!

A trace of melancholy, a few touches of sadness, sunset and dusk, on the bench in Times Park, Liu Tingyu snuggled in Lin Qingcheng's arms, drunken eyes looking at the sunset reflecting the red sky, this scene of the remnant sun is just an ordinary thing, but for them, it is the last circle of lines in the annual rings of life that have not yet aged!

The wind is bleak, the treetops are blowing, every day and night, every secluded place, isn't there a scene of desolation?

Those expressions full of reluctance and desperate struggle were finally exhausted by the twilight haze with a layer of gloomy afterglow, in this life that can never predict the next second, they are willing to sit here quietly and wait, waiting for death to approach.

Lin Qingcheng gently said to the person in his arms: "I promised you that I want to hold a concert for you, just the two of us!" ”

Liu Tingyu blinked her big smart eyes, looked up at her lover's smiling eyebrows: "Are you here?" Now? ”

Lin Qingcheng smiled warmly, took out a melodica, the melodious music echoed in his ears, the beautiful melody and cheerful tune were integrated, and the chromatic harmonica seemed to be heavenly under his playing, which was a song for the beloved, which could express the most complete solo.

Liu Tingyu slowly left her lover's arms, dancing with the gentle and pleasant music, although she has not danced like today for many years, but she is flying like a beautiful butterfly, writhing like a graceful wicker, and the beauty is intoxicating.

When the wind rose, Lin Qingcheng blew a row of tones, and the organ on the side of his mouth fell to the ground unconsciously, but the melody of the solo continued to echo, and Liu Tingyu had forgotten himself completely, and he never noticed that the sound of the organ was not played by his lover.

The wind in the park rattled the leaves, and suddenly, a walking stick came.

Lin Qingcheng was stunned and saw that the dancing shoes on Liu Tingyu's feet were actually red!

Every time she takes a dance step, a bloody footprint will be reflected on the ground, and later, Lin Qingcheng's surroundings are already covered with blood-red footprints, dense, but Liu Tingyu is like a dancing machine, she can't stop at all, and she doesn't want to stop there, as if she is dancing the last passion in her life, and she will never stop until the end of time.