As soon as Li He's words came out, everyone held their breath and their bodies trembled slightly.

Whether it is a peddler or a pawn, a merchant or a magnate, their eyes are focused on the dim oil lamp in the middle, and their faces are full of fear.

When everyone looked at it like this, the smell of corpse oil was heavier, and there was a feeling of nausea and dizziness when they smelled more, and the already dim light was even dimmer.

"It's going to go out?"

After the fear, everyone was a little puzzled, the lamp oil didn't seem to have changed, although the light was dimmed, but the problem didn't seem to be big, was this lord of the mansion alarmist?

Li He didn't explain, his body gradually melted, and his feet floated lightly.

Ling Qiong glanced at the corpse thief lamp, her expression was quite solemn, looking at the lights that were flickering and flickering, her face suddenly changed drastically.

"Everyone, be careful, the corpse lamp is going out!"

As soon as the words fell, the dim lights "snapped" and suddenly went out.

The whole thatched hut fell into a deathly silence, without light, filled with darkness, and a pair of strange red eyes at the edge of the room were still, and began to turn, looking at the dazed and frightened people.

When the strange eyes are looking in one direction, although it is terrifying, there is also a lack of change, and the Lingmin are psychologically acceptable. But when the lights went out and countless bloody eyes turned to the food, it was completely different.

"Ahh

The first people who couldn't bear it were those leaning on the periphery, who desperately tried to squeeze inside, but couldn't move at all, and could only let out desperate cries.

Even worse than them was Ling Qiong, the lord of the Grass Ridge Mansion.

His whole person instantly became like a shrimp, as if someone had given him a heavy blow, and countless fine needles attacked him from all directions, making him feel painful.

Correspondingly, the thatched hut was dilapidated, eroded by blood from the periphery, and countless straws were scattered. Ling Qiong, who had cast the secret magic array, naturally couldn't bear it.

Li He didn't look at him, but observed the position of the Dao soldiers through the way of Rui Xi.

Because the middle of the house was full of people, the Kucha ceremony soldiers were scattered when they came in, but Li He did not let them arrange them in a messy manner, but divided them into three sides.

Just because on each side, there is a person carrying a key paper painting as a means of finale.

"Out of the treasure!"

A leader in a shield, a knife, and a crossbow throws a paper painting pinned to his waist.

The paper painting flew into the air, and instead of hitting the ground, it floated on the periphery of the crowd. Like an ink painting, the paper stretches through the air, forming an additional scroll.

In a few breaths, a paper painting wrapped in Geshan was formed, like a screen next to the dining table in a restaurant, but it was pale and colorless.

At this time, Li He walked to Ling Qiong's side and said softly:

"Let go of the shackles and let those things in!"

Needless to say, Ling Qiong couldn't hold on anymore, she retracted it in one breath, and the whole person staggered back a few steps, almost falling to the ground.

The grass hut suddenly "boomed" and collapsed in an instant.

The blood-red eyes rushed over like a blocked river of blood, and the torrent was unstoppable.

The closer those bloody eyes got, the more hideous they become. You can even see blood-red lines, dark yellow spots, and pale crystals on the eyeballs.

The red pupils in the center rotated wildly, full of greedy desire, and just looking at them, you could feel the suffocation.

Even the bitter tea ceremony soldiers, who have been through a hundred battles and have dealt with bad omen several times, are also beating drums in their hearts. The only reason why they still insisted and didn't panic was their trust in the mansion master Li He.

There have been so many calamities and erosions, and the weirdness is different, but Li He can turn evil into good fortune and lead everyone out of hardship.

On the way, Li He told the soldiers about the crisis, so that everyone was a little mentally prepared.

Eat and drink together, share wealth, revitalize bitter tea, and protect the safety of your family. If you can do this, why are these soldiers selling their lives to the lord of the mansion?

The perseverance in his eyes was gradually revealed, and he even faintly sharpened his knife to the bad omen, but he had a morale in a desperate situation.

Ling Qiong took a few steps back, naturally taking in the current situation, and couldn't help but be amazed.

He thinks that he has some means for the soldiers, and after the guards of the Grass Ridge escort the people of Lingmin to migrate, they are still willing to return to the Lingdi to share the suffering with them, which can be seen that the soldiers recognize him.

But within the horizon of the breathing method, at this time, the soldiers of the Grass Ridge were guarding the oil lamps, barely carrying knives and axes, their faces were desperate, their strands trembled, and they did not have the courage to resist.

This is not to blame them, after all, the mortal body, in the face of the erodion of strange and terrifying bad signs, how to resist with a sword and axe alone. When they think they have no qualifications to resist, they will naturally become discouraged and killed.

To say that the soldiers are timid, they are all heroes who go up to the mountains to catch bears and fight tigers, and they all drink wine and eat meat, and they are happy to take revenge. broke through with him earlier, and they all fought hard, and the Dao Fu formation was all good, but they could only lose their lives in vain, so they lost their courage.

But the Taoist soldiers of Kuchaling are completely different, they may not have the same high quality as their own guards at the beginning, and their skills are also poor. But after experiencing the bad omen wash again and again, he gradually has a temperament that does not change the color of Mount Tai in front of him, and his calmness in the face of bad omen is the most valuable.

Not to mention ordinary guards, even Taoist priests who control auspiciousness, if they are frightened by fear, the probability of death will increase extremely quickly.

Xiangrui can only improve the fault tolerance rate, but it cannot guarantee survival. In the face of the calamity, what really kept the Taoist priests alive was to solve the calamity with a stable mentality.

After all, the bad omens that most people encounter seem terrifying, but in fact they are of low grade, but it is difficult to find their flaws.

Today's Kuchaling Dao soldiers already have a strong posture, and over time, I am afraid they can become Li He's right-hand man.

The moment the paper painting was spread, the bloody eyes rushed up, and at the moment of touching, they burst open, and the whole eye was like a pinched persimmon, a bright red.

The whole paper painting was soaked in blood red, and became like a bloody cloth, and in some places it was even tattered, and it was about to be blown open.

But as time passed, the imaginary horror did not happen, and each time a painting was dilapidated, it gradually blended into the vista. If one looks at it from the outside, one can see that there is a painting in the painting, and the blood-stained walls slowly condense into a paper figure, staggering towards the painting.

When the paper figure gradually disappears from sight, the wall formed by the painted paper can absorb the impact of blood, and the cycle repeats, constantly resisting the erosion of bad omen.

But in such a scene, the three circles are missing one, and the three waves of Dao soldiers are scattered on three sides, so naturally they can only resist in three directions, and the last gap is the path for Ling Qiong to restrain his Dao power, but he has Li He by his side.

Countless bloody eyes rushed over, and each finger of Li He's paper hand gave birth to a small hand, layered on top of each other, forming a thin net, and the pores were so narrow that even the eyeballs could not pass through.

This is a technique from the hundred hands of Jin Chuang, he can't directly use Xiangrui, but the paper figure and the catalogue Xiangrui seems to have a faint connection, so imitating Jin Chuang's appearance, it is an attempt by Li He, now it seems, it seems that there is a lack of some agility, more or the power of bad omen.

The bloody eyes in all directions were blocked from the paper walls and paper hands, and although the people of the ridge were afraid, they gradually showed a look of hope. This famous lord of the Kuchaling Mansion is extremely powerful, and he may really be able to solve the current crisis.

But Li He did not relax, but his expression became solemn.

The real "gaze" only looked over!