"Tick", "Tick", "Tick".

As Lin Feng spoke, the people present seemed to be taken into the day when the sun had not risen hundreds of years ago.

"Tick".

It was the sound of blood dripping.

It was the pervasive smell of blood.

I don't know when and where, the smell of corpses came out.

On the beams of the house, the corpses that had been dead for an unknown amount of time were still dripping down viscous blood, and the entire street was dark and lightless.

Corpse after corpse, lying on the street.

These corpses are all painful.

These people were subjected to severe torture in their lives.

Some of the corpses, poisoned and rotten, have long been giants.

Some of the corpses are still "lifelike".

Just like a living person.

The only light here comes from the back mountain in the distance, where the flames are raging, and it can barely be regarded as a light source.

In the rest of the place, there can be no light.

Where there is light, there is trickery.

"There should be a few more living people around here."

On the corner of the street, Zong Yang lowered his voice and said, he held a fire gun in his hand and looked at it cautiously.

But there is still no bottom in my heart.

He didn't know what was going on, and when he used the heavy code to temporarily suppress this place in troubled times, the Jin family wanted to ask him to talk.

After being shattered by his fire, the sky has never lit up again, if it weren't for the divine light of the Houshan and the Temple of the King and the Land Temple, it would be really dark here.

Even the use of torches has no effect, but can lead to terrible consequences.

He didn't know what would happen with fire.

But he knew that the people who had used the fire were gone.

Here, there are two safest places at the moment, one is the temple of the prince, and the other is outside the land temple, but the light of the two fires is limited, besides, not everyone knows, if something happens, they will run towards these two places, besides, they will run like this, and some people will be missing on the road.

Here, for example, it is said that at least 30 people are still missing, and he brought people over to take a look.

Zong Yang took a deep breath and looked outside.

At the beginning, with the help of the people of the Wangye Temple, the situation was slightly better, and now, the people of the Wangye Temple have been transferred.

The city was in chaos.

There are many strange things, even Zong Yang, who has read Zhiwei, has never seen them.

He also opened his eyes.

As the local magistrate, he naturally could not turn a blind eye to the disappearance of people, and in his words, "always let the people see the government in action." ”

Besides, he also had no bottom in his heart, a few days ago he vaguely saw the qi veins surging underground, turning into one face after another, but fortunately, this situation was fleeting.

A little line of fire came out of the forehead of the prince and fell to the ground, and these faces were attacked, and they disappeared with a "whoosh".

Zong Yang brought people to find someone, and after a few days of not seeing him, he lost a lot of weight, but his eyes were shining, and he was full of energy.

No more dead people.

The more people die, the more ghosts there are, and Zong Yang can see it clearly, even if he is three-headed and six-armed, he is not the opponent of these sneaky people, but people gather together, the voices are boiling, and they still have the strength to fight, they chant all day long, the blue sky is white, and the incense is soaring to the sky.

Those little Taoist priests also tried their best to maintain order.

Now he's out, half to save people, and half to deal with the growing weirdness outside.

"How many people are following me?"

He asked behind him again, and a hoarse voice came from behind him.

"Me."

"Me."

"Me."

A total of six people answered him, Zong Yang's heart sank, he glanced back, the dark street corner, the smell of corpses was everywhere, and there was a dinging sound.

Not long ago, they saw a strange living corpse.

This grotesque living corpse, pushing a cart by himself, and not only that, but he also carries a burden, looking like a barber.

He had a skinning knife in his hand.

The method of this living corpse is extremely strange, Zong Yang called him a skinner, he will peel off the skin of the living person he sees in an instant, and the person loses his skin and wails to death.

What's even more cruel is that Zong Yang knows very well that this living corpse is not skinned because he has a special hobby or is cruel by nature.

He's just doing his job.

His duty is to skin the skin, even the demons, monsters, are stripped of the skin in his hands, he will put other people's bloody skin, smeared with strange potions, and then boiled in the pot of his own cart.

Looks like a cobbler.

Alike.

In the face of such a strong enemy, someone restrained and let the rest survive.

However, there are more than 20 people, only seven remain, and among these more than 20 people, there are also cowards, but these cowardly people can't escape a dead word after leaving Zongyang.

Maybe life is better than death.

Zong Yang didn't want to think about what he would encounter.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, swallowed the timidity that had just risen in his heart, and said, "Ready, go forward, the oil has not been lost, right?" ”

"The oil has not been lost, the foreign fire is still there, and it can burn."

It was an old Jianghu who spoke, Zong Yang barely remembered that this old Jianghu was once a tomb robber and a person who had gone to the tomb, but he seemed to wash his hands very early and was very cooperative with him.

At this moment, he was also the first person to follow Zong Yang, and the situation forced him to shoot him.

Guilty of meritorious service.

As long as he can get out alive, he will not be punished.

Lao Jianghu spoke, Zong Yang nodded and said: "It's good that you haven't lost it, before you go in, put down the talisman around the room, and then light the fire and tell the demons to gather here."

Then Fu Ling naturally started, we immediately left, towards the temple of the king of the king, if we can go back, we will go back a few. ”

Although he didn't know why the demons had phototaxis, since he knew, he had to borrow this method to get rid of some demons and prevent too many demons from forming a formation to attack the temple of the prince.

If something happens to the temple, then something really happens.

"Okay, let's go, young master."

The few remaining guards said, and they were desperately protecting the young master.

After Zong Yang finished speaking, several people behind him responded to him, they had just broken into the house in front of them, trying to find someone, but they didn't expect that they had just entered, and the sound of blood dripping inside was getting faster and faster.

Connected into a group, Zong Yang held the fire gun in his hand, and before he could speak, he saw the person hanging on the beam and opened his eyes.

The flames on the mountain outside shone in here.

I saw a bloody suit, which seemed to be able to wrap up the whole house.

Under this bloody coat, there will be faces, intestines, bones, and thighs wriggling.

It's the bloody clothes that are "eating".

Bloody clothes are eating!

Zong Yang saw the eyes of the "woman", and under the "fusion" of the two eyes, Zong Yang's mind was taken away, and before he could speak, he felt that the fire in his hand was hot.

It was at this moment that Zong Yang almost threw away the firecracker.

He quickly came to his senses, and when he raised the firebolt, he saw that the man hanging from the beam had become a man.

Impressively his bodyguard.

Zong Yang's heart was cold.

The oil was splashed, someone lit the fire, and he was still hesitating, so he was dragged outside by the old rivers and lakes, and he was not allowed to let go of the gun.

"County magistrate, don't look any further, everyone here must be dead, this is a complaining girl, where there is a complaining girl, there must be no living people.

This resentful girl is full, and she doesn't eat people anymore, so hurry up.

Let's go out, find another living person to feed the resentful girl, and we can get away!

Let's go, let's go! ”

It's still the old rivers and lakes that see the difference.

Most of the people who went to the tomb were relatives who came together, and they also had blood relatives.

The thief hole was hit, and the son went down, and Lao Tzu grabbed the rope on it.

Why?

I was afraid that I would see something valuable, so I took the treasure from above, and buried the thief hole, and buried the person who entered the thief hole below.

Such things emerge endlessly, and such a combination is also a rule that comes out after filling in countless lives.

"He who raises others is not as good as those who raise people."

At the bottom are the old parents, and the children will do it.

At the bottom are children, and old parents may not be ruthless.

Since it is a choice of experience, there are naturally special cases, and the old rivers and lakes have seen a lot, and their minds are very firm.

He caught Zong Yang and ran away, he knew that there were "donated" people here, and it was even more terrible to complain that the girl was full.

She's not a cannibal anymore.

But she would follow these people, a random person, to be "invited" to the village, and if a village died, if anyone could not open their eyes and go in again, they would come in again with the resentful girl.

So he knew that some people dealt with the resentful girl, that is, they asked an innocent child to take the resentful girl into the cave, and then collapsed the entire cave.

asked the boy and the resentful girl to be buried in it together, where did this "resentful girl" come out, which made the old Jianghu feel cold.

Zong Yang was dragged out by the old Jianghu.

Lao Jianghu can clearly see that this county magistrate has magic weapons in his hands and official spirit, and he is the most likely person to survive here.

Follow him, there must be no problem.

So he couldn't wait to drag the county magistrate away and save his life.

Sure enough, the place burst into flames, and some demons immediately gathered.

As a last resort, Zong Yang fired another shot, and in a flash, the bullets roared, and the dragon and tiger qi combined with the Buddha's breath made a hard way.

Many of the corpses that whistled in, even the foul-smelling wind, were suppressed by this fire.

See the way out.

Several people rushed to the road.

Immediately, a figure stopped beside them, this figure swallowed slowly, looking casual, and his walking even gave Zong Yang a kind of "carelessness" and "faltering".

It's just that with his actions, there are many "roadblocks" around him, and some strange-looking demons appear around him, but unfortunately, there is no power to resist.

One by one, he patiently peeled off all the skin of these roadblockers, put their skin on the cart in front of him, and kept boiling it.

He was like a good cobbler in tanning leather.

This time, Zong Yang saw very clearly that the fire of this car was ignited by using a person's thigh bone as a firewood and a person's soul as a material.

In this flame, Zong Yang even saw the guards who died not long ago, the faces of these guards were all mourning in the flames, and when he saw this "person", there was also a trace of despair on Zong Yang's face.

He raised his firearm from himself, wanting to die with dignity at the end.

The skinner, the terrible skinner, chased after them from behind and stopped in front of them.

With him in front of everyone, no one wants to leave.

Can't run away.

The skinner brought out his razor.

Swipe down.

With a miserable scream, Zong Yang glanced to the side and saw that another old Jianghu had become a bloody bloody person.

Zong Yang no longer hesitated, took out the fire gun in his hand, and suddenly, the flames erupted, and suddenly a robe made of human skin stopped in front of the flames, for the first time, the magic weapon was in Zong Yang's hands, and it did not play its own role.

Together, they devoured the light from the firecracker, and then fell limply on the shoulders of the skinner.

Inside the sound of the sorrowful sway.

The gunfire attracted a worm.

I don't know where this worm crawled from, a few people looked up, and they saw that the worm came from a distance, it was in a strange "drifting" appearance, winding from mid-air.

Its feet, hooked with many corpses.

It laid eggs among the corpses, and Zong Yang saw that among the corpses that laid eggs, some of the corpses occasionally moved.

Not that they're alive.

It's because the little worm inside is about to come back to life.

Facing such a disgusting monster, Zong Yang also felt a burst of physical discomfort.

Behind this worm, there is a big sneaky worm.

Next to this big insect, and, the Iron Crown Dao Man?

Where did the Iron Crown Dao people come from?

Lao Jianghu had already touched the dagger from his leg, ready to give himself the last dignity.

Who knows, just after the appearance of the worms.

The skinners, suddenly gave up on them.

In his eyes, the grasshoppers flying from the sky were much more attractive than theirs.

Not to mention, the old Jianghu who lost his skin didn't have a few words of wailing, and skin suddenly grew on his body.

It's a bloody suit!

The resentful girl went up, and he quickly became the appearance of the resentful girl.

The skinner, the skinner, set his eyes on the resentful girl again.

At this moment, suddenly, there was an amazing roar, and all these monsters were ready to move.

The county magistrate stopped, and so did the old rivers and lakes, they saw that the back mountain in the distance was still burning, but the burning flames turned into wisps of green.

Green flames.

There is not a trace of heat.

On the contrary, it became extremely cold, and in this coldness, invisible ripples continued to spread, bringing out a strange smell.

Zong Yang smelled this smell and felt that this smell was like the smell of sachets at home.

His family would wear a sachet for their children every year, and on the New Year of each year, Zong Yang would be able to meet his father, who was an extremely dignified man.

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He never smiled, so for Zong Yang, this smell is the smell of reunion!

He hallucinated!