Rao had imagined the appearance of this female ghost dozens of times, and the moment she turned her head, I still felt a tingling of my scalp and a cold sweat.

What kind of face is this?

His skin was wrinkled like the bark of a dead tree that had been dry for hundreds of years, and the right side of his face looked like it had been bitten by some wild beast, with a few deep tooth marks and a palm-sized scab. The right eyeball is gone, only a black hole remains, and the one on the left is bulging, and the snow-white sclera is about to burst out of the eye socket, but the pupil is as small as a grain of millet.

Such a hideous old face, with her seven or eight-year-old child-like body, is really both disobedient and terrifying!

Cow madmen have told me more than once that ghosts mostly take on the form of their deaths.

What terrible experience did she have in her life to become like this? There was a faint hint of pity and sympathy in my heart.

"Hahaha-" She burst out laughing, and the laughter was so penetrating that it shook my guts up and down, and I felt sick to my stomach.

"This old bastard is really ruthless, he really let you come to die!"

With her poignant laughter, an ugly face was even more distorted into a fierce god!

This scene was so terrifying that I was almost scared to death, so I went to Amitabha, Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Guanyin Bodhisattva,...... Talking nonsense, as long as it was a conceivable immortal, all the gods called it again.

But the gods are high up after all, how can they hear my call?

I touched the jujube sword pinned to my waist, but I couldn't pull it out. The cow madman told me that if I used the jujube wood sword to fight her now, if I couldn't get her, I would completely provoke her, and then I would have no way to live.

"Humph! Bite off more than one can chew! ”

The female ghost saw my small movements, and seemed to be very angry, and the holes in her wrinkled face were all squeezed together, and she slowly approached me step by step.

"You...... Don't you come here......"

I slowly moved back with my hands on the ground, and slowly stepped back, and I had already greeted the eighteenth generation ancestor of the old bastard a hundred and eighty times in my heart.

Niu Sihai, you super king of the pit, didn't you say that you would protect me? What about people? ……

I was scolding in my heart, but suddenly my hands were empty, the boat was crooked, and I stumbled into the Xiaolong River......

, I'm really afraid of something, it's over, my little life is really going to be reimbursed here.

A large mouthful of water choked into my mouth, my throat was hot and painful, and then a large amount of water poured into my stomach, squeezing my heart and lungs, I couldn't breathe, I struggled desperately, but no matter how I fluttered, I was doing useless work, and soon I lost my strength, and my body slowly sank into endless darkness.

Am I dead?

No, if I die, why do I still feel it? I obviously felt a pair of eyes staring at me, could it be that the cow madman saved me the moment I choked on water?

I tried to open my eyes, not a cow maniac, but a pair of small, bright smiling eyes.

The small eyes came from a short, chubby, white-bearded old man hunched over.

It's just that this old man looks a little weird, fat and broad, but he has a small head as thick as his neck, his neck is not short, a pair of small eyes the size of beans are dripping around, and the most memorable thing is the big mouth and the big red nose.

Why is everything like in mythology? Am I dreaming?

"Who are you?" I asked him.

"I don't know if Xingjun has arrived, I hope I forgive me!" The little old man bowed to me.

Is it actually a Taoist ceremony?

Could it be that he is a friend of a bull maniac?

What's going on?

What did he just call me? Xingjun? What Xingjun? What is Xingjun?

My curiosity was overflowing, and I couldn't help but look around, only to see that I was in a confined space at this time, although the place was not large, there was no slightest sense of suffocation. A few pieces of antique furniture seem to be placed very casually, but in fact, they are in line with a certain law.

"Where is this?" I'll ask again.

The little old man looked kind and bowed to me again: "This is the little old man's cave." ”

I rub! Dongfu! Only goblins call their nests caves! This old man is not a human being either?

The previous fear was infinitely magnified, and my heart was full of doubts but I didn't dare to speak again, for fear that if I said something wrong, I would provoke the other party and make a move to kill me.

This old man seemed to be able to understand my thoughts, smiled at me, and slowly spoke: "Xingjun, don't panic, and listen to the little old man." ”

The speed of speech is really slow, not a few points faster than a word meal.

Alarmed? Can I not panic? I've been fighting against that female ghost who can scare people to death for so long, and now I've fallen into your old goblin's nest, why is my life so miserable?

His grandmother is a loop-legged!

"What's Grandma's hoop leg?" The old man looked at me blankly.

He could hear what was in my heart! If the previous feeling was shock, now the feeling is shock.

I didn't dare to think about it any longer, so I walked over to a chair and sat down with my ass, posing like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.

"Xingjun don't be afraid, the little old man has no malice." The old man smiled, walked slowly to the table, poured a cup of tea and handed it to me, "Little Lao'er was originally an old turtle who has been cultivating here for eight hundred years. ”

It turned out to be an old Wang Ba, it seems that he really has no ill will towards me, otherwise he would have eaten me raw.

Thinking of this, I felt a little relieved and asked, "Why am I here?" ”

"Naturally, it was the little old man who helped ......"

"Where the hell is this?" Actually, this is a bit redundant, I have already guessed that this should be the bottom of the Xiaolong River, but all this in front of me makes me feel like I am in a dream, and I can't accept it. Besides, I really don't have anything to say to this old Wang Ba, so I'm just deliberately looking for words.

"Since Xingjun already knows, why bother asking?" This little old man is very shrewd, "Presumably at this moment, Xingjun has a lot of doubts in his heart, don't be in a hurry, and come with the little old man." ”

Where to? I was a little resistant, afraid that something even more unbelievable would happen again, but my body stood up uncontrollably.

Through a door, I followed him to a slightly larger room, which was empty except for a large mirror hanging on one wall.

"Xingjun, please look!"

As soon as he walked to the mirror, the little old man raised his hand and waved it at the mirror.

Suddenly there were a lot of people in the mirror, obviously a village.

It's just that these people are in poor spirits, their eyes are scattered, and the gray between their eyebrows and eyes is black.

"Dead air?" I stared at the people in the mirror and asked suspiciously.

I once saw a detailed account of this kind of physiognomy in a photo book of the cow madman, so I remember it more clearly.

But these people are all living people, how can there be death? If it's only half of them, that's normal, but these people are all like this, and it's hard not to be suspicious.

"Xingjun Mingjian!" The little old man complimented.

The picture jumps continuously, and the scene changes with it, and the only constant is the dead air on people's faces.

I couldn't help but be surprised, what was going on?

The screen jumps again, this is a somewhat familiar village, but the situation here seems to be much more serious than what you just saw.

Where is this?

This street, this house, this village layout......

It dawned on me that this is our Yitang Village!

How so?

The picture ends up on the edge of a river, where there are more people. Among them, more than half of them are dressed as monks and Taoists; There were also prisoners with their hands and feet chained and in prison uniforms; There are old men and old ladies with white hair; There are skinny bean sprouts, dirty little children...... I made a rough estimate of three or four hundred.

My eyes quickly searched the crowd, and soon found the cow maniac, but the cow maniac in the picture looked very young, wearing an apricot-yellow robe, and he really looked like that.

"This is the ...... of Xiaolonghe," the little old man opened his mouth at the right time.

"When is this?" I asked.

"Forty Years Ago......"