The appearance of Mrs. Zhang made me feel that this night was very legendary. The ghost king has been guarding her graveyard for more than ten years, but has never found her soul. Later, I fought with the demon Dao again, and I almost lost my soul, but I still returned in vain.

But now, we have only been away from Taiyuan for a few days. Now that Mrs. Zhang has come back to life. And found here.

I have to say, it's all too fast, too weird.

I felt Mrs. Zhang's ghostly aura all over her body. The more I looked, the more I felt that something was wrong with her. I wanted to ask her, "Where has the Ghost King gone?" "But Mrs. Zhang didn't give me this opportunity at all. She has already told the story of Zhang Yuan and her love in all directions.

I just sat down and listened to her. Mrs. Zhang's tone is not happy, please move to express your emotions. But there are pauses as she speaks, leaving us time to think. From time to time, we are overwhelmed. I have to say that she is a very good storyteller. And because this story is so unbelievable, after hearing the most unbelievable, we all stared and opened our mouths, unable to speak, while Wushuang was emotional and pulled out the peachwood sword in anger.

It turned out that when Zhang Yuan was young, he got some opportunities to worship a person with profound Taoist skills as his teacher. A few years later, the master said goodbye. Zhang Yuan couldn't find it, and began to travel around. With a peachwood sword in hand, he slashed demons along the way. Help the needy and the weak. It's quite a bit of an ancient hero.

At that time, Zhang Yuan didn't know about the ghost slaves. The mind is full of unrealistic fantasies about turning the tide with one's own strength and returning the world to a peaceful world.

That day, he walked to a very quiet village in Henan. Although this village is remote, it can be so quiet, which is really incompatible with the general environment at that time. After all, at that time, there was a lot of waste waiting to be rebuilt, and there was a hot atmosphere everywhere.

Zhang Yuan is used to competing for fame and fortune along the way, and he is cheating. Suddenly I came to such a quiet little village. I was hooked right away. He didn't want to travel any longer, and for the first time he had the idea of settling quietly, incognito, and here for the rest of his life.

That night, he rested at a farmhouse. There are very few in the family. There are only two old couples and a daughter. And their yards are very large, and there are many houses. And the layout is very strange, except for a main house facing south, which is two rows of opposite side rooms, neatly arranged. Moreover, the wing room is even better built than the main house. Zhang Yuan saw that the old couple were honest farmers, and their faces were tanned. I couldn't help but wonder and asked them, "This house?" "

The two of them seemed to know what Zhang Yuan was thinking. They said vaguely, "Young man, you see that neither of us is a villain, so don't suspect us." "

Zhang Yuan nodded and said with a smile: "I mean, I found the right place to stay at your house, your family has so many idle houses." "

The old man smiled bitterly: "Yes, our family has a lot of idle houses." Young man, go to bed early, get some sleep, and come out tomorrow to play. "

Zhang Yuan nodded and agreed. When I was about to go back to the house, I saw the daughter of the old couple standing in the yard. This girl is about the same age as Zhang Yuan. It's raw with fine skin and tender meat, and it doesn't look like I've done farm work.

Zhang Yuan thought: "This couple only has such a daughter, so they are more doting." "

Then Zhang Yuan didn't think much about it, and went back to the room to sleep.

This night, Zhang Yuan didn't sleep well. I don't know what Lu Dao is for, he always dreams of all the scenes of fighting and killing. This scene is very violent and fierce, even Zhang Yuan, who has seen all the things in the world, is a little frightened.

In the middle of the night, he finally woke up from his nightmare. He was lying on the bed, sweating profusely.

There was no sound outside the house, and the night was silent.

Zhang Yuan got up from the bed, he planned to get up all night and see if it was almost dawn by the way.

However, as soon as he got up, he suddenly felt two eyes staring at him. There was anger in his eyes. It's like eating people.

Zhang Yuan was startled and turned back tremblingly. It didn't matter if I turned around, I just saw a very tall man, standing against the wall. A face that is extremely ugly and fierce. is staring at Zhang Yuan. Although he didn't make a sound, Zhang Yuan could clearly feel that he was about to eat people.

Zhang Yuan raised the peachwood sword, pointed at the man and asked, "Who are you?" "

The man didn't move, just glared at Zhang Yuan angrily.

If the enemy does not move, I will not move. Facing a big man who was nearly a foot long, Zhang Yuan didn't dare to move. He couldn't feel the ghost energy on the other party's body, nor did he feel the yang energy, only anger, which continued to emanate. Zhang Yuan has no way to judge whether the other party is a human or a ghost, an immortal or a demon.

The two of them confronted each other like this for a while. Zhang Yuan suddenly noticed that something was wrong. Because the more he looked at this big man, the more familiar he became, as if he had seen it somewhere

Zhang Yuan reached out and groped on the table. I finally found a box of matches. Then he lit the lamp.

Immediately the room lit up and there was a fire. Zhang Yuan finally discovered that the opposite was not a person, but a painting. It is very realistically painted on the wall, and it is the angry eye King Kong that is often enshrined in the temple.

Zhang Yuan muttered in his heart: "When I came in, I didn't seem to see this painting?" Could it be that you didn't look closely at the time? No, this painting is so heavy that you should feel it even if you can't see it. "

While thinking, Zhang Yuan slowly walked towards the mural with a candle.

When he got closer, Zhang Yuan suddenly found out. There's something wrong with this mural. In addition to the original oil paint, it seems that something else has been added.

He held the candle against the wall. I saw that there was a dark red line on the top of the comparison. The lines were intermittent, tracing the entire body of the angry King Kong.

Zhang Yuan recognized it at a glance. The lines were drawn with blood. And it seems that he bit his finger and traced it one by one.

After all, Zhang Yuan is a cultivator, and he has bitten his fingers to draw charms. He was confident and definitely didn't look away.

Just as Zhang Yuan was studying the angry King Kong, he suddenly felt a huge pressure behind him, from head to toe, and pressed down violently. The momentum of the other party was very strong, and Zhang Yuan could hardly hold on.

But after all, he is determined and has a stubborn temper. The more menacing the other party is, the more he refuses to give in. This is also for thousands of years, countless Taoist priests want to save themselves, but only he is bold and proposes to attack the underworld and get rid of the curse.

Zhang Yuan didn't dare to slack off, and immediately stabbed the peachwood sword in his hand behind him, resisting the pressure.

Then he turned back with difficulty, and saw a golden statue on the wall behind him. This golden statue is very tall. Sitting on the lotus, his hands were sealed, and he looked down at Zhang Yuan with a smile.

Zhang Yuanzhi said that I am afraid that I will meet a master today. If there is an angry King Kong, it may be that he has lost his eyes and did not pay attention when he entered the house. So what's going on with this golden body? It's impossible not to see when you enter the house. What's more, this Buddha statue is at least three zhang high. This height is already far beyond the height of the house.

Zhang Yuan stared at the Buddha statue to see what it was going to do.

After a while, he noticed that the Buddha statue had changed a little. The golden light of the whole body is restrained, and it is slowly darkening. Zhang Yuan rubbed his eyes and saw a hand appear out of the air, this hand was blurred with flesh and blood, and it was being smeared on the Buddha statue. The blood on that hand seemed to be endless. Slowly, a golden statue was painted into a blood-colored statue.

The Buddha was still smiling, but at this time, there was no longer half a point of solemnity, and it became extremely strange.

Zhang Yuan's heart stirred, and he thought in shock: "What is the origin of this hand?" Even the gods and Buddhas dare to blaspheme? Could it be that its strength is extraordinary, and it no longer takes the gods and Buddhas in its eyes? "

After that hand painted the Buddha bloody, he suddenly turned around and flew towards Zhang Yuan. If this is someone else. I'm afraid I'm going to be scared on the spot.

But Zhang Yuan shook his hand with a sword and threw the peachwood sword out. The sword was impartial, piercing the hand just right, and then the aftermath continued to wane, still flying forward at a breakneck speed. Seeing that the peachwood sword had been inserted into the body of Blood Rulai. Just listen to a muffled sound, and everything around you disappears.

Zhang Yuan's sword was plunged a few inches deep into the wall, shaking violently. And the hand on the sword is also missing. It was as if it was all his hallucination, and it had never been there.

Zhang Yuan pulled out his sword. I walked around the room, and this time, I couldn't see anything. The walls are clean and white-painted.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan suddenly heard something that seemed to be coming from outside. It's very quiet. If it weren't for the fact that the night was too quiet, Zhang Yuan wouldn't have heard it at all.

He quietly pulled the door open a small crack and looked out.

The moonlight outside was hazy, and everything was normal, only the voice became clearer and clearer.

Zhang Yuan was extremely bold, he opened the door and slowly stepped out.

His feet had just touched the dirt in the courtyard when the sound suddenly stopped. It was as if he had been discovered.

Zhang Yuan stood in place and waited for a while, and the voice sounded again.

Zhang Yuan followed the sound and walked over. The more you walk, the more you listen. The sound was like someone was beating someone with a whip. And the person who was beaten seemed to be terrified. Only a light hum in his throat, not even daring to exhale.

Finally, Zhang Yuan came to the outside of a room. He pushed the door. The door didn't move, and it looked like it had been shut down.

He wanted to see through the crack in the door, but all the cracks in the door were covered with newspaper. Eliminate all possibilities of being spied on.

Zhang Yuan thought of many ways, but he was never able to see the situation inside the house without startling the snake. After a while, he finally got along with an idea: "That's to wait." Hide in the dark, staring at the room with good eyes, and see if anyone will come out of it after a while. "