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Great Xia Dynasty.

Western Frontier, Sub-Hour.

The night was thick, winding over the heavens and the earth, and the bright moon was hidden behind the rolling black clouds, vaguely illuminating the dead trees that had been decapitated like bones on the western land.

In the dark and distant mountains and forests, a subtle and terrifying wail was heard, melted into the wind and rain, and flowed to all corners of the world.

"Tonight's night seems to be a little earlier than ever."

Fengqing Village, in a family.

The black-robed young man stood in front of the window, looking at the night sky with puzzled eyes.

His name is Xu Mu, and he is the night watchman of Fengqing Village, and he knows the time when the strange night happens.

The so-called strange night means that in the middle of the night, darkness floats down from the sky, and after it is contaminated with all things, countless creatures will mutate and become monsters or strange ghosts. For the sake of the world.

In the four years that Xu Mu was on an errand, the time of the strange night happened for four years, and there was never a deviation, but today, the strange night came early, what does this symbolize?

The young man's eyes flashed with solemnity, and he left the window, put on his hat, pinned the hunting knife into his waist, and finally picked up the lantern and brass bell in the corner.

His movements were concise, his steps were steady, he turned and pushed the door open, and walked into the rainy night.

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"Bodhisattva bless, Bodhisattva bless ......"

At the same time, in Fengqing Village, there was a crop man huddled in the corner of the house, tremblingly reciting the Buddha's words.

Outside his courtyard, a group of dead ghosts gathered, banging frantically on the locked gate, trying to rush in and eat him alive.

So Zhao Dayong could only chant Buddha and pray that he would not be eaten.

But the exorcism copper bells hanging in front of the door are about to knock the copper wall out of the sparks, and they can't get rid of them, so what use can the Buddha who is far away in the west heaven do?

"Little Brother Xu, help!"

Listening to the movement in front of the door getting louder and louder, because of fear, Zhao Dayong couldn't help but howl, but it was this voice that made the ghosts outside the door fall into madness.

Boom!

The door was slammed open, and the strange spirits rushed towards the house, the man's lips turned white, and the shadow of death hung over his heart.

It seems that no one can save him, because the fastest one of the strangers has already hit his hand on the wall outside the window!

But then, a man came into the alley.

He was dressed in a hat, wearing a black robe, and carrying a lantern and a brass bell on his left and right hands.

"Order!"

The black-robed young man opened his mouth and drank violently into the courtyard, like thunder, so that the withered faces of those strange ghosts showed a little panic at the same time.

"The ghost of the green plague in the east, the ghost of the black plague in the north, the rotting wood in the pond, the lonely soul of Chaoru, must be arrested urgently, and it cannot be stopped for a long time!"

The young man's expression was solemn, and he recited an ancient charm in his mouth, and the words were round and round, and his voice was like a bell.

Rumble ——!

The brass bell in his right hand shook, and all the bells in the village became neat, and the sound waves were like the drums of soldiers before the battle, shaking through the sky.

Listening to the bell, the strangers felt that they were going to be locked up in hell in the next second, and fled to the street in a hurry, as if they wanted to fight together.

But the young man just shook his right hand, and the qi in his body surged, and the big red lantern he was carrying suddenly shot out a dazzling golden light, piercing the thick black fog.

The moonlight shone again on Fengqing Village, and also on the bodies of those strange ghosts, so suddenly white smoke rose everywhere, and the bodies of the strange ghosts burned red like firewood baked by the sun.

For a while, the screams filled the sky.

The ghosts couldn't resist, so they could only hug their heads and run away, and the black-robed young man's face did not change, holding a lantern and shaking a bell, killing these monsters one by one.

After a few moments, the golden light faded and the bell sounded faintly.

And so the battle ended.

So on the mountain far away from Fengqing Village, there was an unknown man who smashed the flute in his hand and left angrily.

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"Huh? I'm not dead! ”

In Fengqing Village, it seems that a long time has passed, Zhao Dayong opened his eyes with difficulty, and closed the window tremblingly, the gate was open, and the courtyard was empty.

The golden light outside the door gradually faded, and a black robe walked slowly, looking at the familiar back, the man was suddenly excited:

"Brother Xu, he saved me!"

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The strange ghosts were dispersed, the sound of the rain gradually decreased, the wind stopped, and the yin qi that shrouded Fengqing Village slowly subsided, which meant that tonight's strange night might be coming to an end.

But no one in the village dared to make a sound.

So on the street, there was only the black-robed night watchman with a red lantern.

The young man put away the magic weapon, took out a gong from his arms, struck it four times in a row in a hurry, and said: "The wind and rain are gradually slowing down, the ghosts are retreating, and tonight is safe!" ”

Tick ——。

The raindrops slipped down the brim of his hat and fell into the puddle at his feet, and Xu Mu announced the end of the night as usual, and slowly put away the gong.

On the street, Xu Mu's face rose with a touch of tiredness, and he was also a little puzzled.

Tonight's strange ghost seems to be much crazier than before, and his actions seem to have a pattern, and he is not even afraid of the sound of the exorcism copper bell?

"It's weird, you say yes, Charles."

I don't know who he was talking to, Xu Mu asked with a yawn, he looked up, and the moonlight shone down, and he could see a delicate and immature face.

He wasn't really curious about the strange ghost, and he had this problem, and it was only because he knew that he was about to faint and fall asleep, so he wanted to say a few more words.

With a sound of space, a string of white data streams suddenly appeared behind Xu Mu, and it floated and was silent.

"I said, Charles, in ten breaths, you won't see me until tomorrow, don't you answer me?"

10, 9, 8, 7, 6......

Seconds passed, and the shadow still didn't speak.

Things seemed to be wrong, Xu Mu squinted his eyes and turned back.

His gaze passed through Charles's translucent body, and he saw a terrible ghost with a hideous face.

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