For most of the day, murderous things happened one after another. No one can escape.

All I hope for now is peace, peace.

"The grove is on fire!"

A sharp-eyed villager shouted.

Looking sideways, in the woods on the southwest side, there were several fierce and red fire snakes. Everywhere it went, all the vegetation was burned.

The surging waves of air slapped over in waves, and the body of the person who baked it was unbearably hot, as if it had been scalded by countless red-hot soldering irons. The air was suffocated by the dryness of the steaming and roasting, which made the chest choke and the brain dizzy.

Officer Li hurriedly looked around several times, but could not find a suitable escape route.

To the west, there is a trail, but it is too narrow and lined with trees, and if you don't avoid it in time, it will eventually be swallowed up by the sea of fire that comes first.

Seeing that the fire is getting bigger and bigger, it is even more hopeless to wait for help. The crowd was frightened and impatient, and the false fire in their hearts burned more fiercely than the real fire that was gradually approaching.

"It's better to escape from the grave in the northwest."

A familiar voice rang out in the midst of the frightened crowd.

It was Lin Fei, who had just dived bravely.

If in normal times, his words are as light as a feather, and the grave mound in the northwest has always been taboo, who wants to set foot in half a step there?

But now, everyone's impression of Lin Fei has changed greatly, and when they hear his proposal, although they feel terrified for a while, but when they think about it, there is only that place, which is the only way to retreat safely.

Under the leadership of Lin Fei, everyone quickly ran towards the grave.

Behind us, the fire is constantly encroaching, and the sound and smell of burning plants and trees are wafting towards us before the fire, and the people who listen to it are heartbroken, and the heads of those who smell are swollen and their brains are split.

In addition to the ancestors in the Qingming Dynasty, the cemetery in the northwest has always been empty and lonely, and the weeds and stones, broken paper and debris are everywhere, which makes people unbearable to look at.

The rows of raised graves are adorned with vibrant new green, but in front of the yellow-brown graves, there are all black and terrifying tombstones, and at a glance, Hesse looks like a ghost in the underworld.

I hurriedly glanced at a small mound six or seven meters away, which was said to be Jiang Ming's grave.

He didn't look at the beauty of this world a few times, but unfortunately died early, presumably in the cold underground, and finally felt a deep sense of loneliness.

Everyone walked forward with a light step and a slow breath. Everyone had a breath of weakness and dying. Hold on for a few more minutes, and everyone will be able to get out of this place.

"That's not right."

An older voice rang out in the crowd.

Officer Li, who was at the end, hurried to catch up and asked, "Uncle, what's wrong?"

The person who spoke was Uncle Wang from the south of the village. He stared at the grave, shook his eyebrows, and led everyone over with his gaze, saying, "All the graves are pressed with new paper, but they are not the yellow fairy paper that went to the grave."

After a little bit of him, everyone freed up their energy to see what was going on. I saw a pile of towering graves, and what was pressed under the loess rubble was not yellow and clear fairy paper, but black straw paper.

I couldn't help but mutter: who would be kind enough to press paper on these graves, and in black?

Grandpa Xiao snorted and said angrily: What a vicious method. There is an evil curse among the people, pressing black paper on the grave, implying that the predecessors will not be born and the descendants will not be able to live in peace.

Officer Li ignored Grandpa Xiao's superstitious words, he looked back at the fire behind him, raised his voice, and said: Everyone get out of here quickly, this is not a good place.

After saying that, he ran to the front at first, and strode out, hoping to break the barriers in the hearts of the villagers.

Even if there are really some demons and evil ghosts, in broad daylight and in the bright future, how dare they do it?

Everyone didn't worry about it anymore, followed closely behind Officer Li, stepped on the creaking dead grass and rocks, and walked out quickly.

With a "bang", a person fell behind the crowd without warning.

Everyone's hearts were shocked, and it was difficult to turn their heads, and the scene behind them made people all take a few steps back.

The person who fell was Aunt Ju, who was slightly older.

At this moment, she was lying on the ground and curled up with a trembling body. Because she fell to the ground suddenly, her head unfortunately hit a cliff, and around her temples, blood was wet.

However, what was even more terrifying was that behind her, there was a black, shiny, vicious and vicious spider.

These venomous spiders, except for a slight red spot on the abdomen, are jet-black all over. Their four pairs of feet are like miniature bamboo poles, sharp and slender.

"They crawled out of graves."

The person next to me squinted his eyes and looked at him seriously, and shouted.

The grave, which had just been covered with black paper, was now crawling out of the grave with pairs, strings and pieces, and then surrounding us.

On the ground, there was the sound of rustling like the autumn wind blowing the leaves.

Aunt Ju has been lifted up by several people. Just as everyone was about to run out quickly, patches of black poisonous spiders had already poured out of the grave in front of the road.

Everyone was tightly pressed together, the woman and the old man were guarded in the middle, and more than a dozen strong young men were guarding with sticks on the periphery.

I stopped Sister Yun behind me and rolled up my sleeves, ready to fight to the death with these ghostly things.

To the northwest, an unstoppable fire has swallowed the grove into its belly.

The loud burning sound rang in the ears of the people, and the billowing smoke enveloped the entire village in a dull light.

Seeing the murmuring waters, flowers and plants all over the ground, and lush green forests by the small river in the past, the destroyed bodies were incomplete, and everyone wept and sobbed.

Now, it is as if we are trapped on an eerie island, with no way out, and life and death are difficult.

Uncle Mazi's son, looking at the poisonous spiders on the ground, said in horror: These ...... These are the "black widows".

"Black Widow?"

The second monk who listened to it was confused.

"The black widow poisonous spider is the most poisonous of all spiders, and it can paralyze people at least and kill people if it is heavy."

The third sister cried: Who is this...... Who is trying to harm us?

No one answered her words, and so many strange murders had happened, one of which had not yet subsided, and another of which had invaded, that everyone had reached the limit of despair. The top priority is not to seek arrest, but to escape.

The crowd exploded, some crying loudly, some praying in whispers, and some shrinking themselves even smaller.

The black poisonous spider is like a black tide, gradually surrounding us tighter.

I leaned on Sister Yun's body, and she hugged me firmly. I couldn't stop crying.

With a "bang", Officer Li slammed the shovel on a piece of gravel and shouted: "Comrades, when we put on this police uniform, we will shoulder the burden of relieving the people from danger.

"Okay."

The remaining officers shouted in unison.

After listening to Officer Li's words, who in the hearts of the villagers is not grateful?

A few hot-blooded and fearless young men picked up the iron guy and, together with the police officers, launched an attack on the black and crushed poisonous spiders in front of them.

Iron tools are struck on the ground with splits or thorns, or picks or pestles, making a sharp sound.

This time, no one felt the sound of the iron being piercing. The sound of more than a dozen iron tools struck one after another, composing a heroic hymn.

A bloody path littered with poisonous spider corpses was quickly opened.

The villagers did not dare to take the credit that the police officer and the young men had paid for their lives, and ran out with all their might.

As I passed by the dozen or so warriors, I saw that their cheeks, necks, and the backs of their hands, all of which were not covered by clothing, were bitten in large and small blood bags.

A young female police officer, when she was about to faint, was helped up by the two people next to her.