Although Grandpa knew that it was Xiaomi's spirit, full of anger and vicious spirit, he saw Xiaomi looking at him with that kind of eyes. Still feeling uncomfortable.

Grandpa hugged Xiaomi, whose eyes and mouth were closed, Xiaomi's face was already a little pale, her lips began to turn black, and the symptoms of leaving home were slowly emerging.

He whispered in the direction of the disappearing ghosts, "Xiaomi, don't blame me for being too you. If you don't, you won't survive. If I don't deal with you, the ancestral spirits of this village will also deal with you. I know you won't understand, but I hope you will. He knew that it was harder to understand someone than to ascend to heaven.

After speaking, he immediately rushed to Maoling Mountain with Xiaomi in his arms.

The road from Feng Junjia Village to Maoling Mountain is not easy to walk. In addition, the moonlight that night was not very bright∵ and the road seemed to be stepping on cotton, looking flat and flat, and stepping on it was high and low. So my father walked and staggered. He originally had cat foot kung fu, but in a hurry, he forgot about it.

When he arrived at a small road with paddy fields on both sides, my grandfather stepped out with his front foot, and kicked hard with his back foot several times, but he couldn't lift it.

Grandpa thought he had stepped on a puddle of mud, but when he looked down, he saw a black hand grabbing his ankle.

Grandpa immediately scolded. Demons fear the wicked. Ordinary ghosts will retreat as soon as they hear the sound of human curses. Grandpa was in a hurry to send Millet to Maoling Mountain, so he didn't want to spend too much time dealing with a little ghost who pulled his feet. If it's a powerful ghost, it won't be scared by such a low-level trick as pulling feet. Stay big brother.

Sure enough, after Grandpa scolded a few words, the black hand retracted in fright and disappeared in the grass by the roadside.

There is usually a lot of grass growing on the side of the road next to the paddy field, and the middle of the road is the dirt that has been trampled on. In the summer evenings or evenings, if you walk on such a path, you will see a lot of big frogs and small frogs jumping into the grass and jumping from the grass to the paddy fields, making a cooing sound. Of course, there are panicked stupid frogs jumping on your feet from the side of the road.

Grandpa later said that he was not afraid at all, and saw that the hand was retracted. It's like meeting a frog on a summer night.

Grandpa didn't think much about it and continued to run in the direction of Maoling Mountain.

But after running not far, my father felt that he couldn't lift his hind feet again. He looked down and saw a hand in a red sleeve grasping his foot. All he could see was the red sleeve and the hand outside the cuff, the end of the sleeve was hidden in the grass, and he couldn't see anything, as if the hand was sticking out of the ground.

Grandpa was slightly surprised. How do you come across two of these ghosts in one night?

But he didn't have time to think about it, and still opened his mouth to scold.

The hand was also afraid of scolding, and hurriedly retracted into the red sleeve. The red sleeves also disappeared quickly. But there was no sound coming from the paddy field next to it.

Grandpa thought to himself, maybe there was a ghost deliberately doing it, just like the night Feng Junjia met the lost god in his village before. Maybe some ghosts know Xiaomi's whereabouts tonight and want to play tricks on him like Feng Junjia.

Grandpa coped with this kind of thing much more than Feng Junjia, so he wasn't too scared or flustered. He shook off the hand in his red sleeve and continued to run.

After only two or three steps, Daddy stopped again.

It wasn't like some hand was holding his foot this time.

But the scene in front of him shocked him!

Just two or three meters ahead. Countless hands stretched out on both sides of the only path! Those hands are as many as grass on the side of the road! Lush! Those hands were clutching in the middle of the road, as if they were being blown by gusts of wind. There are red sleeves under the hands, there are cyan sleeves, there are white sleeves, and there are any colors. The sleeves are good, some are torn, some are long, some are short, some are loose, some are tied, and all kinds!

Grandpa finally felt a little frightened when he saw this scene. This road is simply not a human road, but the beginning of Huangquan Road.

It is said that there are countless hands at the beginning of Huangquan Road, and when the dead walk by, those hands will grasp and pull indiscriminately to prevent the dead from moving forward. Therefore, when sending the deceased on the road, one of the funeral processions must carry a basket full of dead money, and scatter money along the way. In this way, those hands will go to grab the money, but not to grab the feet of the dead, and hinder the dead from entering the underworld to report smoothly.

The road in front of Grandpa is better than the road that the dead have to take!

The dead at least have money to open the way. Grandpa can only rely on his own strength, not to mention holding a millet in his arms.

Grandpa's heart is clear. It must have been a premeditated arrangement, and even if he made a detour, there would still be so many hands stopping him. But who arranged this behind the scenes, Grandpa didn't know.

Grandpa looked up and saw that although the moon was round, it was not clear that there were hairs around it, and the moonlight was also muddy, as if it was clean and not clean, and the water in the pool that was not clean and relatively clean had been muddyed.

Daddy took a deep breath, then hugged Xiaomi tightly, and suddenly his hind feet exerted force, rushing forward like an arrow off the string.

The hands immediately grabbed Daddy's feet, like a school of fish with open mouths chasing and pecking.

Due to the speed at which Daddy rushed out, those hands released as soon as they grabbed Daddy's feet. It can't hold that much power.

Grandpa ran more than ten meters in a row, and his speed slowed down, and he felt that the millet in his hand was getting heavier and heavier. Soon, those hands stuck to Daddy's feet like softened kraft candy, and it became harder and harder to tear them off.

Under such circumstances, Grandpa ran forward for more than ten meters.

Finally, Grandpa's physical strength gradually declined, and more and more hands grabbed his feet. Daddy felt like his feet were stepping on knee-high mud, and it took too much strength to lift each foot, and his feet were pulled back by those hands as soon as he lifted a few centimeters.

Daddy can't run.

Those hands gradually moved closer to Daddy's side, more and more, more and more densely.

Daddy knew that even swearing loudly would not help at this time. He couldn't drive away so many hands in the easiest way. So, he hugged millet with one hand, pinched out the exorcism gesture with the other, and quickly recited the exorcism spell in his mouth: "Heaven and Earth Xuanzong, the root of all qi." Cultivating hundreds of millions of eons of eons proves my supernatural powers. Inside and outside the Three Realms, only the Tao is the only one. There is a golden light in my body, which reflects my body. Blind to it, not to hear it. Covering the world and nurturing the masses. Received 10,000 times, there is light in the body. The guards of the Three Realms, the Five Emperors welcome. All gods salute, and serve the thunder. Demons are frightened, and spirits are dead. There is a thunderbolt inside, and the god of thunder is incognito. The wisdom of the hole is thorough, and the five are soaring. The golden light is flashing quickly, covering the real ......"

The hands were grabbing him with less and less force.

Just as those hands were about to let go of Daddy, another voice rang out.

"If you can't see it, you still have it. I don't hear it, but I still have its voice. Everything in heaven and earth has a soul. If there is light, the clouds will cover it. If there is a glow, it will cover it with obscene rain. Demons are courageous, and spirits gather ......"

Grandpa was taken aback and covered in a cold sweat. The incantation recited by the voice was extraordinary, and every word was a refutation of his exorcism spell. This is clearly a spell to break the exorcism spell.

The confrontation of the incantation is actually the confrontation of the energy field, the confrontation of the mind. All over the world, there are languages, and there are mantras. Why do spells with different pronunciations work? This is because mantras do not actually work by words, but by the energy expressed by the mantra and its effect on the mind. The incantation first affects the person who recites the incantation, and the person who recites the incantation senses the mystery of the incantation and then communicates its induction to other people, thus exerting its energy.

That voice sounded a bit nondescript, not a local dialect, but not normal Mandarin, it seemed that the tongue was a little short, but the speed of speech was relatively fast.

From that voice, Grandpa heard a familiar feeling, but when he thought about it, he felt extremely strange.

Grandpa finally knew that the pursuit of him tonight was not done by those ghosts who hated millet, but by someone else's secret instructions. The person who secretly instructed him actually knew how to crack the exorcism spell, which should not be underestimated.

"Where do friends come from? Why do you want to make a trick on my horse? When and where did I feel sorry for you, or did my friend have other plans? If it's me, Ma, I'm sorry for you, I'll admit it. If my friend has other plans, let me go tonight, as long as I don't die and hurt God, I can repay him! Daddy stopped struggling and yelled ahead.

Grandpa thought to himself, since it wasn't the ghost who found it on its own, maybe the instigator behind the scenes was coming towards him. In this case, it is better to show weakness to the other party for the time being, even if it costs a little, he expects the other party to spare this time, so that he can save Xiaomi first.

Xiaomi's soul is at the cat's nose in Maoling Mountain, and at this time, there is no soul and no soul in Xiaomi's body, as if an empty house that is uninhabited, which is a good time for her soul to come back.

But the answer of the person behind the scenes made Grandpa's luck come to naught.

The short, quick voice replied, "Of course you have something to be sorry for me, but it's the person in your arms that I'm going to deal with tonight." If you really want to go, you might as well leave the person in your arms behind. ”

Grandpa was surprised: "What do you want her to do?" ”

The unseen man laughed for a moment, his voice echoing as if the laughter was coming from all directions. The man said: "Good material for being a ghost boy that is rare to see in a thousand years, how can I give up so easily? ”

The words were finished, and the laughter still echoed in the air.

"Are you my old acquaintance? But there doesn't seem to be anyone who raises ghosts in the old acquaintances I've offended. There is no such voice as yours. Grandpa replied as he searched his memory for possible enemies. The hands at his feet were still tugging at him, not moving an inch.

"Hahaha...... Don't you know everything? Why didn't I count tonight, who I am? The voice was a little smug.

Grandpa said: "The agency is too clever to calculate, and it cost Qingqing's life." It is true to calculate too much about others, and it is also true to calculate too much about yourself. So unless I have to, I don't have a clear picture of my future. ”