Since he couldn't carry it hard, Li He felt that the safest way was to send it away.

The paper hand slowly opened, like a spread net, towards the eyeballs.

Li He didn't rush to achieve it, he just shrouded half of the eyeballs wrapped in blood, although he struggled a little, but to no avail, this erosion couldn't help it at all.

When the paper hand held it halfway, he began to close the net and slowly walked forward.

Li He was not ready to pull it over, there were Ling Qiong and the people of Demoiselle Ridge behind him, and it was easy to have accidents.

After all, the appearance of "watching" alone has already made people have the urge to turn their heads, and if they get closer, there may be variables.

Moving slowly, the paper hand kept extending, and vaguely there seemed to be a paper painting next to it, and there seemed to be a paper man staring at it in the dark!

After more than a dozen breaths, Li He walked to the side of the bad omen, the paper painting became more and more real, and a blood-red eye was emerging in the painting.

If ordinary people, even Taoist priests, are rubbed down by paper paintings, they will become paper puppets and be unilaterally controlled by paper doom.

But bad omens don't work, they are disasters in the first place, either they merge or they are suppressed.

Even the paper painting at this moment is just sending the "gaze" away.

After a full minute, Li He let go of his hand, and the terrifying and strange omen had disappeared.

Instead, a floating eye emerges from the paper painting, following behind a dimly figured paper figure and walking towards the darkness.

Even outside the paper painting, all he could see was the blood-covered "gaze" at the back, seeing it far away.

After a while, the lightless hut was lit up again.

Corpse thief lamp, corpse thief lamp, it turns out that this is what it means.

There was a small number of remnants of the Lingmin, and they couldn't even find their corpses, so they were first crushed by "watching", and then they stole their corpses to make lamp oil, and even profiteers were ashamed of their efficiency.

After regaining their light, the Lingmin finally calmed down a little, after all, Li He and the others could use the breathing method to feel their surroundings, but ordinary people couldn't.

What's more, seeing the bloody eyes disappear, everyone was obviously much more relaxed.

"Ling Qiong, put out this broken lamp."

Now the bad omen has been sent away by paper paintings, and there is no need for lights to protect everyone for the time being. This tricky lamp is not easy to get along with, if it is lit for too long, I am afraid that it will cause some trouble, and it will be difficult to deal with at that time.

Ling Qiong took a few steps forward and used an ancient and dilapidated bone bowl to buckle upside down on the corpse lamp. Obviously, there are a lot of loopholes, and they don't conform to any physical principles, but as soon as they are put on lightly, the lights stop abruptly.

A foul smell of decay followed, and the room returned to darkness.

"Ignition!"

Li He gave an order, and several bitter tea soldiers took out the prepared fire talisman, which was not the kind of bursting Dao talisman, but it could be lit with wooden sticks to illuminate the surroundings.

It was only at this moment that the hut was completely silent.

The people who escaped death look at me, I look at you, showing a tired expression, like a thread stretched to the extreme, and it will break if it is tighter or tighter.

Also, even if you live in such a troubled world, your life is like a mustard, but when you really face death, who can be indifferent?

All eyes were focused on Li He, and the flame of hope was lit again in the eyes of the Lingmin, who longed to live.

Ling Qiong also looked at Li He, to be honest, he thought that this time he would be in a catastrophe. Although he made an agreement with Kucha at that time, in the face of the catastrophe and changes, the strange temple emerged, and with Li He's keen perception and understanding of the bad omen, he would definitely know the sinister nature of the Grass Ridge.

If you are not careful, the Taoist priest is just a bigger ant.

He saw Li He's methods at this moment, and he had already determined that this Kuchaling Mansion Master had indeed reached the Eight Grades, or even the best among the Eight Grades. But what about that, the temple and Li Zhen are definitely troubles that people don't want to touch.

If Li He decided not to wade into this muddy water, Ling Qiong would be completely able to understand. The guidance he posed was nothing more than a final struggle with the help of the nature of "gaze".

Unexpectedly, Li He really came, and he also took action to solve the crisis in front of him.

Counting the previous rescue of Kuchaling, this time he helped again, and he already owed the other party two lives, he didn't know what to say for a while, but froze there.

Li He looked around, looked around, didn't seem to notice Ling Qiong's predicament, and patted him lightly on the shoulder:

"You can be regarded as a family with four walls, and the grass ridge no longer exists. However, I am not afraid of no firewood.

Come with me to bitter tea, with my share of meat, you will have a glass of wine.

No, can you eat it, don't eat me poor. ”

Ling Qiong looked at the paper-like face in front of her, shrouded in a gloomy aura, and couldn't see the slightest human touch, but her heart warmed.

He put his straw hand on his paper arm and laughed:

"Then you can prepare more food for your ridge, I don't have a big appetite, but if my brothers want to serve you, you must eat and drink enough.

They are all first-class warriors, and there is no second word about defending the fields!

From now on, there will be no Grass Ridge, only bitter tea! ”

The two looked at each other, then burst out laughing.

Hearing the two mansion masters laughing loudly, the last vestiges of fear left by the Lingmin gradually dissipated.

This laughter was very contagious, and although it appeared on the two seemingly inhuman mansion masters, the firmness was transmitted to everyone's hearts.

At this point, the most perfect wing guard in Li He's mind has also been completed.

Ling Qiong treated the guards well and advanced and retreated with the soldiers, so everyone was grateful to him. And his personal strength is outstanding, and he is also an outstanding existence among the Jiupin Taoists, which is suitable for leading the Taoist soldiers of bitter tea.

As long as you are a little familiar with it and train for a period of time, you will definitely be able to improve the basic defense strength of bitter tea.

However, this time guarding, Ling Qiong exhausted his mental strength, and the bad omen backlash became even more serious, and he almost turned into a scarecrow. If it is allowed to deteriorate, I am afraid that it will not live long.

This is also the reason why Ling Qiong is entangled and free, entangled in not being able to repay the grace of saving his life twice. Free and easy in the dying of people, it is difficult to know oneself, perhaps the same as the ghost in the eyes of mortals, laughing and passing, life and death are not enough.

He completely entrusted the people of Grass Ridge to Li He, and he also knew Li He's specific thoughts, but people like them couldn't help their lives, in short, they could do as much as they could.

Li He glanced at him slightly, but his heart became more and more appreciative of Ling Qiong.

At the beginning, Yao Village sacrificed his life to save his brother, but now he is willing to fight against the bad omen to protect the people. Who is not afraid of death? The higher the cultivation, the greater the power, the more wealth, the more afraid of death, the more afraid of death.

It is better to abandon morality and go against the world than to survive. There's nothing more to say, it's good to live, and I don't want to die.

But there are always people who can see the shackles and understand their responsibilities.

In this world, people are like Shura, demons and monsters, and bad omens are rampant. Where everything is blackened, the evil becomes more and more evil, and it is constantly eroding. If he didn't have this heart, no matter how superb his Taoism was, he would just be a pathetic monster.

Ling Qiong is like this to the guards and people of the Grass Ridge, and then to the bitter tea, and to him, the lord of the mansion, he will also be the same, this is the real wing guard, protecting the mountain and guarding the common people.