The ancient road of Qingshan is overcast.

In the distance, a black shadow slowly appeared on the small hillside that twisted and turned, and the sound of the car was getting louder and louder, but no human voice was heard, and even a human figure could not be seen.

It seemed that it was too hot, and everyone was reluctant to come out, so only the carriage and the carriage carrying it drove into Kuchaling.

In front of the critical monument, the grass was desolate, and the convoy stopped.

"If there are those who stay in Kuchaling, leave the team as soon as possible, why don't you stay here." A loud shout came from the first carriage, a little low and hoarse.

The convoy reacted quickly, and the rest of the people who did not stop here turned their horses and galloped into the distance.

In the middle of the loess road, only three carriages remained.

After waiting for a while, one of them suddenly drilled out of the person, it was the old willow head. Look back and forth, especially at the carriage from the Zhen family on the side.

I didn't pay attention to it for a few days, and the curtains and covers in the carriage were changed to white at some point, like a hearse.

He slowly got out of the car and whispered into the car.

"Daughter, you stay in the car, I'll go to Kuchaling, talk to that person about business, and I can catch up with the convoy."

"Remember, don't come out. Don't move if you encounter anything, wait for me to come back. ”

There was a soft snort from the car, and it seemed that the father was making a little fuss and regarded her as a child.

The old willow head was appeased, and then he crept away from the side, and the speed under his feet was fast.

It's just that after stepping into the bitter tea field, I felt a burst of depression, and there seemed to be something strange lurking in the green tea field, which made people tremble.

His originally tired eyes suddenly ignited a trace of hope, and then endured the discomfort, ran into the tea field in two or two, and disappeared.

At the long intersection, there were three carriages, and the one on the side crossed the critical monument and drove into Kuchaling.

There was no one to drive, and the horses were in total darkness, marching quietly at first, to galloping wildly.

Running faster and faster, tirelessly, spilling a few bits and bits along the way.

The horses' hooves, legs, tails, stomachs, bloody, when the reins were lost, the two pillars in front of the carriage were straight into the ground, hanging a dazzling array of entrails, like slaughterhouses.

What's even more terrifying is that the carriage is obviously tilted and half-turned, and the curtain sticks to the car like glue, and it never falls. Bright red blood oozed from the cracks, flowing down the two horizontal pillars towards the land, dyeing a radius of several meters crimson.

Suddenly, a large mass of something rolled outward, but it was wrapped around the closed curtain and pressed against it so hard that it was about to erupt.

At this moment, the sound of rustling sounded in the tea fields on both sides, and it seemed that someone was shuttling in the tea fields. Then there was a tightening of the bowstring, and a few scattered wooden arrows flew out, and the crosshairs were not very good, but because they were so close, they all landed around the bleeding carriage, and some were still stuck in the carriage.

If you look closely, the wooden arrow is not sharp, and even the arrow is a little bald, but on the body of each arrow, there is at least one Dao symbol, yellow paper as the body, and the scribbled handwriting is sketched at will.

It was this inconspicuous Dao Talisman that burned with a "bang" after touching the strange flesh and blood. The flesh and limbs, like firewood, made the fire burn louder and louder, and it was several meters high.

"Wow!"

"Woohoo!"

"Help"

There were strange sounds coming from the blocked carriages, with insects, birds, and human shouts, and the small carriage seemed to be holding countless creatures.

But the fire was merciless, and they were roasted together with the carriages, emitting a pungent smoke.

The flames soared into the sky, and in the terrible wails, the shadows in the tea field were also illuminated.

It was the guards of the Kuchaling Mansion, as well as some spontaneously organized young people, who each had a longbow in their hands and a quiver behind their backs, which was the place where the Dao arrows were placed.

Seeing the raging fire in the middle of the road, even the daring guy couldn't help but tremble at this moment.

"It's true! The Lord of the Mansion expected this bad omen to attack so quickly. ”

"Thanks to these rockets, they burned those horrible things clean, otherwise I really don't know what to do."

The wasteland is often eroded by bad omen, and it is not completely without resistance. At least some of the most basic Dao talismans and treasures are reserved, and generally speaking, these spiritual objects can weaken the bad omen to a certain extent, but the effect is not obvious, and can only play a role in delaying.

Li He collected all the fire talismans and water yin talismans in the ridge, tied them to the bow and arrows, and distributed them to the guards. In particular, he instructed everyone to hide in the relatively lush bitter tea field, do not show their heads, and shoot arrows from a distance.

Zhong Min is the commander, he has a certain amount of insight and knows the horror of bad omen. Even if you sneak into the grass, you are required to bend down, do not make noise, and follow the orders of the lord of the mansion to shoot arrows from a distance.

Not only that, but he was not stingy with the use of Dao arrows. Because Mu Feng's wave of people were all folded in their dreams, there were not many guards left, and although they usually had some skills, it was inevitable that they would not be able to shoot arrows.

Then shoot wildly, cover the first carriage that drove into Kuchaling with dense firepower, and burn those filthy flesh and blood clean.

Gradually, as the fire raged, the curtain of the carriage was completely ablaze.

"Boom".

The contents of the car poured down, minced meat and stumps, and the most people. Occasionally, you can see fingers and ears, all mutilated, only one eyeball bone rolling out, and even turning around, staring strangely at the bitter tea field.

Cold, dead and silent, without the slightest warmth, as if straight into the heart.

Zhong Min only glanced at it, and his heart suddenly stopped, and he couldn't even breathe comfortably, and then shouted desperately.

"Shoot! Shoot fast! Shoot all the rockets. ”

"Don't look at that."

The guards and militiamen were a little behind, and they could only vaguely see some objects rolling out of the carriage, and they couldn't see the details clearly.

Hearing the frightened screams of the magistrate, their backs suddenly cooled, and they didn't care about the rest, they all bent their bows and arrows, and fired another round towards the carriage.

This time it was even more violent than before, the wooden arrows fell from the sky like hailstones, smashing the carriage, coupled with the previous flames, the fire talisman exploded almost instantly, and the roar was endless.

Looking at the carriage that was completely sunk into the flames, Zhong Min and the guards stared at each other in disbelief.

"Is it burned?"

The power of the fire, the flesh and blood are used as firewood, not to mention the wooden cart, even if the iron is thrown in, I am afraid that it will melt.

Everyone's eyes were shining with firelight, and their faces were full of shock.

Frequently encountering bad omens, the people of Lingmin are naturally not cowards, but courage is courage, strength is strength, they never thought that one day they could use this rough Dao talisman to destroy the weird.

Their eyes were focused on the flames, and no one noticed that the carriage parked at the end of the road moved slightly.

A white shadow floated into the bitter tea field, and the green bitter tea instantly turned gray and decayed, and her feet were very small, stepping on the black earth gracefully.

A miserable white paper road spread from under her feet, and the white papers were glued together, fluttering and fluttering, crushing the bitter tea and devouring all life.

She slowly raised her head and looked at the crowd from the tea bushes.

Zhong Min also happened to glance over, and in the afterglow of the firelight, he saw a pair of hollow eye sockets, pitch black, and blood kept gushing out, as if it could devour people's souls.