Hey? Didn't the prayer work?

Qing Mang felt the black mist tremble violently, and suddenly let go of her.

The black mist monster screamed twice, shrinking to the size of a fist.

What a chance! Qingmang didn't know what was happening to the black mist, and ran forward regardless of the pain of his butt blooming.

When I arrived at the fork, on one side was the way home, and on the other side was Yanwang Temple.

She thought about raising her legs and ran towards the "Yanwang Temple".

She is sure that Song Yan should be the one who can protect her better than her aunt!

Running all the way to the path behind the Yanwang Temple, panting all the way, she was shocked by the sight in front of her.

In the open space behind the Yanwang Temple, my aunt and my husband were lying on the ground covered in blood, I don't know what the two of them have experienced, and they can't even recognize their appearance.

And the little cousin stood aside, also holding her rag doll covered in blood, and half of her body seemed to be able to see the faint white bones exposed on her body.

Standing among them was Song Yan, who had long hair and a crimson robe, who seemed to be casting a spell at this time.

"Sister!" Qingmang exclaimed.

When the little cousin heard this, she turned her head to look at Qingmang in a daze, and suddenly tears fell.

"Mom! Father! Woowoo woo ......"

Even if you are a person of flesh and blood, you will inevitably be sad when you see this situation.

Qingmang also felt stuffy and swollen in his heart, and took two steps forward, "Sister......"

"Don't move!" Song Yan didn't look back at her, and snorted coldly.

The little cousin cried even worse: "Sister, save us!" This devil killed our family! ”

Qingmang was stunned, Song Yan?!

At this time, Song Yan was still facing away from her, and the auspicious cloud pattern at the bottom of the robe began to flow and flash, as if an invisible wind blew his long hair flying.

I don't know what he read, a white point of light flew between the eyebrows of his aunt and uncle, as if he had opened a gap, and then two white transparent "aunts" and "uncles" were pulled out of their bodies, looking ignorant and well-behaved, and floated in the direction of Song Yan.

Is this a withdrawal of the soul?

Qingmang was stunned, and his little cousin began to scream: "Sister, you are not his opponent, run for your life!" Run! ”

Looking at the little cousin's painful and somewhat hideous face, and looking at the back of Song Yan, who said that she would "never leave" for the rest of her life, Qingmang hesitated for a while.

"Ahh The little cousin knelt on the ground in pain, "It's too late to run!" ”

Song Yan turned around slowly, is this coming at her?

Qingmang didn't have time to think about it, so he turned around and ran.

She wants to go back to the town first, to a crowded place, or to go to the goddess, there is always someone who has a way!

With the wind in her ears, she ran and slammed into an invisible wall.

"Heh, dare to run?"

It's that shrill voice that is neither male nor female!

Qingmang thought to himself, oh no, just ran with his head bored, and forgot that there was such a thing!

The black mist condensed again, this time even bigger than the one just now.

"The old man will swallow you!" After speaking, her whole person was shrouded in black mist, and a fishy suffocating feeling came to her face.

It's over, Qingmang thought to himself that he might really be swallowed by this black fog now!

"Let her go!" A cold drink came.

Qingmang felt that this voice was too familiar, it was Song Yan!

"Who dares to spoil the old man's good deeds?"

But for a moment, as if an invisible hand was holding Qingmang out of the black mist, she fell into a clean and refreshing embrace.

The black mist in front of him gradually revealed its prototype.

It turned out to be a highly decomposed corpse, wearing an ancient official uniform, and green corpse water was constantly dripping down.