The screams came, and everyone in the temporary camp stood up with a "hula"!

The warriors even grabbed their weapons and looked at the surrounding night with vigilant faces.

"Don't-uh-"

Another mournful pleading voice came, and before the words were finished, they came to an abrupt end.

Mo Chuan raised his eyes and saw that the houses in the village were stacked like tombs in the dark night, quiet as the night breeze, the air was cold and dry, and there was no trace of evil in sight.

As he watched, the Najaja village gradually became lively.

One by one, the lights came on.

Faintly, you can still hear the shouts and inquiries of the villagers.

and the crying of babies.

"Sugan, go check on the sentinel."

"Lao Liu, go to the village to see what happened?"

"Everyone put out the campfires and silence them!"

“……”

Fu Meng was obviously very experienced, and orders were issued in an orderly manner.

The huge caravan also quickly turned into a state of alert.

As the bonfire goes out, darkness descends, and the caravan melts into the darkness as if it were transformed from prey to hunter.

The horizon was shrouded in a faint blue light.

"Immortal Chief, do you always see that there are bandits?"

Fu Meng leaned over to Mo Chuan and asked cautiously.

"Nope."

"Is that a demon?"

"Judging from the cultivation of the poor Dao, there should be none."

Fu Meng breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

At this time, the night breeze also brought the sound of the village becoming more and more lively.

It sounds like a husband and wife fighting, and it looks like the villagers are clashing.

All kinds of shouting, swearing, angry shouting...... And so on.

After a while, a figure approached the camp, and after a shout to identify itself, it was put into the camp.

If you take a closer look, it is Lao Liu who was sent to investigate the situation.

"Damn, I'm scared to death grandpa, a doll hit the evil, full of nonsense, and is about to pour gold juice to destroy the evil!"

Lao Liu scolded and reported.

Obviously, it was easy to eat a mouthful of hot rice, but I was disturbed by this, and I was naturally very annoyed.

"Whew—that's good, that's good!"

Fu Meng thought of what Mo Chuan said, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Immortal Chief, can you have dinner?"

"Don't worry about me."

Fumeng breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and complimented him a few words, and then shouted at the caravan:

"Strengthen vigilance tonight, don't raise a bonfire, don't eat enough to eat dry food, damn it, pickled shrews don't sprinkle in the morning, don't sprinkle in the evening, but wait until Lao Tzu's convoy comes to sprinkle, when Lao Tzu is He Louzi?"

A sentence of He Louzi made all the dissatisfaction in the camp disappear in an instant.

Mo Chuan guessed something, but still asked curiously.

It turned out that He Louzi was also a foot merchant who traveled in the middle of the grassland, and once set up camp and suddenly broke into an outsider.

The man was dressed in rags and covered in blood, and claimed to have been attacked by wolves, and he had escaped by getting into the wagon.

However, unfortunately, the space of the truck was limited, and he did not hide in one leg and was gnawed by the wolves.

The pain is so bad that I faint and wake up, wake up and die again, which can be described as miserable.

It wasn't until the wolves left and heard the voice of Helouzi's caravan that they crawled over.

When He Louzi heard this, he sent people to follow the bloodstains that this person crawled over, and sure enough, he found a caravan in disarray.

He Louzi was overjoyed and sent someone to pull the cart overnight.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the bandits attacked, and the caravan was almost wiped out.

It was only when one driver was lucky enough to escape that the story spread.

After everyone's analysis, most of the people who are scheming are lame, which is not uncommon on the grassland, and it is normal to see clearly at night when the lights are dark.

Perhaps, that person is ruthless enough to tear open the wound directly, and it is not impossible.

Mo Chuan sighed after hearing this.

I remember seeing a group of ruthless news about smashing a broken foot bone and hitting porcelain continuously.

But what's the point of setting up a game with something that collides with evil?

It's impossible for a caravan to rush over just because there's a bustle to see, right?

Also, since it is an evil spirit, how can there be no demonic energy?

As his thoughts flowed, he quietly left behind a ghost puppet and quietly fled towards the village.

……

……

In the dark night, countless villagers held torches, illuminating the small mud-filled courtyard as if it were day.

Several strong men pressed a girl about seven or eight years old, or maybe twelve or thirteen years old, into the courtyard.

The girl looked thin and withered, but her strength was amazing, and she broke free from the shackles of the villagers several times.

"Let go of me, I'm not evil!"

"I'm Ying'er Niang!"

"Jiafu, you are a brute, you dare to do it daughter, you are shameless......"

"Whew...... Whoop......"

"Aunt Li, you, do you remember me? I also asked you to borrow two or two meters, have you forgotten? ”

The girl struggled hoarsely, begging for mercy or justifying, and from time to time she called out to the surrounding villagers.

However, those named all looked ugly.

Especially the man named "Jiafu", his face was full of sadness, muttering something "crazy" and "meritorious deeds".

"Here comes the golden juice......"

Suddenly, a shout made the villagers breathe a sigh of relief.

"Quick, pour it!"

Everyone shouted one after another, and it seemed very familiar.

Then I saw an old man, carrying a dung scoop made of melon scoops, walking towards the girl.

"No—"

"You're all brutes, brutes......"

"Uncle, I'm Ying'er's mother!"

When she saw the girl scooping dung, her expression became more and more frightened, and she struggled desperately, cursing, and pleading.

However, this still could not change her fate of being poured gold juice.

There was a layer of fermented green foam of feces floating, and it was poured into the girl's face and poured into the girl's mouth and nose.

"Gross-"

The girl immediately vomited.

However, there was so much gold juice that she had to swallow it, and with a "grunt", the villagers who were so disgusting that they pressed the girl couldn't help but retch.

They no longer had the intention of suppressing the girl and dispersed.

After pouring the golden juice, the girl stopped struggling, and her crazy expression gradually calmed down.

Instead, he showed an irrepressible look of fear.

She looked blankly at the villagers holding torches around her, and the flickering firelight dragged out shadows of teeth and claws, as if demonic claws were choking her throat, so that she couldn't help but stretch out her fingers, pull out her throat, and retched desperately.

"Alright, alright!"

"Alas! When is it a head? ”

"Yingzi Niang, don't come, what do you think the baby has been tossed into by you?"

Seeing this, some of the surrounding villagers cheered, some shook their heads and sighed, and even more unbearable.

"Hey, I remember that there is a Taoist priest in the caravan in the village today, do you want to look for him?" A villager proposed.

"Do you have any money?" A taunt came.

"Then you can't watch Yingzi being tossed to death by her mother, right?"

"Why don't you ask the price first, what if you can't get a few dollars?"

The sound of chattering sounded in the small courtyard.

As everyone knows, the Taoist priest in their mouth is suspended in the night sky, looking at the vomiting girl in the courtyard expressionlessly.

There is no demonic spirit;

There is no evil;

Not possessed;

There are also no Yuan Qi fluctuations.

He couldn't see the slightest trace of external interference on the female baby, even if he was refining the gods out of his body, escaping into the void, and looking at the void.

"Could it be really crazy?"

Mo Chuan frowned secretly, watching the girl tremble all over, curled up like a shrimp, sighed secretly, flicked his fingers, and crossed a wisp of Yuan Qi away.

He thought about it, landed on the edge of the village, and whispered a spell, casting the land god spell.

Suddenly, the divine mind borrowed the power of heaven and earth to sweep ten miles and eight directions, but in an instant, a rabbit spirit hidden in the ground came into his mind.

"That's you!"

Mo Chuan retracted his thoughts and detained the rabbit essence.

(End of chapter)