The flying heads under the black curtain scattered in a panic, but the four sides danced excitedly in the sky.

Four faces, four large mouths opened at the same time, sharp like a whirlpool black hole, a large amount of gray mist became a spiral, flying upside down into the giant mouth, the original expressionless old man Shen also showed a panic at this time, he didn't expect such a monster to appear, and it was a monster that looked like an ordinary person controlled.

Unfortunately, their escape was futile, dozens of heads struggled in the whirlpool of backward air, and a few flying heads who were far away took the opportunity to sneak away, hiding in the mountains and forests to quietly watch the movements in the village.

I looked at the flying heads that had fled, and I couldn't help but think of the gaze I felt during the day, and now I realized that we had been watched by them all this time, and it was not some so-called dragon watching us from above.

Old man Shen rose high into the sky, shouting unintelligible words in his mouth, and those flying heads that escaped flew back at this time, avoiding the four sides and pounced on me directly.

One by one, they dragged the bloody-looking cervical vertebrae, with hideous and vicious faces.

I sneered, flipped the book back again, a familiar hunger pang flooded over me, and when the flying heads were five steps away from me, the guns were released from the book, and instantly bit the nearest head, and the shattered skull with blood and brains squirted out of the huge mouth of the coffin, splashing two meters away.

This sudden change suddenly made the Feitou villagers stop.

"Stop playing! Eat them all! I patted the cracked head, and the dry woman's face actually smiled inexplicably, and the four sides in the sky suddenly increased their strength, pulling out a trace of white mist from those flying heads, and in these fog bodies, I could faintly see the faces of similar people wailing.

It was their soul, but it was eaten by the embattled spirits.

The flying head, which had lost its soul, began to fall to the ground like rain, making the sound of bones breaking, and the sound alone made people feel very painful.

"Where's the old man?" I looked at the sky and the falling heads on the ground, but I didn't find any trace of Old Man Shen, most of them fled, originally I planned to leave the village and chase Zhao Anyi and them.

Suddenly thinking that the bodies of those flying heads were still in the village, he beckoned to the dead and said, "Find out those bodies, or eat them together." ”

Hearing this, he spit out a large piece of hair that was glued together in his mouth, and excitedly drilled into every house, and in the quiet of the night, the sound of chewing bones was heard everywhere in the air.

I silently thought, this is a slaughter of the village.

After waiting for a while, it appeared in front of me covered in blood, rubbing it on my trouser leg a few times, and then I noticed that its skin seemed to become shiny, and it had a fleshy feeling, and it was closer to the entity.

Does it take a lot of flesh and blood to provide for? Yes, I almost forgot the background of the death, it was born from the mixture of countless souls who died of hunger, and then the people of Laoshan used the spirit seat to make a sting.

So the four-faced squire should be supported by sucking souls, so what will it become? While thinking about it, I took them back one by one, carried my gun, set a fire on the thatched roof, and left, the flames began to spread behind me, and then the raging fire lit up the mountain path under my feet, and I looked back, the mountain village was doomed to disappear.

As for the big-bellied female ghost, it won't appear again, if I'm not mistaken, she was killed by the fallen people, and she has no malicious intent, scaring Lao Dan and Zhao Anyi, how much she wants to scare us away, or remind us.

The fire in the village grew louder and louder, lighting up the night sky, and I followed the path Scar had walked on, and soon found a clue in a U-shaped mountain stream.

I looked at the bottom of the mountain stream where the stream was wading, and a trace of water vapor was diffused in the light of the flashlight, and I couldn't see it too clearly, but the old man had left his bags here, where did they go?

I walked a few meters along the mountain stream, found a raised rock, tried to step on it without any signs of loosening, so I slowly climbed down the raised rock, down to the bottom, I was so tired that I couldn't breathe, my arms seemed to be filled with lead, and I couldn't lift it.

There was a stream not far from my feet, so I moved over and washed my face, and drank a few sips of water by the way, suddenly I rubbed my tongue and quickly spit out the water in my mouth, only to feel that my mouth was full of blood, and quickly took the flashlight and shone it into the water, and suddenly the slowly flowing stream reflected my vision.

There was a layer of scarlet blood floating on the surface of the water.

I retched a few times, looking at the stream and being distracted, could it be that the old eggs had something happen to them?

So he quickly got up from the ground, carried his shotgun and went upstream, and the further he went, the louder the sound of the water became, and the sound of the rushing water against the rocks kept ringing, and there should be a smaller waterfall in front of him.

The waterfall appeared, and it was obvious that it was at the end, and I loaded my shotgun and walked slowly through the soft gravel, faintly seeing a few fires and a large shadow in front of me.

The shadow was motionless, as if it were not a living thing. I hid in the darkness for a while, and when I saw that the fire on the other side did not move at all, I guessed that it might be no one, so I moved my steps again.

The closer I got, the better I looked, and the huge shadow was a stone statue, a stone statue without a head, wielding a huge axe in one hand and a shield in the other, but with a hideous and vicious face growing on the front of the body.

I swallowed my saliva, this is the punishment day?

Those fallen people are paying tribute to the day of punishment? I looked at the huge stone statue in front of me with a little weakness, and I was afraid that it would suddenly come to life and cut down the huge axe that was enough to crush me to minced flesh.

Is it the unspeakable existence of the spiritual position? I couldn't believe the speculation, so I went a little closer, and there was an altar under the stone statue of Xingtian, and on the platform was a round head, and my heart beat wildly, praying that I would not say any of them.

On the way I passed, I found that there were a lot of round things along the way, with a wolf eye, it turned out to be all human heads, one by one in shock with an unwilling expression, I took a picture of their necks, without exception dragging the cervical vertebrae, should be all fallen people, maybe it may be that they ate their bodies before, resulting in the death of their heads.

But who is the head on the altar?

I leaned over with my shotgun, my fingers hooked on the trigger, and when I walked to the altar, I was surprised to find that it was him (to be continued). )