In a black earth, ears of wheat flutter in the wind.

Originally, the morning sun rose in the east, and a thick fog drifted out of nowhere, covering the land, and suddenly it was dark and dreary, and it was difficult to see the five fingers.

The farmer who was toiling in the field was a little overwhelmed, and looked around, completely unable to understand how the weather had become so fast.

But I heard the bell swaying in the distance, and a wave of strange people in yellow clothes, from far to near.

"Taicang has died, and the thick soil is the master!"

"Huang Liang wakes up from a dream, bad omen New Territories!"

Hoarse slogans, but there is a trace of inexplicable bewitchment, just hearing it, I feel that this world is difficult and dangerous, like a big dream, and there is heaven to go to after waking up.

There were eight people in yellow, and the first four were scattering yellow paper symbols as they walked, shouting slogans loudly. The four in the back carry a large sedan chair, which is brown and yellow.

Below is the painting of Shura evil ghosts, hell rakshasas, eating meat and drinking blood, full of evil, the surrounding fire burning, corpses and mountains of blood. Above the sedan chair, a group of kind people looked at the world and stretched out their hands to greet the visitors.

"Who are you? Dare to break into the land of my Rye Ridge, don't you know that my family has great powers! ”

A group of Rye Ridge guards gathered over, stared at the eight strange people, and drew their knives one after another, their faces unkind. Naturally, they are not ignorant novices, and their knives are tied with thick talismans, which look bright in the dark.

The man in yellow ignored the guards and continued to march forward, shouting their slogans.

"Lie to confuse the public, look for death!"

Seeing that the guards were assembled, there were about twenty of them, and a team was standing up, raising his knife and slashing at the other party.

"Click!"

The fatal blow turned out to be ineffective against the man in yellow, and not only that, but the flames that erupted from the Dao Fu burst out violently and rose upward. The yellow paper in the sky instantly burned, like a cage of flames. But the man in yellow was indifferent, still throwing paper as he walked, and moved forward.

"The age is in the present, all evils are defiled!"

The clothes on the body of the man in yellow also burned, but he couldn't damage even a single hair of the other party, as if he had a fire shelter inside.

Seeing this, the team looked hideous and drank.

"Up! Let's stop them. ”

More than 20 people went into battle together, slashing at the opponent's head, heart, and joints, the knives were fatal, and some even jumped up fiercely and hung their bodies on the man in yellow. Even so, the man in yellow walks naturally, his body is like an iron stone, and his steps are like a mountain.

"Invulnerable, invulnerable, fire and water, is this still human?"

Several guards cursed one after another, and they couldn't stop each other's way with all their might, so they were really helpless.

"Hurry up and report to the mansion master, there are strange people invading Rye Ridge!"

The guards were powerless, and the yellow paper burning all over the sky fell on them, and it caught fire in an instant, which was not a decorative thing. Those who were burned left one after another, and they no longer dared to stop them.

At this moment, a cow came from the wheat field, riding a shepherd boy on it, playing the recorder leisurely.

The voice was ethereal and distant, and for a moment it overpowered the trumpet of the man in yellow, and the two voices were mixed together, and the demagogic words gradually distorted, becoming very strange, like the horn of a wild beast in the wilderness.

The Flame Dao Talisman fell one after another, falling on the man in yellow, but it was completely different from before. The fire scorched their flesh and skin, and their flesh and blood were blurred.

"It's Little Master Mo, the little Lord is here, bullshit, it's time for you to die."

Seeing that the shepherd boy's flute was effective, the guards suddenly had the courage again, and they stepped forward to chop, and the next few even took out a basket of black soil and poured it around the man in yellow.

Since it is Rye Ridge, the richest nature is black soil, black soil not only cultivates spiritual plants, but also can be made into Dao treasures after being highly purified, which is like a mountain and dominates heaven and earth.

The black soil in the hands of the guards must not be such a treasure, but it is also the essence of the refined black soil, with the special Lei Tu Fu, instantly forming a mound, burying the people in yellow in it, like a tomb, isolating them,

The big sedan chair is a little strange, the black soil can't be completely covered, revealing the brown and yellow sedan chair roof, the high lid, like the top of the tomb, especially the yellow paper flying, like throwing paper money, suddenly the surrounding atmosphere is weird.

The guards didn't pay attention, but just flaunted their might.

"Bullshit, I think you're dirty."

The ox gradually walked in, and the shepherd boy stared at the top of the exposed sedan chair, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

It's too regular, if it is buried by black soil, not to mention the sedan chair, the four people who carry the sedan chair can't hold this earth talisman. Today, the car cover is flat and stable, completely like a building built on top.

"No, be careful, everyone!"

As soon as the words fell, the sedan lid exploded suddenly, and people in yellow walked out.

"Taicang has died, and the thick soil is the master!"

"Bang!"

The whole person exploded from it, and the yellow paper talisman in the sky drifted away, drifting away with the wind, drifting farther and farther.

The surrounding guards gradually confused their eyes in the yellow talisman, and their eyes seemed to be stuffed with a layer of yellow paper, forming a triangle, like a wild beast.

Their faces turned yellow, their expressions were sluggish, and they slowly moved towards the palanquin.

Along the mound of black soil, he looked down, and suddenly showed a yearning and fanatical look, and then jumped down without hesitation.

Not only the yawei, but also many farmers came out of the surrounding wheat fields one after another, their faces were yellow, their eyes were covered by rune paper, as if they were in a dream, looking at the sedan chair frantically, and walked there stupidly.

The sedan chair is obviously not big, but at this moment it is like a giant mouth in the abyss, swallowing more than a dozen people and still not filling, waiting for more prey.

Seeing that this was wrong, the shepherd boy sounded the recorder again, and his flute was naturally not an ordinary thing, but had a special effect against bad omens.

As soon as the flute sounded, the surrounding bewitched people were suddenly stunned and stopped in place, as if disturbed.

Seeing that it worked, the shepherd boy played the flute even harder, and a smile spread on his face.

"Huang Liang wakes up from a dream, bad omen New Territories!"

The man in yellow in the sedan suddenly shouted, and the numb people around him twitched for a while, and moved again. But this time the direction has changed, not a sedan chair, but a shepherd boy riding a bull.

The farmers, who had been bitter on a daily basis, gathered at this time, turned a deaf ear to all sounds, and after a while surrounded the oxen. A few hands on the cow's belly, grabbed it fiercely, and the ordinary people who were originally ordinary seemed to be endowed with divine power, and directly disemboweled the cow and took out the internal organs.

"Mou!"

The scalpers were in pain and wanted to escape, but they were stopped by these strange farmers, one by one, and blood was splashed everywhere. Every time the flesh and blood stained the yellow paper in their eyes, their complexion became more and more yellow, and they became fanatical and unreasonable.

When they split the body of the ox, they grabbed the shepherd boy above, and the same tragic plot happened again.

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and a terrible tearing sound came from the dim wheat field.

But somewhere in a field where no one was looking, the swinging scarecrow swayed, and out of the back came a person, it was the shepherd boy who had been dismembered.

At this moment, his eyes were frightened, his face was full of shock, how could he still have the previous composure.

Hurriedly ran to the post road and went back to Rye Ridge to report the news.

It's just that faintly, there seems to be a yellow paper note pasted on its back, outlining a hideous face.