Ji Shang looked down at his feet, and the sludge stained on his shoes seemed to come to life, slowly squirming along his trouser legs.

Intense discomfort instantly welled up in his heart, and he suddenly recalled the fear he had when he had taken the palm-like leech from his lap after swimming in the river as a child.

At that time, he even thought that the leech had injected countless eggs into his body, and when he had absorbed enough blood, it would break out.

And now, the mud seems to be doing the same thing.......

He hurriedly took off his shoes and stepped back onto the ridges, but the solid ridges were now as fragile as weathered sand, and with each step he sank back into the mud.

This is a rice field in September.

Anyone with agricultural knowledge should know that the soil in the rice fields this month has already dried out, and it is impossible to step on the mud as it did at the beginning of spring and summer.

Postal Form.

It's the hell it is.

Ji Shang's legs gradually stopped obeying, and the peasants behind him were getting closer and closer.

The farmer's hoe that rushed to the front smashed in front of Ji Shang, and the splash of muddy water threw himself all over him.

Taking advantage of the gap between the hoe being stuck in the mud, Ji Shang resisted, kicked the farmer over, snatched the hoe in his hand and carried it in his hand.

After hesitating for less than a second, he turned his hoe and slammed it into the top of the farmer's head with the wooden handle!

"Buzz ........"

The dull sound signaled how heavy the blow was, but the peasant was stunned for a moment, and then rushed forward with his teeth and claws again.

This will not work!

I'm afraid that the option of "knocking out" does not exist in front of the possessed peasants.

Now it's not themselves who control their bodies, it's the fox spirits!

Unless killed with a stick.

Are you kidding!

Ji Shang raised his hand and threw the hoe far away, then turned around again and kicked the farmer down.

Under the control of the fox spirits, their reaction speed was significantly slower.

If this were not the case, Ji Shang would have been pounced on by the peasants who came together.

However, such a stalemate is destined to work against itself.

The mud beneath my feet has become more and more viscous, and it won't be long before I can walk an inch.

What's worse is that all in front of him are golden rice, and the road that was originally close at hand, but he no longer knows where it has gone.

There is only foam in front of me, and the ridge will collapse when you step on it.

It seems that he has been trapped in this rice field.

Food, which once symbolized a good harvest and hope, has now become an invisible killer.

He didn't know what was hidden behind the dense rice grains, maybe it was a ghost who chose to devour people, maybe it was a poisonous water snake, maybe it was a maggot on the tarsal bones, maybe it was a toad spitting slime.......

Or, just pure, unknown fear.

That's the power of the post.

It's incomparably chicken, but if the environment is right, it's extremely lethal.

Ji Shang took out the funeral umbrella from the tennis bag behind his back and opened it, but the mud under his feet did not react at all.

Sure enough, with the current ability of this umbrella, it is still completely inadequate for a postman with a hint of godhead.

Is it really necessary to raise the umbrella above the heads of the possessed innocents, as the Great Plague says?

Pinched Male, I knew to call the police in advance!

Who knew this fox could do everything like this!

Ji Shang struggled to move on, and the funeral umbrella he had taken out was taken back into his bag, and his long-established morality would never allow him to exchange the lives of innocent people for his own livelihood.

This is not the Virgin, but the most basic conscience.

Moreover, the plan proposed by the Great Disaster is definitely not the only solution.

---- this app has never been like a good one.

The consciousness of breaking the jar took effect again, and Ji Shang secretly said in his heart:

Can a living person suffocate urine? It's a big deal to set this rice field on fire!

I don't believe that your poster card that has just crawled out of the grave can be more resistant to burning than me!

----Wait a minute.

Ignition?

“....... The hair of the fox spirit will produce a strong hallucination when ignited, and it may have an indescribable effect at some moments......."

Ji Shang suddenly thought of the handful of hair in the tennis bag behind him, he didn't hesitate at all, he took out his bag with one hand and the other pocket, and almost instantly lit the fire!

"-----"

A terrible roar came out of nowhere, the original hair was burned, and the wandering fox spirit had almost gone mad.

Ji Shang held his breath and threw the hair in his hand onto the dry ridge, and in the blink of an eye, the hair was completely burned.

Then, a wisp of green smoke rose and quickly spread throughout the wheat field under the blowing of dinner.

The few peasants who stumbled towards him all stopped.

They seemed to be struggling, their bodies shaking like epilepsy.

Immediately afterwards, the illusion overcame the possession and control of the fox spirit, and Ji Shang watched those farmers and began to make a series of strange movements in front of him.

Someone took off his pants, then quickly put them back on, and the cycle continued.

Some people bent down and buried their heads in the paddy fields, and only then did they suddenly raise their heads until they were almost suffocated.

Someone grabbed the rice and nibbled on it, and the sharp thorns cut through the tongue, and blood flowed everywhere.

Others stood indifferently in place, slowly circling around the others.......

All movements are extremely stiff and repeated in a very mechanical manner.

It's really insane.

---- no, according to the experience he learned in the popular law program, this is more like a big reaction.

Okay, strong hallucinations, dare to love this way??

Ji Shang didn't care about sighing, and took advantage of the gap when several people were trapped by hallucinations, he hurriedly staggered away from them, and at this time, the mobile phone in his pocket vibrated again.

"Using the remnants of the fox spirit to deal with the fox spirit, this is probably a trick that only the Dust Bone Man can come up with."

"Of course, this isn't your first attempt, isn't it your first attempt to live in the four intersections of the ghost that you used to send a funeral umbrella to subdue?"

"It's just that even a standout man can't be lucky forever."

"The hallucinations produced by the fox elf's fur can only be maintained for a short time, but the divine power of the postage watch is almost infinite."

"When the illusion is lifted, the fox spirit will regain possession of the farmer's body and become an ally of the postman again."

"They will trap you in this rice field until the mud covers your whole body, until the harvest of rice clogs your mouth and nose, until the leeches and eels in the rice field completely eat your flesh and blood......."

"You will become the nutrients of the earth, nourish this fertile soil, and give birth to new seedlings."

"Now, you're running out of time."

"Dust Bone Man, perhaps, you should indeed learn to be a cold-blooded grave keeper......."