After killing the bustard, the people outside did not move like a mountain.

Mrs. Jiang, who spoke before, didn't move, the sedan chair drivers didn't move, and the people on the street corner and the other side didn't move.

The fat man and I gasped for breath and threw the woman's body out together.

The corpse fell to the ground with a muffled thud.

Still no one moved.

I stood in the doorway and glanced back and forth, and noticed something unusual.

The middle-aged man leaning against the telephone pole on the corner of the street changed his position, he clinging to the telephone pole, and the cigarette pouch and pot were crossed in front of his chest in a fighting position.

On the paper-cutting stall opposite the incense shop, a woman dressed in a thin sand spilled the paper-cutting on the stall, and paper figures of different shapes guarded around her, as if they were vigilant about something.

Diagonally opposite the Spring Festival couplet stall, the old man's hand in his sleeve stretched out, holding a knife-like thing in his hand. I'm also getting ready to get started.

The only thing that hasn't changed is the palanquin drivers in front of the shop, what they were like when they came, and what they are now, just like the wooden stakes, waiting for the orders of the owner in the sedan chair.

"Brother. Why is this not moving? The fat man muttered.

"It's not good if there's no movement?" I reached for the door and stood in front of the window to observe the situation outside.

These people kept a fragile balance, no one ran, no one walked, just froze.

I just wanted to ask Xiao Hei what's going on. The thing jumped over on its own and stood on my shoulder looking out at the situation.

"The old lady is here!"

After looking at it for a while, Xiao Hei threw down a sentence, jumped off my shoulder, returned to the position just now, and squinted on his stomach.

The old lady is a grandmother, just as I expected before, at this time, it is impossible for the grandmother to let me die, let alone let Long Po do her badly.

This time, Grandma Grandma laid out a bureau, the purpose of which is very simple, before entering the dragon gate, to eliminate some people who are threatening her or her plans.

The situation outside was still deadlocked, and I looked at it and noticed something unusual.

The most noticeable change is the street lights.

Although our street is relatively old, there are still two street lamps that are not broken, one is at the corner of the street and the other is diagonally opposite.

Two street lamps that provide orange-red light.

I don't know when the color of the lights changed, from orange to green.

As the lights changed, so did the buildings on the street.

Like street lights, it becomes not the shape of the building, but the color.

The old pedestrian street is lined with shops on both sides, and the color of the shops is mainly blue-red, but now, all of them have turned gray and white, revealing a dead air.

The change continued, from the storefronts to the streets, and from the streets to the surroundings, and even the sky turned dead gray.

This kind of change or this kind of environment, I am very familiar with, and this is the case with another world that I enter when I pass through the underworld, and that world is called the underworld.

"Grass!"

Looking at the changes outside, I couldn't help it, and burst into a foul language, grandma's hand is too big, and it is a big move as soon as I make a move.

The bits out there are currently tighter than me. I moved a chair and sat in front of the window as a spectator.

"Huh!"

What broke the silence was a sneer in the palanquin.

The moment the laughter sounded, the palanquin drivers and guards on both sides of the sedan chair changed, the scarlet-painted faces turned pale, the unshiny eyes bulged outward, and the retro clothes began to rot.

In less than three seconds, two porters fell to the ground and turned into a pile of rags.

The rest of the palanquin bearers are not in a good situation, and if they continue to develop according to this situation, they will be corrupted sooner or later.

"Get up!"

At this moment, a sedan chair driver came with a sharp voice, and the rest of the sedan chair drivers moved at the same time, lifting the sedan chair and preparing to leave.

The moment the sedan chair was lifted, a jet-black gas rushed out of the two sedan chairs, wrapping all the sedan chair drivers in it, the change stopped instantly, and several sedan chair drivers even began to recover.

The other side. The three also moved.

The middle-aged man leaning against a telephone pole around the corner suddenly took a deep breath of his cigarette pouch and then exhaled a puff of white smoke.

The white smoke rushed forward like an arrow, splitting the layers of gray and white.

Taking this opportunity, the middle-aged man rushed forward with the white smoke.

Across the street. The tulle woman's booth snapped, and the paper cutouts around her moved at the same time, connecting into one, turning into a large paper figure with armor on top of the armor. Shouting and waving the paper knife forward, splitting the gray world.

Diagonally opposite, the old man's hand is on the couplet, and a ball of fire is burning, bringing out a strange color in the gray world.

These guys were doing their hands almost at the same time. It can be called the eight immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers, and the purpose is very simple, to escape from the old pedestrian street.

I smacked my lips if I were to confront them directly. It's really enough to choke and fight, not to mention anything else, just one Mrs. Jiang is enough for our brothers.

The fat man will definitely not be able to escape, and nine times out of ten he will be arrested and returned to the church to get married.

"Can you run?" The fat man muttered.

"Enough!" I replied with two words, the character of Grandma Tai who planned and then moved. Won't give them too many chances.

Sure enough, things started to change, as I expected.

First, a middle-aged man on the corner of the street, a gust of wind suddenly appeared, blowing away the arrows composed of white smoke. His movements froze, and he took another puff of the cigarette pouch pot.

A burst of fire came out of the copper pot mouth, and then it was extinguished, and the middle-aged man struggled for a moment like a duck whose throat had been choked. A pair of hands reached out of the darkness and grabbed at his arm.

The next moment, the middle-aged man disappeared from my sight.

On the other side, as soon as the two sedan chairs reached the corner of the street, countless pairs of pale palms appeared on the ground. grabbed the feet and necks of those sedan chair drivers, dragged them down sharply, and one by one the sedan chair drivers disappeared, replaced by a pile of rags of paper, and some broken bamboo could be vaguely seen.

The woman in the thin sand did not go far, and her paper figure was blown back by a gust of wind and rolled upside down against her.

In the pale moonlight, the shadow she dragged on the ground moved, then stood up from behind her and jerked her in her arms. Wrap her in it.

Diagonally opposite, the newly burned couplet was extinguished instantly, leaving no trace except for a little paper ash.

The old man was very single, and the couplet went out the moment. The cage squatted down again, in a state of surrender.

In a short period of time, these four groups of people all stopped eating.

"That's awesome, isn't it?"

The fat man held back for a long time and held back such a sentence.

I didn't say anything. Because it's really awesome, it's not a progression at all.

Outside the window, as several people were subdued, the gray color slowly faded, and the light of the street lamp returned to its previous orange red. The moonlight turned milky white again, and the smell of corruption on the building subsided.

When everything was back to normal, the fat man and I looked at each other, opened the door and went out of the house to check on the situation.

Before going out, I glanced back at Xiao Hei and was surprised to find that the hair on Xiao Hei's body was slowly smoothing, that is, when the change just now, the hair on his whole body exploded.

For me and the fat man to go out, Xiao Hei has no opinion, and he didn't mention it, which means that it is safe outside for the time being.

Pushing the door out of the house, the first thing that came into view was the pile of rotten paper figures at the door.

The corpse of the woman thrown out by me and the fat man will be rotten and unrecognizable, with only a few lazy bones left.

The old man diagonally across from him was gone. Leaving only a pile of paper ashes and a torn shroud on the ground.

Turning to the left, there was no woman wearing a thin sha, only two cutouts, one of which was a woman with picturesque eyebrows.

Continue to the left. It is two palanquins made of paper.

The two sedan chairs, all of which fell to the ground, were filled with no people and no corpses, only two crooked paper figures.

The man was also gone, leaving only a broken cigarette pouch pot near the pole.

The fat man and I looked at each other, gathered together what remained on the street, and set it on fire.

Stared at the orange flames for nearly five minutes, until everything was reduced to ashes, and the fat man and I turned away.

"Brother, are you alright?"

After returning to the store, the fat man was still a little unsure.

"It should be fine!"

I said as I glanced at Blackie, if there was something, it should give the letter.

At this point, everything is already clear, tonight's affair is the game of Tai Ma Bu, and the result is obvious, they are all defeated.

I let out a slow breath, and the next thing was that the dragon gate was wide open.