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But he didn't want to die yet, he still didn't give up and shouted loudly: "Is there anyone! Help me! ”

The sound came wave after wave until it was far away, but there was still a dead silence around him.

Ji Gouzi howled in despair until his throat was hoarse, and no one came to save him.

He closed his eyes in despair, gave up his struggle for help, and let the water ghost drag his body into the water.

The waves of water rolled, covering Ji Gouzi's nose and eyes, until it completely engulfed his entire body, and everything returned to its original calm, as if nothing had happened.

Ji Zixuan withdrew the spell, and seeing this terrifying scene, even if he knew that this was something that had already happened, it still made me feel palpitations, but I didn't pity Ji Gouzi at all!

Two days later, when the villagers received the news and rushed to the river to fish Ji Gouzi up, Ji Gouzi was covered in cold water, his face was pale, and he had already stopped breathing.

The news of Ji Gouzi's death spread wildly in the village, and the people in the village were panicked, fearing that they would die quietly like Ji Gouzi.

This rumor passed from the mouth of one person to another, and the more it spread, the more bizarre it became, and some people even said that this Ji dog was too envious of his ordinary behavior and was remembered by ghosts.

Adults no longer let children go out to play, and a sign was erected at the site of the accident to warn others not to set foot in the area.

Many people have learned the lesson of Ji Gouzi and begin to reflect on their own mistakes, praying that the ghosts will let them go and not come to their troubles.

But after several days, there was no wind at all. The people of the village gradually relaxed their vigilance and became less suspicious.

Night soon came, and the villagers were eating their supper with the lights on, when suddenly they heard a scream, and everyone broke out to see what was going on.

I saw a family's roof beams burning with flames, and the fire was raging, crushing the beams, and bursts of pungent black smoke came out.

A woman living inside hugged her husband who was knocked and covered in blood and cried, and the picture was extremely tragic.

The people in the village were taken aback by this sudden situation, and hurriedly went to their homes to find water to extinguish the fire, but who knew that after just a few steps, they were knocked unconscious and foaming at the mouth.

The rest of the people looked at each other and fell into an inexplicable panic.

Someone shouted loudly: "The ghosts have invaded our village, hide quickly!"

As soon as those people heard the news, they ran and ran, pushing and shoving.

When the patriarch heard the news, he had already arrived, and the place in the village had been invaded by ghosts, and many houses had already been razed to the ground.

Worried, he told the people of the village to hide quickly, and he himself rushed forward to fight the ghosts to the death.

The goblins couldn't help but laugh when they saw that the patriarch turned out to be a weak old man.

"It turns out that this is the patriarch who protects the village, I don't think he has much ability, what is there to be afraid of the old man who falls down when the wind blows!" One of the goblins said.

"What are you doing? Brothers, rush! "A few lead charges.

The patriarch used his poor spiritual power to resist the fierce attacks of the ghosts like a tide.

He had a fine bead of sweat on his forehead, panting as he drew an enchantment with the amulet on his hand.

It's just that the spiritual power is too weak, and the enchantment can't last long before it is broken by the ghosts. They had already been impatient with the old man who was in the way, and they were desperate to use all their tricks to repel the patriarch.

The patriarch knelt on the ground with exhaustion, spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, and fell to the ground dying. When the old woman heard the news, she hurried to the rescue of the patriarch.

Although the old woman's ability is stronger than that of the patriarch, in the face of so many ghosts, how can her old man have so much physical strength to deal with the malicious attacks of the ghosts that pop up one after another.

The old woman's face turned cold, and she made a big move, but who knew that the ghost had already taken precautions, and actually teamed up to surround her, and densely stretched out its tentacles to attack her.

She was quickly defeated, holding on to her crutches, the smell of blood churning through her body, and the wound had already been cracked, exuding a strange corpse aura.

That night, Ji Zixuan was not present, and when he returned to the village, he found that the village had been destroyed by the ghosts. Everywhere I went, there was a sea of desolation, people were scattered, and there were no early villagers who tirelessly made breakfast.

I have mixed feelings, although I was arrested, but after a short period of contact, I have already developed feelings for this village, and now I don't know how to feel when I look at it like this.

If it weren't for the enchantment protection that Ji Zixuan made for me, I would have been dead on the spot at this time, right?

Looking back at Ji Zixuan, his face was already as black as the bottom of a pot, he frowned and pinched his fingers, took my hand and said, "It seems that the ghosts attacked the village yesterday, and the villagers were all arranged in the basement to recuperate?"

"Why is this goblin making such a big fuss?" I'm puzzled.

Ji Zixuan used illusion to reproduce the scene at that time:

Just when the villagers were still living happily in the village with yellow hair and drooping hair, they didn't know that the ghosts were already ready to move.

In another seven days, it will be the night of Ji Gouzi's resurrection, and Ji Gouzi's ghost will have a chance to come back that night.

If he tells the people of the village what happened to him about his death, then the villagers are likely to retaliate against them by breaking into their haunted house and disturbing their ghosts.

At this time, the ghosts gathered in the haunted house to discuss how to teach the villagers a lesson to prevent future troubles.

A room full of strangely shaped ghosts sat in their places, and the ethereal spirits emitted black corrosive gases in the air, making strange noises.

A ghost with two heads was the first to speak: "I brought you together today for Ji Gouzi, who dragged him down and drowned him?"

The ghosts at the bottom seemed to respect the two-headed monster very much, and a few water monsters hiding in the corner obediently came out: "My lord, we did it."

"Well, it turned out to be a few of you." The two-headed goblin's voice was inaudible, "Why kill innocents? ”

"My lord, you don't know, that Ji Gouzi does all kinds of evil, no one in the village likes him, and we are just doing the right thing for heaven." The water monsters replied confidently.

The two-headed ghost looked at them disapprovingly: "In the final analysis, you are just a water monster with low strength, why should you decide his life and death for God."

"Hmph, now it's okay, you guys are out of breath, we ghosts are miserable, and I don't know who will pity us." A coquettish voice sounded sweetly, and it was an ugly-looking female ghost who spoke, her eyes were blank and empty, and the corners of her mouth were dripping with crimson blood. Coupled with her sweet voice, it is very terrifying.

The water monsters dared not speak in anger, and at this time, the infant ghost nested in the mother's arms howled violently, and the voice was very poignant, echoing in some crowded spaces.

The two-headed ghost couldn't help but glare at the female ghost, "You talk a lot." ”

The female ghost snorted coldly, hugged her arms and pouted and stopped talking.

At this time, an old woman on crutches walked out of the path made by the ghost, "My lord, since everything has happened, we must find a way to prevent future troubles." ”

This old woman is the military advisor of the ghosts, and when she was alive, she was a goddess who shook the towns and villages, and she had the skills of a lifetime, but later the enemy was jealous of her fame, so he secretly poisoned her to death.

After her death, she turned into a ghost, and was embraced by these ghosts, and became a well-deserved backbone.

The two-headed ghost's eyes lit up when he saw the old woman: "I don't know what Narcissus can do?"

"I have inquired about the situation in this village, most of them are unarmed rural people, and there is no need to worry about it, but there are a few powerful people in the village who have to be guarded against, that Ji Zixuan and his old mother are not to be underestimated, and there is a patriarch in the village who guards the village."

As soon as the words fell, a very sturdy ghost straightened his chest and shouted: "Then what are you waiting for, where will these people be the opponent of so many of our ghosts, directly attack him, see if they will retaliate against us!"

This sentence was tantamount to provoking an uproar, and the ghosts couldn't help but chatter and argue below, as if discussing how to attack the villagers by surprise.

"Alright, everyone be quiet," the two-headed monster held out his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, "then let's discuss it, let's act tonight!" ”

The ghosts became excited, one by one eager to try, they had not done such a pleasant thing for a long time, since they turned into ghosts, they had only lived a promising life, and finally had a chance to raise their eyebrows.

Ji Zixuan withdrew his illusion and sneered: "Do you remember Ji Gouzi's death before, isn't there anyone else who would be so bold to kill Ji Gouzi, and now it's understandable to make a big fuss when he has a weak heart."

I couldn't help but sigh: "Only they can do such cruel things to these helpless villagers."

Ji Zixuan sighed and took me to the villagers, with a hint of imperceptible gloom on his face: "If I become such a bloodthirsty and cruel ghost like them, will you still be with me?"

His voice was small, and I raised my eyebrows and asked curiously, "What are you talking about?"

Ji Zixuan's eyes blinked in a panic, and he returned to his usual chattering appearance: "Forget it, you don't understand it."

I threw my fist out and shook it in front of him, pretending to punch him.

I don't know what's wrong, but then Ji Zixuan was silent all the way, and I was silent on the side, and finally arrived at the basement he said.

Walking straight into the basement is a winding road, followed by a concentration camp where the villagers have taken refuge. Ji Zixuan lit a rune paper to lead the way and led me to a room.

He stretched out his hand and knocked on the door, but there was no movement, and the people inside heard a few coughs and made an old voice: "Come in."