After the man tested Liu Dazhuang's snort, he looked at me again, and then his eyes stopped on my chest, and he didn't move the ground for a long time.

This man's eyes looked strange at me, and I thought to myself, this guy saved us, can he do something to me?

I felt that his eyes were very complicated, and there were many meanings that I could not fathom.

Who knew that after looking at me for a while, this man looked away again, and then coldly threw two words at me - stupid!

I was furious, who are you?

First of all, Liu Dazhuang said that he didn't die, and then gave me a stupid sentence, especially the dead look with a straight face, as if the whole world owes you money.

I was about to say something when I heard two more ugly words pop out of his mouth - waste.

I'm rough! I was on fire at the time, I had no grievances with you, I didn't know you, why did you sneer at me when you saw me, stupid and rubbish, I didn't mess with you.

I rolled over and tried to get up, but I stumbled and fell to the ground again.

The feeling of weakness just now has not fully recovered, and it will be weak.

The man looked at me, sneered disdainfully, and walked toward the blood-colored stele.

Although only half of the blood-colored stele remains, the sense of mystery still exists, and it still looks terrifying.

I saw a stack of paper talismans in the man's hand at some point, and those paper talismans were all purple charms.

One of them is still bright silver.

Silver Charm! It's a silver charm!

I looked at this man in amazement, this guy can actually use silver charms, is he one of those masters in my grandfather's mouth?

The man seemed to know that I was looking at him, and didn't pay any attention to my surprised look, and when he walked up to the stone tablet, he turned his head to look at me again, and then he began to walk.

His steps were slow, and at first they were the same as the steps my grandfather had taken when he was doing things.

The difference is that while this man is stepping, his body is also doing all kinds of awkward movements.

The reason why the word awkward is used is because these movements are not at all normal people can do, his arms, neck, legs, and even his waist and buttocks are shaking incessantly.

One action after another was slowly made, and along with these movements, his steps became more and more powerful step by step, and step by step became more and more powerful.

I was surprised to find that every time he took a step, there would be a clear footprint on the ground, whether it was a hard stone or a soft soil, the footprints were not biased, not deep or shallow.

The whole process was only about thirty seconds, and he did about fifteen movements, then straightened up, looked at me again, and then slowly walked behind the blood-colored stone tablet, and spilled no less than ten charms at once.

The spells spontaneously combusted in the air, squeaking and clattering on the ground between the stone monument and the grave bag.

On the ground, streams of black gas came out, like the scene of burning wheat straw in the countryside.

After the ten purple charms were burned, he took out the silver charms again, raised his sword fingers, and solemnly compared them for a long time, and then dug a small pit in the huge grave, stuffed the silver charms into it, and covered it with earth.

I said in my heart that if you bury it like this, you are not afraid that people will poach it for you?

After doing this, he walked up to the blood-colored stone tablet again, stood quietly for about ten seconds, and then looked back at me.

Seeing that I was still looking at him, he let out a sigh of relief, and once again stepped on the same set of footwork just now, accompanied by that set of footwork, and that set of strange and awkward movements.

This time, he did it more slowly, every step, every movement was done very slowly, I saw his forehead faintly sweating, puffs of green smoke rising from the back of his head, it can be seen that this set of movements consumed his huge body.

This time, he did this for nearly a minute.

When he was done, he was silent for a moment, then sighed, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't.

At this moment, in the distance, there were bursts of footsteps, as if many people were rushing towards this side.

The man looked up, turned his head resolutely, and ran into the woods, and his figure flashed a few times before disappearing without a trace.

I looked around at Yiqiē, as if I couldn't believe that what had just happened was true, because I couldn't seem to remember what the horror thing was coming out of the black hole, and the man's face was getting more and more blurred, and the whole thing was like a mirror, ethereal, and it was unbelievable to say it.

The only thing that can prove that something happened is Liu Dazhuang who fainted next to me and those graves that were blown up.

Oh no, and, there's the corpses of the men brought by the small-eyed man, the shocking corpses that still stay where they died, horrified,

The footsteps in the distance were getting closer and closer, and I saw my grandfather, the old village chief, Gan Yunshan, Liu Tai, and many familiar people on weekdays.

They ran fast, and my grandfather, although he was old, was at the front.

He first looked at the dried corpse in disbelief, showing a look of horror, and finally saw me and Liu Dazhuang.

The old man threw himself down to my side, took me in his arms, and looked at the blood on my mouth, and the old tears were all over the place.

"Grandpa, I'm fine."

He hugged me so tightly that I tried to break free of his embrace.

"They all vomited blood, and they said they were fine, what the hell happened?"

My grandfather yelled angrily.

"Ugh."

I wiped the blood from my mouth and laughed, "It's not my blood." ”

"Huh?"

My grandfather's eyes straightened: "Tell me, what's going on." ”

I gave a general account of what I had seen and experienced.

This will Gan Yunshan, and they will also wake up Liu Dazhuang.

While listening to me, Liu Dazhuang cried and howled: "They said they wanted to buy my mountain, and I thought that I didn't need to plant the mountain and farm, so I sold it to them."

Who knew that they were so bold, they said to come and see it in broad daylight, and then they blew up the grave, knowing that they wanted this cemetery.

I just die, and I can't sell it to them! ”

This unlucky boy, when he sold the mountain, he didn't expect that the other party wanted this land, the contract was signed, the money was taken, the other party went up the mountain, and even the grave was blown up, and the ancestral grave was unlucky, so he knew what was going on.

No wonder he was crying wolf.

After listening to the narration of the two of us, my grandfather stood up, walked to the blood-colored stone tablet and looked at it, and then walked to the back of the stone tablet and looked at it, and touched the ground with his hand, smelling the smell of his hand, with a hesitant look on his face.