After a fierce scuffle in the grass, the purple-robed woman was beaten with one against two, and finally was beaten to a bruised nose and swollen face, and dragged out.

After that, she and the oracle's fingers were hung under the eaves.

As a result, the three pieces of bacon under the eaves became two dumplings.

Why is it zongzi, because Ji Que's red rope binding technique is a bit special.

Chen Zhu originally wanted to ask if this was the technique of Manchun Courtyard, but unfortunately he didn't dare in front of his junior sister.

"You stinky yin coin, made up a story about you and your wife, Lao Tzu was moved, and the result was a sneak attack!"

"Stinky mother-in-law, just stab my senior brother, ask you to stab me, and you will really stab me!"

I saw that the face of the purple-robed woman and the divine envoy's fingers was full of black needles, like pockmarks, and Chen Zhu and Wang Hua were constantly stirring, like playing the piano, and the pain made the two of them cry.

Especially the purple-robed woman, the sores on her face exploded in pain.

In the end, it is the younger generation, and it is completely a temper of revenge and revenge.

The old monk Lingyu stood aside, quietly enjoying this scene.

The two dumplings struggled and soon died.

The angel rolled his eyes with his fingers.

His whole person suffered an irreversible blow, and even if there was the so-called "divine power" to continue his life, he only had one breath left.

Ji Que would not have been so heavy, after all, he has been a very kind person since he was a child.

It's a pity that the finger really annoyed him.

It's okay to change your face and play with people's feelings, not to mention, you can't even take out ten taels of silver from your whole body.

The high-ranking god envoy is an existence that can easily take away the lives of countless people, and he even changed three faces and pretended to be forced halfway, and as a result, he only had six taels of silver and a diary all over his body.

It's okay if you offer that kind of double cultivation cheats to Benxiang Ma and Yun, who the hell wants to read the diary of a bad old man.

It's so rude.

This is also one of the reasons why he will be volleyed like a ball by Ji Que and hit his purple-robed teammates.

However, Ji Que felt fortunate at the same time, that is, the great monk Lingyu was still alive.

The money and the people were there, and that was exactly what he hoped for the most.

It was only then that he had time to notice the people towering among the barren grass.

Like the missionaries that night, they were left with empty skins, and there were a few faces that were even a little familiar.

After living in Sangshui County for so long, even if it is not a neighbor in the same street, you may have taken a photo.

But they all died, became sacrifices, and became stepping stones for the revival of the wild god worshiped by the Wind Lotus Sect.

The sky was terribly overcast, and the heavy lead clouds turned into a drizzling rain.

The temperature around him dropped a lot all of a sudden, and when the cold wind blew, the mist was filled, with a biting chill.

Standing here, you can't experience the feeling of early summer at all, and you even have the illusion of being in another cold and terrifying time and space.

Ji Que looked at the people of Sangshui County who were standing motionless in the rain, and deeply felt what human life is.

The world was more fucked up than he thought.

At this time, under the revenge of Chen Zhu and the others, the purple-robed woman's body suddenly tightened, tears flowed down her nose, and she completely fainted.

The old monk Lingyu adjusted his breath and said, "It's time to get down to business." ”

The four of them couldn't help but focus on the white wall at the back of the room.

The screen-like walls hide the most important secrets of this treacherous place.

The wild god that the Wind Lotus Sect has been sacrificing with human lives is estimated to be there.

They need to send this wild god home.

Home.

The angel's fingers suddenly understood what they were trying to do, and their mouths were open like a fish stranded on the shore.

His vocal cords were twisted along with his neck, and he couldn't make a clear statement.

At this time, Chen Zhu suddenly pinched his face, pulled it, rubbed it again, and said, "Isn't it sad that the things you believe in are going to be messed with by us, but you can only watch them?" ”

Instead, the finger of the divine envoy showed a strange smile, which startled Chen Zhu.

"Pretending to be a ghost."

As he spoke, Chen Zhu had already carried his black box and his junior sister Wang Hua and walked inside.

He didn't seem to care, but in fact, he had already put on a defensive posture.

The moment Ji Que walked into the room, he felt uncomfortable.

The lotus flowers in the lotus pond in the house grow very well and bloom very brightly, but because they bloom too well and too brightly, they give a terrifying feeling.

It's like they're conscious, and they drink blood and eat flesh.

In the blink of an eye, the snow-white wall was close in front of me.

Behind the white walls, in the depths of this eerie room, everything was shrouded in darkness.

When he pretended to be Liu Cheng, he said that every tenth or fifteenth day, those people who were bewitched would be taken inside, and then there would be a chewing sound inside.

Pointing to deceive people, speaking seven points true and three points false, does that mean that the situation behind this is likely to be true?

The wild god enshrined by the Wind Lotus Sect was eating people inside, and the people outside who were only left with a pair of empty skins were the best proof of this.

Judging from the experience of the three demon slayers of the old monk Lingyu, as long as it is not the tenth or fifteenth day of the first month, the consciousness of this wild god should not awaken, and they can seize this gap and use the thunder fire talisman to burn their bodies or clay sculptures or wood carvings.

At this time, the idol is just a god.

Chen Zhu patted the coffin-like black box behind him, and a wind lantern came out of it and lit it.

The space behind the wall was partially illuminated at once, and the rest of the space became more secluded.

It's dark under the lights.

The yellow paper on the ground that the Wind Lotus Sect used to preach before was overlapped, spreading from the ground to the wall, densely packed, and making people's scalps tingle.

The lotus pond in front of the white wall is still trying to create the image of a fairyland on earth, and when it comes to this, it is like coming to the underworld all of a sudden.

The yellow paper should have been damp and sticky under your feet.

The room was also deeper and taller than expected.

Standing here, I feel like I'm in a dark cave.

Ahead, the outline of an offering table appeared in everyone's sight.

As the lights approached, the huge offering platform was empty for a while.

Where did the idol go?

Chen Zhu jumped onto the altar, so the light of the wind lamp behind him suddenly shone farther away.

The next moment, a terrifying scene appeared in the sight of several people.

There is no idol on the altar, but there is one underneath the altar.

It was a wooden statue of a god at least three feet long, and it looked like a woman, but it had the posture of a snake.

The reason why they didn't notice the almost three-story tall creature in the first place was because it was crawling on the ground.

It was as if it had just climbed down from under the altar, and its huge body gave people an indescribable sense of oppression.

The lights in the wind lamps flickered, reflecting the strange idol.

Seeing it, Ji Que thought of the snake-like posture of the divine envoy's finger.

And then what's even more terrifying is that the idol is covered with human faces.

These people have faces of men and women, adults and children, some with frightened faces, some laughing wildly, they are densely packed together, lifelike, as if they have grown in the body of a god and want to crawl out of it.

Ji Que's scalp was numb, because he saw several faces, which were exactly the same as those of the people outside.

These faces are all those people outside?

For a while, no one stepped forward, Wang Hua was even a little nervous, and said, "Senior brother, how do I think this thing is alive." ”

"Nonsense, it's just a gathering of wood of faith."

But when he brought the lantern closer, he found flesh and blood in the idol.

In particular, there were long jet-black strands of black hair that had been carved out, and when the wind blew, the strands fluttered.

At this moment, this statue of the god covered with human faces seemed to really come to life.

The old monk Lingyu clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, if we come one step too late, I'm afraid this god will really wake up." ”

Wood carving of raw meat is a sign that God will completely awaken and come to the world.

And this statue is already very close to this feeling.

Ji Que looked at the flesh-and-blood statue in front of him and found that this world was indeed much deeper and more terrifying than he expected.

There are really gods, and they can really eat people.

A new worldview slowly unfolded in front of him, revealing a corner of absurdity and horror.

For a while, he actually had a little more fear and expectation for his future sojourn life?

It's exciting, isn't it?