It was already late at night, and the village was quiet and peaceful. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the misty moonlight, I sat on the bed, watching the wind and grass in the dark night through the mottled earthen wall and the dilapidated window, and occasionally a dog barking, rippling back and forth in the silent night.

The old evil slept next to him and snored, and from time to time he said something in his sleep, as if he was singing eighteen/touch. Bai Dun was also sleeping peacefully, like a toy on the bed. I yawned and lit a cigarette, and before I could spit out the first puff of smoke, I saw movement in the plantain grove in the distance. So I hurriedly took a closer look, and saw two figures staggering through the banana forest, jumping onto the field, and coming towards the village.

I pushed the old evil next to me, the old evil slept like a dead pig where to wake up, even if I woke up, I still have to be lazy to sleep, so I took a puff of cigarette, and bounced the cigarette ash on his feet twice, the cigarette ash mixed with sparks fell on the girl's feet, the old evil was kicked on the hot legs, sat up, and asked hard whether it was on fire. I covered his mouth and pushed his head towards the window, and the old evil looked at him and scolded, "Hey! The two grandchildren are really here! ”

I saw the two thieves moving swiftly through the narrow field, and then after crossing a sweet potato field, they touched the village. The two turned on their flashlights and strafed around vigorously, as if they were looking for something. I saw one person pointing to a grass house next to the other, so the man climbed up to the grass house and stood on the roof to look down. The light of the flashlight swept over the front and back yards of each house, and finally, the flashlight stayed on the old locust tree in the village. The man jumped out of the grass hut and crept over with the other man towards the old locust tree.

The two came to the courtyard dam in front of the old locust tree, stopped for a while, looked around, and then one of them looked down and raised his hand to look at his watch, as if waiting for someone. After less than half a cigarette, a vigorous black shadow roared from the roof of the tiled house on the right side of the old locust tree, and landed lightly in front of the two without making a sound. Seeing the black shadow with their backs to them, the two hurriedly clenched their fists and said softly: "Master!" ”

The black shadow turned slowly, and saw that half of the man's face had been fried as if it had been fried, and it had long been unrecognizable, like a toad skin in the white moonlight.

I asked the old evil, is that person Yang Wei? The old evil nodded. Again, why is his face so scary? Old heresy, I heard that when refining witch medicine, he was splashed on his face with the potion and burned like that.

A trace of gloomy coldness crossed Yang Wei's eyes, and he glanced at the two of them with a smile, without saying a word, and then looked at the old locust tree not far away, his eyes looked at the lamb like a greedy hungry wolf, and a smile appeared from the corner of his mouth covered with toad skin. Then he raised his hand abruptly at the old locust tree and motioned for the two of them to do it.

The two of them understood, so they hurriedly took out the tools from their backpacks, and were about to step forward, but they were stopped by Yang Wei's outstretched hand. The two of them didn't know what to do, took two steps back, and looked at Yang Wei suspiciously. Yang Wei looked at the old locust tree, and then looked at the bamboo fence encircled on the periphery, and his doubts suddenly grew. So he put his palm in front of his eyes, and then slowly lowered it, and suddenly his eyes were like a wolf in the night, glowing with a faint green light. Yang Wei saw that the old locust tree in front of him was tightly tied by iron chains like five flowers, and not far away there were four souls watching him with the same vigilant eyes.

Yang Wei's mind was spinning, and he pondered for a moment before he could see the reason, and muttered to himself: "The Four Souls Iron Lock Spell, I didn't expect to be taken by a lone person." ”

With that, the corners of his mouth twitched nervously, and his vicious eyes looked at the four souls again. Immediately afterwards, with lightning speed, he put his hand into his arms, and then raised his hand, a thing ejected out, and with a "whoosh" sound, a gray pill flew out towards the direction of the soul, and the pill flew above the old locust tree, and exploded with a "bang", and the powder that burst out suddenly formed a cloud of fog and dust. Yang Wei stretched out his fingers and began to swing his palms back and forth, as if he was screwing the valve of a gas tank. Immediately afterward, I saw those dusty medicinal powders floating down from the clouds and mist.

Between the electric light and flint, the slowly floating powder burned like white phosphorus spontaneously combusted, like a fire rain splitting the soul with its face facing down, and the soul saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly turned the iron lock in his hand, and the iron lock turned quickly, like a helicopter propeller, the water could not be splashed, resisting the fire rain. The bean-sized rain of fire was struck by the fast-turning ghost locks, and sparks flew everywhere. Occasionally, a rain of fire fell on the soul, and the soul was burned and let out a cry of pain.

For a while, the two sides were inseparable.

I lay in the window with the old evil and watched intently, and secretly said in my heart, this sheep guard is such a powerful character! I suddenly remembered that the old heresy said during the day that the sheep guard was not strong, and the wine bag and rice bag were not strong, so he asked him: "Old evil, if this is a fucking lifting but not strong, I think you don't even lift the fucking lift, right?" ”

The old evil smiled and rolled his eyes, but said firmly: "This grandson relies on those witch medicine powders, but he really has no ability." Wait, when the powder is finished, he'll be finished! ”

But the fire rain did not mean to stop, and it continued to fall from the dust and mist of medicinal powder. The soul resisted stubbornly, and Yang Wei easily controlled the fire rain, looking complacent, as if he had the chance to win.

At this moment, a fireball the size of its head suddenly fell from above the soul in the east position, which frightened the soul and shook its body, and if it could speak, it might come out with words like "I wipe". Then he suddenly swung the iron lock in his hand like a horsewhip towards the fireball, apparently trying to split it in two.

But the ideal is very plump, but the reality is very skinny.

The ball of fire fell too fast, and the huge impact force did not wait for the iron chain to wave, and hit the soul first, only to see that the soul suddenly screamed, and was swallowed by the flames in an instant, and then turned into a wisp of green smoke, swaying upward, and the soul flew away in an instant.

The iron lock spell of four souls was broken by one soul.

I yelled badly, stood up and said to the old evil, "Go out and help!" ”

The old evil was calm and relaxed on the side, and he had no intention of moving. He didn't raise his eyelids, but just said let me wait a little longer, and Yang Wei was about to stop lifting.

I looked at him suspiciously, sank my breath, and then pulled back to the window, and continued to look worriedly.

Seeing that one of the souls was broken, the souls of the other three directions began to fight to the death against those fire rains. The sparks from the locks were much higher than they had just been.

Yang Wei didn't let his guard down, only to see the green tendons on his hands controlling the medicine dust and fog bursting up, and the chicken claws were spinning rapidly, if he really screwed the gas tank like this, he would have been slippery.

At this time, the old locust tree in the circle has become a sea of fire, like a volcanic eruption, there are constantly flames splashing to the canopy, and then flowing down the trunk branches like magma. I understand that this is the flame produced by the witchcraft powder, not that the old locust tree is really on fire, if there are ordinary villagers at this time, it is still an old locust tree standing quietly in the dark night, how can they know the tragedy of the battle at this time?

Of course, if the villager looked closer, he would have noticed that there was a man standing not far from the old locust tree, twisting the empty air like a gas canister, clenching his back molars, and there he was struggling with himself, like a psychopath.

Just as he was thinking, suddenly, another big flame smashed down on the soul in the north position, and the soul quickly put away the iron lock, and grabbed the two ends of the iron lock, trying to stop the fire ball, and then bounce it away like a bow.

However, it turns out that it thinks too much, and of course it can't be blamed, after all, it is a ghost, and even people often make this mistake.

I saw that the scorching fire ball melted directly when it hit the tight iron lock, and then swallowed the soul directly. This one is worse than the previous one, and I lost my soul without screaming.

The iron lock spell of the four souls was broken by two souls.

"I'll do it!" I scolded, "Evil! How the fuck are you going to wait? Two souls have been broken! ”

After scolding, I realized that there were still people around? The grandson didn't know when he had slipped away, and he didn't have time to take care of him just now just now when he was just looking at the situation outside. There is no need to guess, this grandson must have seen that the sheep guard was not easy to deal with, so he hid. Suddenly my chest was full of green, and a black patch of grass and mud galloped past.

The heart speaks: Old evil! How the do you say a dog picks a dog like this?

But after thinking about it, will the grandson play with me again in the maid's haunted house and play with the praying mantis catching cicadas and yellow finches?

Seeing that the situation outside was becoming more and more critical, I was anxious in the room, constantly turning the wrench with my hand, tangled for a moment, and finally got out of the house with a heartbeat. At this time, there was a cool breeze outside, and I walked around the tiled house to a pyre by the root of the wall. found that the third soul of kung fu was also broken after a while, and only the soul in the last due west position was still fighting, and it was difficult to see this situation alone, and it could collapse at any time.

I don't know if it was a cold wind, and I suddenly sobered up a lot, and suddenly thought of what the little guy Bai Dun said in the coffin shop last night, "Save the common people, sacrifice life and forget death" and suddenly felt ashamed. There are thousands of kinds of death, but you must not die in a nest. So he settled his mind, and then, like a martyr who was about to set foot on the execution ground, looked at the cold moon with a forty-five degree angle, majestic and high-spirited, like seven times in one night, and strode towards the sea of fire tragically......