"Not good."

The corpse puppet who stepped towards Mo Fan changed greatly after hearing the words four or ten, and then hurriedly turned around and ran towards the east of the village.

And just after the words four or ten sounded, because Mo Fan asked Li Shan about the villagers who had closed the door of the house, they all suddenly poured out of the house, with excitement on their faces and longing in their eyes, and chased in the direction where the corpse puppet was running like a wind.

Seeing this scene, Mo Fan was shocked.

Four or ten, what do these four words mean, and why did the corpse puppet's face change so much when he heard it, but those villagers were full of excitement.

Stopping to run, he turned to look at the corpse golems and villagers running towards the east of the village.

Mo Fan wanted to grab a villager who ran by and ask, but thinking of what the corpse puppet said, there were actually few living people in Nanliang Village.

This can't help but make his back a little chilly, a corpse puppet has made him embarrassed and almost killed, now if these villagers in Nanliang Village have become ghosts, then he has nine lives that are not enough to live!

So by the moonlight he ran in the opposite direction, and in his memory it was from this direction that he entered the village.

......

The moon was still so bright, but I don't know when there was a dark cloud around me.

Mo Fan licked his dry lips, his face was pale at the moment, whiter than the bright moon in the sky, which was a sign of excessive blood loss.

Turning his head to look around at the familiar houses and the streets where the corpse golems were fighting.

This is the thirteenth time he's been back here.

The first time he returned here, he thought that he had encountered a ghost hitting the wall again, so he bit his middle finger and used blood to awaken the heavenly eye in the middle of his forehead to break the illusion.

However, after walking around and returning here, I thought it was not enough to donate blood, and then I bit my middle finger and put blood on my forehead.

In this way, after biting his middle finger five or six times, he finally realized that what he encountered might not be a ghost hitting a wall, but an illusion that was more powerful than a ghost hitting a wall.

So it's obviously impossible to get out of the way you came in.

But there are only two entrances and exits to enter Nanliang Village, one is the west gate when he enters, and the other is the east direction where the corpse puppet and the villagers run.

But in the direction of the east, it's really a bit ......

He really didn't want to go until he had to.

Because just now, he heard a terrible cry coming from there.

There was one of the screams that he was familiar with, it was the sound of a corpse puppet, and he didn't know what had happened, making him scream so violently.

As for the other voices, you don't have to think about it to know that they are the villagers, and the strange thing is that their screams are not full of anger, fear, and pain like the corpse puppets, but a kind of pleasure.

This was a little panicked, and he looked up at the bright moon that was about to be covered by dark clouds, and he raised his feet and walked towards the west again.

A few minutes later, Mo Fan, who had returned to the same place again, deeply furrowed his eyebrows like a sharp sword.

Looking in the direction of the east side of the street, it was already midnight.

If he can't get out of the village, and when Li Shan comes back at the fifth watch, I'm afraid that there is only one way to wait for him.

After thinking about it for a long time, I decided to venture to the east.

Holding the pig-killing knife and the blood-bladed long knife in his hand, he walked towards the east with a very light step.

Nanliang Village is more than a mile from east to west, so it didn't take a few minutes to walk to the east of the village.

However, at this moment, Mo Fan stopped with a frightened face.

Because under the bright moon, he saw a picture that did not look like a human scene.

A leafless tree, a low grave full of blood-colored flowers under the tree, and a wordless tombstone in front of the grave.

If it's just these three things, there's nothing scary about it.

But when the trees are full of people who pierce their hearts, when the flowers that bloom on the graves bare their teeth, when the arms grow on the sides of the tombstones.

The visual impact of this is more than just fear.

Mo Fan could feel his trembling legs, trembling hands, and trembling teeth at this time.

He wanted to turn away, he wanted to close his eyes and not look at it.

However, the body did not obey the call and walked forward, and the eyes were getting wider and wider, and there was a feeling that they wanted to come out of their sockets.

He knew very well that when he walked to a tree, a low grave, or a tombstone, he might be like the people hanging from the tree.

No, to be precise, there were more than just people hanging on that tree.

Because on the tree he saw the corpse puppet with a scarred body, and seeing that he was motionless, he estimated that he was dead.

It's just not clear if he was killed by the tree, or if he was killed by something else before he was pierced through the tree and hung on the tree.

But either way, it's the same for him.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that there would be so many ghosts in Nanliang Village.

The world is no longer the same world as it used to be, the ordinary is not ordinary, the light is full of darkness, and the avenue is full of thorns.

Under the smoke of gunpowder, it is no longer a collision of swords, there is a conspiracy, and there are more incomprehensible ghost abilities.

Alas!

At this moment, Mo Fan could only look at the branches that swam like snakes, the blood-colored flowers that jumped out of the low grave like people, and the elongated arms on both sides of the tombstone.

Mo Fan's heart suddenly calmed down, he probably felt that he was going to die, his mind thought about a lot of things, and his eyes inexplicably saw a shocking picture.

Under the white moonlight, I saw a man in a white robe standing on a leafless tree, holding a flute in his hand.

Looking at that demeanor, if he hadn't heard the phrase "four or ten", relying on the other party's white-clothed temperament, Mo Fan really thought that the other party was the immortal described in the biographical novel, and came to subdue demons and eliminate demons and save people from the sea of suffering.

It was only when four or ten came out of the other party's mouth that he realized that immortals do not exist at all, and what there are in this world are only ghosts.

And just after the man in white appeared, he saw the leafless tree, the blood-colored flowers on the low grave, and the tombstone, and suddenly said in three voices: the elderly, the child, and the youth.

"One less, one less."

"It's four, not ten."

After the three voices finished speaking, I saw the man in white standing on the tree with the flute in his hand, and asked again.

"The one missing."

Hearing the question of the man in white, the leafless tree, the flowers on the low grave, and the tombstone with long arms, it was you who looked at me, and I looked at you, showing a blank look.

Obviously, they didn't know which one was missing, but they felt that the thing that was burned into their memories seemed to be missing one, which should have been four.

"The one missing," the man in white, standing on the tree, asked again.

"The one behind you is missing," suddenly a voice came from outside Nanliang Village.