As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked, and Guo Dacheng thought of the poisonous insects all over the ground and the bones of Bai Sensen's house, as well as the bloody clothes that Sun Jiangzong stuck to the ground, he felt a cool breeze blow from the tail vertebrae to the back of his head, and the hairs stood upright.

Liu ...... Uncle Liu, according to what you say, how should we take precautions? You can't just go out all the time, right? Guo Dacheng asked in a trembling voice.

Lao Liu glanced at everyone, continued to walk forward with his hands behind his back, and said lightly: "Didn't Brother Qingfeng say it before...... If you want to use black dog blood, this black dog blood is a pure yang thing, you can restrain a qiē yin evil, feel uncomfortable on your body, directly splash some black dog blood, or drink it directly, then the witchcraft will naturally not be attacked. ”

Everyone nodded one after another, and at the same time, there was a feeling of uneasiness in their hearts, and they didn't know if the third son had bought the black dog blood, so the group walked slowly in the direction of Guo Dacheng's house.

In a ruined temple outside the city, there was a decaying and desolate scene, and the temple, which had long been dilapidated, looked even more messy after a great battle.

The ground, which used to be waist-high wild grass, has been uprooted, and a few large trees in the yard that were once flourishing have now become bare, and the whole ground is covered by weeds and fallen leaves.

There were three people lying on the ground, one of them had lost his head, the head looked very young, and his face still maintained an expression of disbelief and horror, and his body was far away from his body, and a long line of blood was splashed on the weeds and fallen leaves, staining it with a blood-red color, and the blood had dried up by this time.

Next to the corpse that had lost its head, there was a black man lying on his back facing the sky, he was dressed strangely, not like a person from the Central Plains, he showed half of his arms, his black skin wrapped around the skeleton, thin and thin, and the rows of ribs seemed to be able to be counted clearly.

There was still a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, and there was a cross-shaped knife on his chest and hands, the wound was very deep, the skin and flesh were turned outward, and some faint blood stains flowed out of the wound, and slipped down the wound drop by drop on the wild grass on the ground.

Not far from the black man, there was also a man dressed in an old way, his chest was slightly undulating, a miserable white, bloodless, and there was also a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, looking dying.

Suddenly, the black man's head shook a little, his mouth slowly opened, and a pink and tender insect pried open the black man's mouth, revealing half of his body, a pair of small eyes the size of sesame seeds swept around, and then the whole body crawled out of the black man's mouth, lingering on his lips for a moment, the pink insect spread its thin wings, buzzed and flew up, it flew around the black man a few times, made a cry similar to a cricket, and finally its body flashed, Landing on the cross-shaped wound on the black man's chest, he opened his small mouthparts and began to lick the dirty blood from the wound little by little.

As the little worm licked, the cross-shaped wound soon closed like a closed mouth, and no more blood flowed out of the wound.

The little insect licked the scene for half an hour before licking the cross-shaped wounds on the black man's chest and wrist, and then the little insect also changed color, and the original pink body looked a little black at this time, and its belly was bulging and swollen, and it was even larger than the body just now.