Suddenly, the drumming stopped abruptly.

The terrifying thing that was about to crawl out of the ground let out an unwilling silent roar, and fell silent in an instant.

The deadly sense of threat that pressed on Fang Yue's heart, making him creepy, disappeared without a trace.

The room was quiet, and there were a few "pops", but the knives and sticks held by the family members fell to the ground.

Fang Yue's eyes were quick, and he took over the torch that was about to fall in Ren Junlin's hand.

By the light of the torches, you can see that Ren Junlin and the few family members he brought over are all standing blankly, motionless, as if they have lost their souls.

In fact, their current state is indeed lost souls.

Turning his gaze to the bed, the woman's dress, like the same woman, huddled in the corner of the bed, trembling.

The tunics bulged out, as if there was a real woman in a cardigan skirt, huddled there.

It's a pity that ordinary people can't see the head and limbs, and they see a dress like a person, in this dark night, it is full of fright.

However, Fang Yue knew that in the placket skirt, it was Yan Qiuhong's soul, which was captured by Lao Li Tou with a rattle and imprisoned in her own skirt.

There were faint voices outside, this is a house purchased by the Ren family, because it is arranged for the next person to live, so it is not isolated from other families around.

There was such a big movement on the door here, and the surrounding residents heard it.

But in the middle of the night, everyone didn't know what was going on, and they didn't dare to approach this way.

Fang Yue withdrew his gaze from the skirt at the corner of the bed and looked at Lao Li's head.

At this moment, Lao Li's hair is all white, wrinkled, and his body is covered with flesh and bones, looking like only a layer of skin remains, like a skeleton, which is quite terrifying.

His eyes were wide open, and he had stopped breathing, and he couldn't bat himself.

He still clutched the handle of the rattle in his hand, but he couldn't shake it anymore.

The drum beat stopped abruptly just now, just because Lao Li couldn't hold it and died.

In fact, in the end, it was no longer Lao Li Tou shaking the rattle, but the rattle was swallowing Lao Li Tou's vitality and shaking himself.

Outside, the wind poured in through the broken door, and the cold hit the people, and the flames on the torches swayed.

The shadows on the wall swayed, and the shadows were sufficient.

Fang Yue took a deep breath, continued the unfinished action just now, and grabbed the rattle in Lao Li Tou's hand.

The rattle fell into Fang Yue's hands, and nothing unexpected happened.

Its handle is made of bamboo, and it is cold to hold.

By the light of the torch, Fang Yue carefully examined the strange rattle.

The surface of the drum was covered with a palm-sized animal skin, yellowish-brown, and it was impossible to tell what kind of beast's fur it was.

There are also colorful paintings on it, showing two children playing with each other.

At first glance, it is innocent and full of childlike fun.

But when they were taken to the firelight, they saw that these two frolicking children, with blue faces, prominent eyes, distorted movements, and hideous smiles, did not look like normal children at all.

"Strange familiarity."

Fang Yue thought of the jade pendant and the bronze mirror he was in the county inn.

I just thought of the horror of this rattle swallowing the vitality of Lao Litou, and when the drum sounded, the black gas was swirling, and there seemed to be something terrible about to crawl out of the ground.

Fang Yue hesitated a little, this was a strange and ominous item.

But in the end, Fang Yue still made up his mind, put his finger to his mouth, and bit hard.

Blood spilled from his fingertips, and he was bright red and bewitching in the firelight.

Fang Yue smeared the blood that had overflowed from the wound on the surface of the rattle.

A child painted on the drum suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed all the blood that Fang Yue had smeared.

Then, the entire rattle began to melt, turning into a yellow-brown liquid, which quickly melted into his body along Fang Yue's arm.

A chill swam through Fang Yue's body.

After a cup of tea, there was one more thing in the merit system in Fang Yue's mind.

Fang Yue——

Merit: 546 points

Magical powers: deduction, illumination, and soul dementoring

Martial Arts: Enlightenment Fist (Double), Basic Knife Technique (Heavy)

More than 1,000 merit points, overnight, it was the deduction of exercises, the magic power of the envoy, the fight against the rattle drum, and the consumption of 200 points to melt this weird rattle, so there are only more than 200 points left.

However, Lao Li ran out of oil and died, and the terrible monsters under the ground finally failed to climb out, which gave Fang Yue a part of the credit, which was equivalent to about three hundred merit points.

The number is reduced and increased, and there are more than 500 points left.

Fang Yue's attention swept over the merit point, and the focus stopped on the supernatural power column.

Behind the two merit supernatural powers of "deduction" and "illumination", there are now more "dementoring" supernatural powers.

"Dementors."

Fang Yue thought silently in his heart, and a rattle the size of a palm appeared in his hand.

"This rattle has evolved into my merit supernatural power, and if you use it, you need to consume merit. This doesn't matter, but if it still consumes life force and lifespan, then it's a real pit. ”

In any case, no matter how precious the merit points are, there is still a way to obtain them.

But the lifespan, Fang Yue didn't know what way to extend it indefinitely.

Therefore, every bit of life is extremely precious.

Holding a rattle, Fang Yue first looked at Yan Qiuhong, who was shrunk in the corner of the bed.

Although he couldn't see her, he could only see a dress, but Fang Yue could feel that she was looking at him cautiously.

At this moment, the two of them were still conscious in the room.

"I'll send you back to your soul first, and tonight's memories will be erased for you, so have a good dream."

Fang Yue said, not waiting for Yan Qiuhong to respond, and gently shook the rattle in his hand.

After three drums, the cardigan skirt quickly disappeared and lay on the bed.

Yan Qiuhong's soul was sent back.

Fang Yue looked at Ren Junlin and the others again, their souls were out of their bodies, and they should be wandering around.

Fang Yue didn't know if the soul would dissipate after a long time without protection and without protection.

Not daring to delay any longer, Fang Yue also gently shook the rattle in front of a few people.

……

In the early morning, the autumn dew is like frost.

The affairs of the Ren family were successfully resolved, and after Fang Yue slept comfortably, he said goodbye to Master Ren early in the morning and prepared to return to Fangqiao Village.

He still has a lot of things to do and doesn't want to waste any more time.

Master Ren specially arranged a carriage to send him back, but it was not Lao Li Tou who was driving, but a young man.

There were also large bags of medicinal herbs on the carriage, all of which were some big and small medicines.

Ginseng, angelica, Polygonum multiflori, Ophiopogon vulgaris, northern and southern ginseng, turtle gum, etc., are various.

The Ren family started by selling rare timber by sea, and later switched to selling medicinal herbs by sea, and even opened a large pharmacy on their own.

Therefore, there is no shortage of all kinds of medicinal materials in the Ren family.

Master Ren heard that Fang Yue's martial arts practice required a lot of medicinal materials to replenish qi and blood, so without saying a word, he brought him a large bag and a small bag.

The carriage swayed on the uneven dirt road.

In the car, in addition to Fang Yue himself and a large bag of medicinal herbs, there was also a little maid who was holding her luggage and secretly looked at Fang Yue from time to time.

This maid was also sent by Master Ren, saying that Fang Yue was alone and had inconvenient living, so he sent someone to take care of daily life.

Fang Yue couldn't refuse Master Ren's enthusiasm, and he really didn't have time to focus on the daily chores of life such as laundry and cooking.

So I pushed the boat down the river and accepted the gift from Master Ren.