In order not to be noticed by the white-clothed monk, after Ling Shuang disguised, he put some gravel on the soles of his shoes, changed the frequency of his steps, and used his spiritual power to change his own breath, and walked out of the forest on foot.

It wasn't until the evening that Ling Shuang found a village, intending to spend the night to rest, although this place is relatively desolate, but it also has a bit of a unique style, and it is not bad to settle here.

The sky was sprinkled with afterglow, and the blood-red sunset illuminated a piece of sunset, and the clusters seemed to be red satin, draped over the low hills, showing an earthy yellow like a stone mill.

The house is different from what you see on weekdays, the door is facing away from the sun, and there are a few onions and garlic plants planted behind the house, but they are shriveled and yellow, as if they have not been watered for a long time, and there is no life at all.

Knocking on the door, the two old men walked out of the house, and when they saw that they were not from the village, they immediately closed the door, and closed the door without waiting for Ling Shuang to say a word.

This abrupt phenomenon made Ling Shuang stunned, and tried a few more households, all of which were like this, and when it came to the withered crops behind the house, there must be some filth to cause trouble.

With Ling Shuang Jin Dan cultivation, there is no need to worry about anything, most filth can't even get close to him, as long as he is close to a foot away, the spiritual power around his body is enough to disperse it.

I don't have that mind to catch ghosts, after all, I have no direct stake in myself, there is no need to interfere at all, if it is for the so-called morality, it is difficult to say what will happen in the end, Ling Shuang, who knows what Luo Tiandian has done, clearly knows that people's hearts are more terrifying than ghosts and gods.

Sighing, Ling Shuang found a place to break the temple, closed the gate, and then practiced cross-legged.

"Do you want to drive him away?" An old voice came from outside the door, while another voice was to quiet the other party, not wanting Ling Shuang in the temple to know.

"What's the matter, since he has to stay here, just let him stay, and we can't blame us for what happened." Lao Su stopped the old woman.

"But aren't we helping to do this? If it doesn't work, let's tell him, this is not a place to stay. The old woman was on crutches and was about to knock on the door, but the old woman immediately stopped, "Someone dies every month, as long as he stays, we don't have to die for the time being, why should you?" ”

"You're a ...... We are all seventy or eighty years old, and we will die sooner or later, so why bother to delay other people's young men for so many years, what a sin. The old woman sighed and left.

Hearing these words, Ling Shuang thought for a moment, feeling that it was not just as simple as filth on the surface, there might be other situations as well.

How can you kill only one person a month with filth alone, and it is difficult to keep it for rations? This is naturally impossible.

Behind this incident, it is said that there is no monk who instigates him to kill for his own selfish interests, but he claims to be a righteous monk, or he is an evil cultivator, killing people to raise evil ghosts, and refining magic weapons with blood, which is just commonplace.

No matter what kind of monk they are, this move is against the harmony of the heavens, and when they advance to the level and cause the heavenly calamity, whether it is the thunder that governs the righteousness of heaven and earth, or the karmic fire fueled by karma, it will far surpass ordinary people.

Ling Shuang wanted to stay out of the matter, but she didn't want this place to be as simple as filth, not to mention that the old woman was moved by compassion, as the saying goes: The grace of a drop of water should be reciprocated by a spring. Throughout the ages, although he didn't help him, he also woke up the situation for him, and in this case, it didn't hurt to help them.

Running the exercises, the scorpion appears in shape, transforms to the size of a bean, and then sneaks out. The silverfish crouched on the ground, leaving a faint trace of spiritual power, which could be faintly detected, and it was along a certain line, enveloping the entire village.

It doesn't hurt for Ling Shuang to make a move on his own, but when he doesn't know the depth of the enemy, it is the best strategy to let the scorpion strike to save spiritual power and ensure that he is at his peak.

The silverfish is equivalent to a clone, and the spiritual power is stored independently, and the two can maximize the benefits if they are well coordinated.

Ling Shuang fell asleep on her side, and after the scorpion laid out the formation pattern, she lurked in a corner outside the door, and the next step was to invite you into the urn.

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The moonlight spilled from the window, the ground was like a pool, a pond with silver light, and the broken clay Buddha statues in the temple were solemn and solemn, which seemed extremely quiet, and there was only the sound of insects and pigs, which made the broken temple not so desolate.

Suddenly, a gust of wind struck, and the surrounding area of the broken temple became very cold, and a layer of frost formed on the door of the broken temple, and a trace of black mist could be faintly seen hidden in the frost.

"Tuk, tuk......" There was a sudden knock outside the door, and the rhythm of the sound was uniform, which made people feel a sense of horror in their hearts, and ignored the gradually rich yin qi around them.

Although he was furious in his heart because of this voice, he was not afraid at all, ordinary filth was not able to fight against Ling Shuang at all, and what he really needed to worry about was the person behind him.

The spiritual power motioned for the silverfish to stand still, and Ling Shuang walked to the door and slowly opened the door.

After the door opened, a yin wind blew towards Ling Shuang's face, and the biting cold wind made his body stiff, but there was nothing outside the door.

Ling Shuang shook his head and smiled, sure enough, it was still a trick used by filth, playing this routine in order to create an atmosphere, if it was a mortal without mana, or an ordinary martial artist with a low cultivation, he might be frightened by this, but Ling Shuang was an evil person who had seen the strength of the blood girl, so naturally he didn't take this kind of trick seriously.

Although he didn't care, Ling Shuang wanted to fish it out, not to drive it away, so it was up to it, it was playing Ling Shuang, and Ling Shuang was not like this?

Closing the door, Ling Shuang lay on his side and fell asleep, there was another knock on the door outside the door, and before Ling Shuang could reach the door, a gust of wind swept open the door.

"Huh...... The black mist spit out from the mouth of the corpse outside the door, it was the yin qi in the frost on the door, the corpse looked like a zombie, but it maintained its agility before death, and it was more terrifying than a zombie.

The ghost fire in the eyes of the yin corpse is burning, in the shape of fangs and blue faces, and in the folds of the skin is a layer of corpse oil, and the oil is densely packed with insect eggs, and the tightly arranged insect eggs make people's scalp numb.

Suddenly, a blood-red worm crawled out of the egg, and the Yin corpse reached out and pinched it between its fingers, it glanced at it, put it in its mouth and chewed slowly, its eyes narrowed, as if it was tasting some worldly delicacy.

Not long after, the Yin Corpse's eyes opened again, and the brilliance in his eyes seemed to brighten up a little, staring at Ling Shuang tightly, smiling fiercely.

The water splashed, leaving only a water stain where Ling Shuang was, the Yin Corpse did not put Ling Shuang down, and suddenly turned his head, only to see Ling Shuang holding his hand and looking at the Yin Corpse.

"Water prison, up!" As soon as Ling Shuang's voice fell, the water stains left by Fang Shui Escape rose and turned into a clear water prison, and the strong water pressure made the Yin corpse unable to move in it, so he could only kneel on the ground.

At this time, there was a voice outside the village, ethereal but very clear: "I don't know if my friend is here, I still look at Haihan where I offend, I don't know if my friend can ......."

Before he could finish speaking, Ling Shuang immediately replied, "No! ”