On the way, Landlord Yang's corpse suddenly moved, so frightened that Han Yiming hurriedly got up and jumped away, and Xiao Zhi slashed over with another sword.

A sword cut off the head of the Yang landlord, and the head rolled down the steep mountain road.

But another big black worm crawled out of the severed head, and it was impossible to see which side was the head, only countless hands and feet on both sides.

The body was made of soft flesh, not a little shiny or hard, and the insect crawled outward with its tentacle-like limbs.

However, he didn't wait long to climb, and was cut in half by Xiao Zhi's sword, turning into black powder like those black-clothed servants.

At the same time, the Yang family's mansion in Guzi Village, at the moment when the Yang landlord died, all the black-clothed servants became riotous.

His eyes were red, but not like Landlord Yang, but as if all the blood vessels inside had been ruptured, filled with tiny blood streaks.

It was as if countless red insects filled the pupils, and all keratinization on the surface of the skin seemed to be repulsed.

Teeth and nails fell off with the movement, and blood-red pus continued to bubble out along the gaps.

The black-clothed servants roamed around as if they had rioted, and the walls and paper doors in the house were all smashed, but because of the wooden gate in the courtyard, none of the black-clothed servants went out.

One of them, a black-clad servant with blurred flesh and blood, was wandering the courtyard, his legs stunned, and he walked slowly, like a walking corpse.

At this time, his head suddenly twisted, looked at the girl Qiu Huan's room, and walked over step by step.

Directly smashed the wooden door that was not sturdy and rushed in.

The girl who was still sleeping on the bed suddenly woke up and saw people like zombies in front of her, a little frightened, but not too frightened.

Because as soon as the black-clothed servant walked in, he felt a huge force under his feet, and then his whole body was dragged down.

What I saw was a huge pig's head looking at him, and he kept exhaling, and then the pig's head opened its bloody mouth and bit down.

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Han Yiming on the mountain searched for a long time, but there was nothing else on Landlord Yang's body except for some small bottles and broken silver.

After carrying all the things to himself, Han Yiming walked down the mountain, hoping to find a way to practice ghosts in the other party's house.

As he walked, he saw the head of the Yang landlord on the road, kicked it, and stumbled down the steep mountain road.

In the village at the foot of the mountain, an old man with gray hair came out and looked at the mountain.

Half a year ago, a Yang landlord suddenly came, and every month he had to arrest two young people to go up the mountain, and the arrested person never came back after going up the mountain.

Whether it was dead or alive, everyone in the village knew, and some people tried to struggle.

But as a result, the black-clothed servant in the house was not afraid of the blade at all, and there was no reaction when the fork pierced into the body, and another punch opened the man.

Although everyone has a sense of nostalgia for their hometown and will not leave easily, in such a life-and-death situation, many people still choose to run away.

But soon the man who led the flight was turned into a mass of minced meat and displayed in front of the villagers the next day, and no one would have recognized it if the head had not been intact.

The rest of the people, although not killed, were more or less disabled and thrown back into the village.

The man who came back only said that he saw a man who was completely white, and then was captured by the black-clothed servant without waiting to look closely or run away.

The villagers had no choice but to continue living in the village, and most of them were closed, because the black-clothed servants picked people when they saw them.

But there are still some people who go out to work, and if they are really afraid, then if they just leave the land wasted, they will still starve to death at home.

Later, some people passed by, and some villagers informed the outsiders of the situation and told them to flee quickly.

Some villagers informed the outsiders of the situation and begged them to save themselves from fire and water.

Later, some outsiders ran out, and some outsiders consciously learned some martial arts, and they were ready to cut down the Nayang landlord with a sword in hand.

However, it was soon reduced to a mass of minced meat, with only the head intact, which was shown to the other villagers the next day.

Many of the villagers couldn't bear to watch, but the black-clad servants would force them out of their homes.

Twisting his head and picking out his eyes, the villagers forced to watch the pieces of meat that yesterday's neighbors had turned into.

Even the children and women did not let go, and they were forced to watch it.

Until many villagers cried bitterly, their legs were weak, they fell to their knees, and gave up all their thoughts.

Then let go and let him go home.

In just two months, no one in the village wanted to resist or run away, but just waited for death.

And the old man, with his temples white and his eyes blank, looked at the mountain at night.

His son, who had led the way in escaping, had long since turned into a mass of minced flesh, and he passed out while being forcibly watched.

As a result, he didn't die like this, and was even rescued by his neighbors, how good it would be if he died like this.

He often thinks so, but when he really seeks death, he can't do it, and a group of people came the day before yesterday.

They were obviously chosen as sacrifices by the Yang landlord, and the old man suddenly looked a little complicated

He didn't know whether to lament the loss of his young life like this, or to celebrate, that he didn't have to die in the village this month.

The old man turned around and continued to look at the mountain, looking up at the mountain road, when he saw a figure on the mountain.

The figure was kicking something down, and the sound was strange, not like stone or wood.

The old man was a little puzzled, could it be the landlord Yang? But didn't the Yang landlord usually come back during the day?

Before he could see the figure, he saw a round thing rolling from the mountain road to the front of the house.

The old man wanted to lean over to take a closer look, but he was old and his eyes were spent, and he couldn't see clearly for a while.

After carefully observing for a long time, and relying on the moonlight, I finally saw the strange red ...... That was the head of the Yang landlord!!