In the middle of the night, the monks of the mountain city dispersed in twos and threes, and a young man with panicked eyes, but his face pretended to be calm, pretending to be nothing, and walked out of the north gate along the crowd.

This young man is the guy who bids for the county lord. From just now, the monks who were usually familiar with him all turned pale when they met him, pretending not to know him.

He wanted to spend more money and temporarily rent a hut in the mountain city to avoid the limelight. But after walking around, the answer I got was that it was only rented out.

The young man has vaguely understood his fate, he once wanted to find the ghost disciple to kneel down and apologize, and give all his family wealth in exchange for a way to live, but the mountain city is sparsely populated, how can there be the shadow of the ghost disciple.

The dark night road is not easy to walk, the mood is nervous, and the young people who wander outside the world are even more stumbling.

On his neck, the small red skull shone in the moonlight, exuding a faint spiritual spell, inducing the young man to go further and further away, and gradually came to a small barren mountain with no people.

A carriage faintly appeared on the top of the mountain in the distance, and the thin figure sat on a boulder. The thin piece of paper man carried a large saw, busy in the moonlight, and the figure of the graceful woman was tied to a tree, and the big saw sawed back and forth around her neck.

Finally, a round thing with strands of hair rolled in the sky and rolled to the ground. Under the moonlight, blood rose from the severed head, and it was extremely terrifying to watch.

A cold wind blew, and the young man broke out in a cold sweat on his back, and finally came back to his senses. He didn't have time to think about why he had come here, and he turned around and stumbled to escape.

He hadn't taken a few steps before he tripped over something and broke his head and bleed. The young man got up, his face covered in blood, and he didn't care about anything, he just wanted to keep running.

But he lifted his leg hard, but he didn't move. By the light of the moon, the young man brushed away the emanation and blood that had obscured his vision and stared intently at the ground.

A large dirt hand poked out from the ground, clutching his ankle tightly, and the dirt around it shattered, puffing up a dirt bag as if something was about to crawl out of it.

The young man screamed loudly in fright, picked up a rock and smashed it headless and without a brain.

When he smashed it, he didn't feel anything, and when he smashed it a dozen times, accompanied by the sound of a clod of earth breaking, the young man's whole body was exhausted, and he put down the stone panting, only then did he feel a piercing pain coming from his ankle.

He looked towards his ankle, and although the dirty hand was smashed, the soles of his feet were also smashed by himself, and the flesh and blood were blurred, and some places showed muscles and bones. The young man was sweating profusely in pain, hugged his legs and screamed loudly.

The shattered dirt beneath him seemed to come to life, entangled with each other and turned into a dirt villain. The little man looked at the blood stains mixed in the dirt, and pressed his two little hands to the blood mud, only to see the surrounding dirt rolling towards the villain.

In a moment, a big pit appeared on the ground, and the little clay figure turned into a big man of more than three meters of soil, and the mud mixed with grass shoots on his body moved and turned, and crawled out of the pit.

The young man trembled, and he was completely frightened, and the skull on the back of his neck took advantage of the void and turned into a purple light and disappeared. The young man's eyes glazed and he sat still.

The dirt man grabbed the young man with one hand and placed him on his shoulder, I don't know if it was intentional, the young man's injured foot was placed on the side of the dirt man's mouth, and the blood continued to spill on the side of the dirt man's mouth, making his lips turn bright red and dripping, looking very strange.

The thin Taoist Kenben didn't pay attention to the young man, his head was sweating, his hands were constantly sealed, and the headless corpse of the county lord tied to the tree on the side quickly shrunk and dried up. Through the moonlight, it could be seen that there was a circle of spirit stones of very neat size and shape around the corpse, which became dull as the corpse dried up.

After a long time, the thin Taoist stopped his practice, and the flesh and blood of the headless corpse of the county lord were completely gone, and the paper man stepped forward and touched it lightly, and the corpse immediately turned into dust.

The paper man rummaged through the dusty clothes on the floor, and a small finger bone that shone like jade appeared in front of him.

The thin Taoist nodded in satisfaction and waved his hand. The Paper Man immediately dragged the unconscious ugly woman from the carriage, and at this time, the Dirt Man also strode up to the unconscious young man on his shoulder.

The barren mountains in the moonlight soon became lively. The thin Taoist took out a large mirror with a talisman drawn on it from a small cloth bag, took out a huge pot, and then threw the naked ugly girl into the pot, and placed the large mirror in front of her, in order to wake up the ugly girl.

As soon as the ugly girl came back to her senses, she wanted to struggle when she found herself in her situation, but the paper man suddenly stepped forward with two knives and instantly broke her tendons and tendons.

By the moonlight, the black spiritual power on the thin Taoist priest flashed, and the big mirror suddenly shone brightly, attracting the attention of the ugly girl, and the most painful past of her life was revealed in the mirror one by one.

The ugly girl gritted her teeth with hatred, her life has never been full of injustice, and every minute and every second is hell. She hated, hated her parents, hated the land, hated all the people of the world.

The thin Taoist raised his head and glanced at the head of the county lord who was gradually losing his mind, and frowned. The paper man on the side immediately stepped forward, and with a flick of the two knives in his hands, he slashed off the two pieces of meat of the ugly girl.

The ugly girl screamed in pain, and the thin Taoist priest did it again, fixing the ugly girl and not letting her struggle.

The blades of the paper man flew up, but the means were very meticulous, and soon the ugly girl did not have a piece of good meat on her body, and finally even a pair of eyes looking in the mirror were gouged out.

Under the double stimulation of spirit and body, the ugly girl opened her tongueless, lipless, toothless mouth, and raised her head to the sky and let out a silent roar, as if complaining about the injustice of heaven, and then swallowed her last breath.

The Thin Daoist took out a talisman and stuck it in the air. The charm fluttered and stayed in the air, as if it was really attached to something, and soon the ugly girl was full of resentment and hideous souls, and a pair of ghost claws couldn't stop trying to scratch the thin Taoist, but it was only in vain.

The thin Taoist looked at the color of the ugly girl's soul and nodded with satisfaction, but then he felt a little impatient, time was pressing, as long as the sky was bright, the thick purple qi of this world would be swept away, and all ghosts would have to dissipate from the world.

The thin Taoist shouted, and the heavy clay man immediately got busy, wrapped his hands in a tight strip of cloth, and used great force, like pounding medicine, holding the cauldron and smashing the body of the ugly girl inside.

After working for a while, there was only a puddle of meat and broken bones in the cauldron. Seeing that the thin Taoist was almost there, he put the head of the county lord into life, and there was still a god in his eyes, into the cauldron.

The pieces of paper on the side rose and fell, killing the young man with one sword. Immediately afterward, the paper man dragged the strong man out of the carriage and stabbed him in the heart again. In the end, the paper man hacked all the birds on the shoulders of the Taoist to death, and the thin Taoist lowered his head slightly.