The monks in the monastery are all very old, they have no worries, no relatives and innocents, and they have been staying in the monastery for decades. So the young Zuo Xiaomu is very eye-catching in this peculiar team.

Zuo Xiaomu has a strange disease. He was unwell, feverish, tired, restless, and painful in the area of facial scratches, and the whole person fell into a hallucination at any time.

The leading monk is in trouble, Zuo Xiaomu is the child entrusted to him to take care of, if something happens, how can the spirit of heaven face him in the future?

The monks tried all means to treat him, but to no avail, and finally had to take quarantine measures. Prepare to take Zuo Xiaomu to a secluded valley with a mysterious cave in the valley.

There were many broken bowls along the way, and this kind of broken bowl was used to worship lonely souls and wild ghosts. There is a village far away from the mountains and forests, and most of the young and strong laborers in the village go out to work. What was left behind were some old, weak, sick and pregnant, and there were children.

Just because this section belongs to a complex ethnic minority area, Zhong Kui and the others generally look for a secluded route for fear of trouble, and they did not alarm the people in those sparse Lala villages. It also saved a lot of trouble, and now they don't know that something big is about to happen in the temple.

The villagers here believe in a thousand-year-old palm tree. This palm tree is amazing and effective, so you can do it all when you ask for it!

It is also said that the palm tree is the embodiment of evil spirits, because it can get a lot of food after being worshiped by nearby villagers. He didn't do anything evil in the world, but if anyone accidentally provoked him, then that person would become a stand-in for the evil spirits clinging to the palm trees.

At this moment, Zuo Xiaomu was carried by the monks and had to pass through this palm tree, and there were some colorful ribbons hanging up and down the palm tree, as well as wind chimes. Looking up at the multicolored ribbons and wind chimes, he was one foot high and one foot low, not paying attention to his feet, and stepped on a broken bowl with one foot.

The broken bowl was filled with the kind of sacrificial cake made of glutinous rice, which was slimy, and when he pulled out his foot, he took a few steps with the broken bowl.

"Damn! What a obscurity! Zuo Xiaomu cursed in a low voice. Rub your feet the ground to rub off the sticky bowl pieces, and you have to quickly follow the monks and masters in front.

The monk master promised Zuo Xiaomu that when he recovered from his illness, he would contact the relevant people to send him back to his own country and to his hometown. Full of anticipation, he felt unwell, hot and cold, and even though he was wrapped in a thick sheet, he still felt cold. It's like playing a cold pendulum, shaking non-stop.

Truth; Zuo Xiaomu was very reluctant to come here, and the cold cave made him feel lonely and cold. In the cave is a stone statue of a seemingly imposing general, whom the monks told him was the emperor of their country.

The monks brought Zuo Xiaomu here to use a kind of soul-calling magic in their own country in order to control his condition. The monks wrapped his clothes, hair, nails, and so on. Packed into a delicate wooden box. Around the wooden box, and then surrounded several other monks who were proficient in this kind of witchcraft, and they muttered words......

Listening to the noisy murmuring of prayers, Zuo Xiaomu looked irritably, with a splitting headache and blood-red eyes. Peek at the tireless chatter of the elderly monks, the bare carotid arteries of the monks' necks.

Zuo Xiaomu struggled to control the sudden increase in mania in his heart, the irrepressible tyrannical mentality that bred in his heart, he wanted to bite very much!

"Son, be quiet, and be quiet and distract from all distractions. We can help you, as long as you are cured, you can return to your homeland, to the arms of your loved ones. An elderly monk looked at Zuo Xiaomu worriedly and said.

At the same time, he shouted to the monk who was chattering to tie Zuo Xiaomu up with a thick hemp rope, otherwise he would lose control. It's not good to run out on impulse.

After hearing the elder monk instructing someone to tie himself with hemp rope, Zuo Xiaomu suddenly became nervous. As soon as his mind was tense, his whole body spasmed, and at the same time, he saw countless ghosts swaying in front of him.

"Ahh Boil~" There was a terrifying bark from his mouth, like the cry of a wild beast, which frightened the rest of the monks and came up to tie him up in time with hemp rope. "Let go of me! You bastards, didn't you say save me? Why do you want to tie me up......"

Zuo Xiaomu screamed, feeling even more manic, and he rushed left and right to break free from the hemp rope. The older monk was closest to him, and he grabbed him and left a bloody wound on his arm.

"Ahh The older monk covered his arms, frowned painfully, and instructed the monks to tie the left small wooden bundle stronger.

They controlled Zuo Xiaomu like a sleepy zongzi, and the older monk, after being bitten, felt dizzy and weak...... "I'll withdraw first, you can withdraw after a while!" Let him be here alone for a while. ”

The older monk turned his head to look at Zuo Xiaomu, there was still a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, the blood stains left by biting him just now, and the blood-red eyes looked very scary.

The elder monk shook his head suspiciously, he felt that Zuo Xiaomu's illness was not as simple as a cold and fever and lost his soul.

After the older monks left, the rest of the monks continued to chant.

In Zuo Xiaomu's feelings, a terrifying and terrifying sound was like a ghost crying wolf howling compulsively poured into the eardrum. The loud echo of the wind pouring into the cave was like the feeling of thunder rumbling at hand.

He felt panicked, hesitant, flustered, frightened, mad. He wants to rush out, he wants to continue to be bloodthirsty and bite, and as long as he bites something bloody, he will feel a cool and extremely cool kuai feeling.

His face was flushed, his eyes bloodshot and glittering with the fierce light of a beast, staring at the monks who were chanting prayers.

The monk didn't see him right, and someone hastened to hint at leaving. After a while, Zuo Xiaomu was left alone in the cave, and the taut hemp rope did not have the slightest gap for him to struggle.

Zuo Xiaomu himself felt that something was wrong, when did it start to be wrong? There are no ideas, no thoughts in the mind at the moment. Scenes of broken memories are on the verge of collapse, and his face is festering and bleeding......

There was a 'click' and the rope that bound him broke. A roar like thunder, one by one erratic ghosts, overlapped in front of Zuo Xiaomu.

He stumbled out of the cave, vaguely remembering the way back to the monastery. At this moment, he has completely lost his humanity, and whenever he sees a living creature, he has an urge to bite it.

Passing by the palm tree, I hallucinated to see an unkempt man standing in front of the palm tree. Zuo Xiaomu stared at the blood-red eyes, approached the palm tree step by step, and hugged the palm tree and gnawed it for a while.

"Mom! Death! This is retribution. "A woman screamed.

He slowly turned his head to follow the sound...... The woman was carrying the sacrifice in her hand, and when she saw his appearance, she screamed in fright, and ran away!