A few of us heard my adoptive father say that. The well-trained took out the ghost suppression talisman. In this kind of place, the absence of ghosts is abnormal.

When my adoptive father saw us like this, he asked, "Are there any ghosts?" ”

The thin man nodded: "There are some imps, but don't worry. So many of us cultivators are here, and all of us are good, and those ghosts have run away from afar. ”

The adoptive father nodded nervously, and then asked the thin man, "Can you see ghosts?" ”

The thin man looked back and smiled, "Do you want to see it?" ”

The adoptive father hurriedly shook his head: "Forget it." ”

We took two steps forward and were already fully in the heart of the cemetery.

Suddenly, I felt a huge Yin Qi surging in front of me. I shuddered. I hurriedly shouted, "Wait a minute, there's a problem ahead." ”

Actually, I don't need to shout, everyone has already stopped.

I instructed the abbot, "Take care of my adoptive father, you two will follow." Be careful not to be detected. Don't be left behind. ”

The abbot put away his hippie smile and helped my adoptive father to follow him. The old man of the cockfighting was obviously frightened, he leaned close to the abbot, cowering, obviously regarded the big-eared abbot as a master of the world.

We four monastics are at the forefront. Lined up with peachwood swords in their hands.

Suddenly, the old man of the cockfighting exclaimed, "What is it?" ”

We were startled, quickly turned around, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

The old man pointed to a tombstone next to him: "I saw a shadow over there just now, and it flashed and disappeared." Is there a ghost? ”

Wushuang looked over there suspiciously: "There are no ghosts." However, it seems that the yin qi is quite heavy. ”

I walked side by side with Mushuang and checked over there, but found nothing.

Then he waved his hand: "Keep going." ”

There should be a center in front. There is a lot of yin there. Spread out all around.

We took two steps forward and saw a few old trees growing in front of us, and a little or two of fire was shining from them.

I pointed over there with my peachwood sword and said, "Over there." ”

Our group bent over and slowly leaned over.

Behind the old trees, there are rows of tombstones. In the middle of this tombstone, there is a fire, and the fire is blazing. There was a bald old man sitting cross-legged by the fire.

Wushuang said in a low voice: "Isn't that an old bustard?" What's he doing? Weird? ”

The thin man whispered, "Don't act rashly yet, let's take a look." ”

We nodded and agreed. Some squatted and some lay on their stomachs, quietly watching the fire.

A few minutes later, I saw the old man pull out a dagger from behind me. Then, he cut his wrist.

I saw the blood on his wrist slowly flow into a bowl like a red thread.

Ten minutes later, he pulled out a piece of cloth and wrapped it around his wrist.

He put the bowl of blood on the ground. He sat motionless, like an old monk in meditation.

It's just a matter of seconds. I heard a grunt. It seems that someone is swallowing saliva, but the sound of swallowing saliva is really too loud.

We followed the voice and looked past. I saw a black figure the size of a child walking slowly.

Our eyes were fixed on that place. Gradually, the firelight illuminated the dark shadow. It was a chicken, very large, the size of a child of four or five years old.

The chicken circled around the bowl of blood, and as it circled, it looked at the old bustard warily.

The old bustard was motionless, his eyes looked at his nose, and his nose looked at his heart. I even had a slight suspicion that he was holding his breath.

The chicken tilted its head to look at the old bustard for a moment, and the feathers on its body gradually fell, as if it had let its guard down.

Wushuang whispered, "What is this chicken?" Why are all the feathers on the body red? ”

Her voice was very soft. But the chicken jerked its head and looked in our direction.

We're not sure what's going on, though. But he could also imagine that the situation was not good, so he hurriedly lowered his body.

The chicken looked at it for a while, and finally looked away, and began to concentrate on the bowl of blood.

Then I saw it lower its head and start drinking blood. The whole process should be more evil and more evil.

We were all silent, like the old bustard, pretending to be dead.

Suddenly, the old man behind us let out a low cry. It's not loud, but it's not small. Immediately alarmed that fiery rooster.

I looked back at him angrily, "What's the matter with you?" ”

The old man of the cockfighting made a gesture with a sad face. He hadn't figured out why he had yet. Suddenly, there was another cry of pain. Roll on the ground.

Something is wrong with the old man in the cockfight, and I can't care about anything else. Raise your flashlight and shine it at him.

That's when I noticed that a skinny chicken was pecking at him. The old man tried to get up and run away. But the chicken pecked at the door of his head as if it were spiritual. After a few bites, the old man of the cockfight was already covered in blood and dizzy.

I cursed, and swung my peachwood sword and slashed at the chicken.

The chicken was split in half from its back to its chest. I can't see it anymore. But when it was dying, it let out a rooster crow.

The cry was like a signal, and immediately afterward, the cemetery echoed with countless rooster crowings.

Taken to the countryside by my adoptive parents as a child, I once saw the roosters crowing in the morning. As soon as one chicken starts crowing, the whole village will start to crow.

But it was not yet the middle of the night, and the chickens suddenly crowed. I don't know why, but I always feel weird in it.

The thin man turned pale and muttered, "The rooster crows." ”

I haven't figured out what that means. Suddenly, there was a rustling sound in the air.

Then, countless dark shadows appeared and threw themselves towards the fire.

After a few seconds, the old bustard was surrounded by countless chickens.

These chickens are all abnormal, and they exude a heavy yin energy. Especially the rooster with a fiery red body should be the king of chickens in the flock.

It felt like it had been deceived. Angry cries. The bloody bowl in front of the old bustard was knocked over. It also pounced on the old bustard.

The old bustard exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly retreated. He shouted as he stepped back, "Friends under the tree, you have ruined my good deeds, and you have not come to help me?" ”

The thin man lifted the peachwood sword and shouted, "Let's go." ”

The four of us cultivators rushed over with peachwood swords. The abbot protected his adoptive father and dragged the old man to stay under the tree.

I reckon all the chickens in the woodfield have gathered around the fire.

The old man of the cockfight held a bright knife with a pattern engraved on it. He waved it wantonly, and the chickens were slashed by him, and they fell down and fell in pools of blood.

After the four of us joined, the chickens of the evil sect quickly suffered heavy casualties.

The Rooster King was furious and rushed at us. But the five of us worked together to stop it.

The old bustard shouted, "What's the matter with this chicken? Such an evil sect? ”

The old bustard shouted, "Don't hurt it, I raised it with great difficulty." ”

Wushuang was surprised: "You raised it?" You've been raising it for so long, and it doesn't even want you to hurt it? ”

The old bustard didn't speak, but gritted his teeth, raised his knife and cut down the chickens around him. In front of us, there is only the chicken king.

It howled in anger, flicked its wings, flew away, and fled.

I looked at the red figure in amazement: "Can this chicken fly so high?" ”

The old bustard did not speak, but sat in the pile of blood, gasping for air. The way he looked at us, his eyes were full of dissatisfaction.

The thin man looked at the old bustard with a serious face: "The rooster is the same as the peachwood sword, which can restrain evil things. How do you feed them with blood? Turning them into evil spirits? What exactly do you want to do? ”

The old bustard gasped and said, "What do you want to do?" If it weren't for you, I would have succeeded today. ”

We squatted down around the old bustard: "Old man, tell the truth, tell me everything you know." Otherwise, you won't be able to get past us today. ”

The old bustard sneered: "You guys? Are you guys strong? Can you beat me? ”

The thin man looked at him and said, "We really can't beat you." However, the four of us rushed to the top and still had a five-point chance of winning. What's more, you put that half bowl of blood just now. The vitality is greatly damaged, and if you make a move, you will definitely suffer. Am I right? ”