"That's interesting."

After Fan Ren said goodbye to Tongxuan Zhenren. Bring your brother to pack a small bag. After packing his bags, he went down the mountain at noon that day, but he came to Daoxiang Village in a quarter of an hour.

The moment he came to the entrance of the village, Fan Ren saw the huge locust tree at the entrance of the village at a glance.

On the branches of the locust tree, the southward half is covered with yellow rune paper. On the branch of the tree, there were small golden bells threaded with red ropes.

On the other side of the big locust tree, a woman with a pale face hangs from a thick hemp rope. At first glance, it looks like he has been dead for a long time.

"The villagers in this village are so bold...... Dare to let this corpse hang on the locust tree like this......"

Bao Xiaobao put his hands behind his back, looked at the hanged woman, and shook his head slightly.

Before they entered the village, Bao Xiaobao and Fan Ren had already heard a villager who had left the entrance of the village talk about the village.

It is said that the day after the woman hanged herself, all the remaining three members of Wang Tietou's family died violently for no reason.

Then, the homes of the villagers who had some close contact with Wang Tietou on weekdays also began to die.

And those dead people, the way of death is quite consistent, they were all strangled to death by a pair of hands that looked like women in the middle of the night. On the corpses, there were some bruises that resembled finger marks.

The most frightening thing is that most of those who died were married and slept together, and only one of the two died.

The other, who is often unaware of it, does not realize it until dawn.

At that time, they had been in the same bed with a dead corpse for a long time.

After all the people died in their homes, the boys in the village who could not speak, and the babies in the swaddling clothes, began to disappear one after another.

So far, no trace has been found.

Eighty percent of them have already been poisoned.

Because of the successive accidents, there are rumors in the village that the poor woman has come to take revenge.

Fearing this rumor, the woman's body had been hanging from the locust tree for more than half a month. Not even one dared to go up and converge.

"The locust wood is originally a cold thing, and it's strange that they do this."

Bao Xiaobao stood in front of the locust tree, untied the bag behind him, and a mess of materials was placed on the ground by him.

Bao Xiaobao squatted down, gently rummaged inside, and found a porcelain bowl and a willow branch from it. looked at Fan Ren with a serious face.

"Senior brother, you take this bowl and go to the stream at the east end of the village to get a bowl of stream water."

"Yes, yes, Senior Brother Xiaobao."

Although he knew that Bao Xiaobao was going to do the right thing, he didn't know why Fan Ren always had the urge to touch his head when he saw Bao Xiaobao, who was less than one meter tall, making such a serious move.

Finally resisting this urge to touch his head, Fan Ren turned to leave. Not for a while. So he took a bowl of water and came back.

At this time, Bao Xiaobao had already placed a small incense burner in front of the old locust tree, and three small sandalwood sticks kept emitting green smoke.

Fan Ren hurriedly put down the bowl of water in his hand and stood behind Bao Xiaobao.

The bag of small bags held a thin willow branch in his hand, and with a slight flick, a golden light flashed.

Followed by. Bao Xiaobao gently dipped a little water in the bowl with a willow branch. Gently tap on his and Fan Ren's foreheads.

The eyes of the two of them instantly lit up with a golden light.

When the two of them looked at the locust tree again. I was shocked.

I saw that on the locust tree, several red passages that seemed to be human blood vessels appeared inexplicably.

Streams of flowing objects that looked like blood kept flowing from the roots of the locust tree to the location of the female corpse.

And on the branch of the tree where the female corpse was, a red fruit completely enveloped the entire female corpse.

The red fruit. It's still beating.

It's like a heart.

The most important thing is to serve as nourishment for this fruit. At the root of the old locust tree, under the ground. Fan Ren saw the struggling ones one by one, with hideous faces. The soul of a child.

"What the hell is a bastard, so vicious!"

Fan Renqing clearly saw that on all the vein-like passages of the old locust tree that transported the nutrients, there were several pieces of rune paper.

The role of these runes is not at all what the villagers think is to suppress any female corpses, but for such a cruel and vicious method of cultivating fruits, escorting.

"Senior brother, it is imperative to evacuate the mortals in this village first."

Bao Xiaobao looked up at Fan Ren, who was gritting his teeth, and said.

"According to the ripeness of this fruit, it is estimated that on the next full moon night, that fruit should be ripe."

"I understand. On the night of the next full moon, there are only about three days left. Until then......"

……

Because there are many talented people in Dongsheng Shenzhou. In addition, this village is not very far from Lingtai Temple.

Therefore, as a disciple of Lingtai Guan, Bao Xiaobao could easily evacuate all the villagers in this Daoxiang Village.

At this time, only half a day has passed.

"Senior brother."

Bao Xiaobao looked at the night that was gradually darkening. He nodded at Fan Ren.

"Let's see if we can forcibly destroy this locust tree."

As he spoke, Bao Xiaobao felt around in his baggage and found a peachwood sword that was less than a meter long.

"Senior brother, come. Thunder! ”

Fan Ren glanced at Bao Xiaobao helplessly when he heard this, and he didn't know why hearing Bao Xiaobao say this, it always made people think of a certain electric mouse.

"Senior Brother Xiaobao, take it!"

Fan Ren's right hand lit up with a bright thunderbolt, and dazzling currents scurried around.

Bao Xiaobao gently waved the peachwood sword in his hand. All the currents that appeared from Fan Ren's hands flew through the air, and then instantly converged on the peachwood sword in his hand.

Bao Xiaobao held a peachwood sword dancing with a razer in his hand, and shouted very much.

"Sword slashes demons!"

A half-moon-shaped sword with a red twist in gold was slashed out by Bao Xiaobao. In an instant, it was cut down on that huge locust tree.

On the trunk of the locust tree, a shallow crack the size of a palm suddenly appeared.

Obviously, the gorgeous sword of the small bag just now did not receive too good results.

"Huh? What does it smell like? ”

Fan Ren moved his nose. There are some doubts about the way.

air. It seems to be drifting away. A faint, grilled aroma.

Then. Where the trunk of the tree cracked, a viscous, paint-like, blood-soaked liquid began to gush out.

"Is this the blood of the locust tree?"

Fan Ren looked at Bao Xiaobao with some confusion. Although he used to be a ghost chap. But I don't know much about these vine spirit tree monsters in Dongsheng Shenzhou.

Although the red liquid looks like blood, it is judged by its consistency. More like jam.

Just when Fan Ren's attention was all attracted by the red liquid.

In the well beside Fan Ren. Suddenly, a pitch-black head emerged.