"Kid! You, your nails? ”

The sound of autumn cicadas screaming came from the candle-lit hut, and she looked at her son who stood up in disbelief, his face becoming hideous, and his hands grew sharp claws.

"Liu, Liu Shan, run quickly!"

Qiu Chan was obviously frightened, and pulled Liu Shan back a few steps to block in front of him and shouted anxiously.

And Zhou Fan, who was silent, was also in a somewhat complicated mood at the moment.

He is not Liu Shan, but Qiu Cicada is Qiu Cicada.

"Don't be afraid! He's actually trying to scare us away! ”

"If my guess is correct, the outside of the village should be the most dangerous."

"Staying in the village will not be life-threatening, but as long as you go out of the village, what is outside at night should be life-threatening."

Even when Zhou Fan saw the little boy change greatly, his expression was still very calm, but he comforted and explained to the autumn cicada in front of him.

"Boom! It's dangerous outside the village, don't you think I'm not dangerous? ”

The little boy's body suddenly became distorted, his eyes were full of scarlet blood and fangs, and he looked like a demon, staring at Zhou Fan with a strange smile and asking.

"Yes! You're not dangerous! ”

Zhou Fan pulled the trembling autumn cicada behind him, still staring at the mutated little boy calmly.

And as his words fell, a pair of blood-colored claws had landed on his neck in the blink of an eye.

The cold, biting tips of their claws had pierced through his flesh, and it seemed that it only took a slight force to penetrate his neck.

"Don't!"

The autumn cicada behind Zhou Fan screamed in fright, but was tightly held by Zhou Fan's hand to protect him.

"Kill!"

"If I'm not mistaken, death will leave here!"

"Of course, being killed by those things in the darkness outside the village is an exception!"

Zhou Fan still looked at the little boy with a hideous face calmly, and looked at the claws that pierced the flesh with indifference.

"I'll admit you're smart, but this time you're probably wrong!"

The little boy showed a hideous sneer, raised the sharp claw that pierced Zhou Fan's neck, and stabbed down fiercely the moment it was raised.

"Don't!"

"Bang!"

"Poof!"

Suddenly, Autumn Cicada screamed and threw the stool in his hand at the little boy.

The stool smashed directly into his head, and the little boy's paw was aimed at him, and the smash of the bench pierced his throat.

And just like that, the little boy fell in a pool of blood.

Qiu Cicada stood in shock with a bench, unable to recover for a while.

Zhou Fan, who was waiting for death to come, also unexpectedly died the little boy himself.

Looking at the corpse lying in a pool of blood, he couldn't help frowning.

"I, I killed our son with my own hands?"

Qiu Cicada held the bench and exclaimed in disbelief!

As the bench slammed down, she almost fell.

Fortunately, Zhou Fan quickly supported her so that she would not fall.

"You're saving me!"

"Moreover, he is not our son, don't feel guilty!"

Zhou Fan looked at Qiu Cicada with a complicated expression and comforted her!

Then, he handed her a dagger hidden at his waist.

"It may be a little cruel and difficult for you to accept, but I really don't belong here with him."

"He should have died on purpose, because only when the body here dies can he be alive in the outside world."

"So, I want you to give me a ride!"

Zhou Fan looked at Qiu Cicada with a complicated expression, he didn't want to live up to this woman who had a night of love.

But after all, this is just a dream, and when you wake up from the dream, the autumn cicada will no longer exist.

"No, no!"

"I don't want you to leave me!"

"You stay! I beg you......"

When Qiu Chan heard Zhou Fan's words, she hugged him in panic, for fear that he would also leave him.

She has lost her son and cannot afford to lose her husband again.

"Good! Don't cry! ”

"As long as you have us in your heart, maybe we will meet again one day!"

"I'm more afraid of pain, and I can't do it if I stab myself to death!"

"Can you help me?"

Zhou Fan gave Qiu Cicada a hug, reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, grabbed her trembling hand holding the dagger, and asked for help with a smile.

But Qiu Chan always shook his head and hugged Zhou Fan tightly, afraid of losing him again.

"Hey!"

Zhou Fan, who had been silent for a long time, finally sighed, and the moment his hand grabbed Qiu Cicada's arm, he sent it himself, and finally fell into her arms.

"Don't! Don't! ”

"Why are you so stupid!"

Qiu Chan looked at Zhou Fan who fell in her arms, and her eyes were already soaked with tears.

She has lost her son and now her husband.

In the village of Nuoda, it seems that she is the only one left.

The mournful voice resounded through the earthen tile house, blending into the bleak silence of the night......

......

......

In the dim darkness of the night, a spectacular mountain cliff is full of dense caves, and the caves are not deep enough to see the end.

In each of the caves that looked like latticework, there was a statue of a clay figure sitting cross-legged.

There are thousands of clay figurines in thousands of caves, and these clay figurines, both male and female, are as vivid as if they were real people.

"Click!"

"Click......"

Just inside the thousands of clay figurines, a clay statue that looked like a teenager suddenly made a crisp sound.

Immediately afterward, the mud statue actually moved, and all the dry mud covering his body also fell with a bang at this moment.

"Where is this?"

The mud statue opened its eyes and looked at the somewhat unfamiliar environment around it, and couldn't help but look suspicious.

The person who woke up was naturally Zhou Fan, and he couldn't help but look at his body as he looked at the soil that fell under his feet.

"I'm sealed in a clay figurine?"

Zhou Fan, who was muttering secretly, tried to urge the forbidden qi in the dantian, and took out the bone whip in the blink of an eye.

After discovering that the forbidden weapons in his body could be invoked, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and cautiously walked out of the cave.

Soon, he noticed the cliffs beneath his feet, and the honeycomb-like caves on the mirror-like cliffs.

He disappeared in the blink of an eye, reappearing in another cave beside him.

I saw that there was a clay figure in the cave that looked like an old man, which looked vivid and vivid, as if it was printed out of a large living human mold.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the bone whip in Zhou Fan's hand hit the clay figure and shattered it in the blink of an eye.

Soon, a shriveled old man's corpse fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

With a vigilant face, he instantly swung a bone whip to wrap around the corpse, and after approaching and examining it carefully, he found that the old man had been dead for a long time, and there was no longer the slightest life in his body.

He stared at the old man's shriveled corpse and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Not long after, he left the cave again and searched around.

Inside the caves that look like Buddhist shrines, there is a clay figurine.

Inside each clay figure was a shriveled corpse, which had long since lost the slightest bit of life.

What made Zhou Fan a little suspicious was that the dead people were not only wearing modern clothes, but also wearing ancient costumes.

Moreover, there are many people wearing different costumes, some men and women, but they do not see children.

Those who die inside the clay figurines are likely trapped in the dream and unable to wake up in time, which causes the physical body to be lost and left in the dream forever.

As he leaped around to investigate, he saw many familiar faces.

Those people were all villagers in the village, and it turned out that they were all trapped in the dream village and stayed there forever.

Thinking that he almost couldn't wake up, Zhou Fan couldn't help but feel a little afraid.

"If the villagers in the village are all trapped clay figurines, does that mean that the autumn cicada may actually be one of the clay figurines?"

"Autumn Cicada, Autumn Cicada, the mother of the No. 3 coffin seems to be called Autumn Cicada, and her son seems to be a shepherd boy, is there any connection between this?"

Zhou Fan, who was secretly muttering and thinking, was a little hesitant in his heart for a while.

He was a little afraid to see the corpse of the autumn cicada, and even more frightened of the autumn cicada in the dream realm, that is, how should he face the female trick autumn cicada he had seen when the time comes?

With a lot of thoughts, he frowned for a while and stood in place in thought.

"Zhang Qian seems to have come in too, why didn't she meet her in the dream?"

"Since the Ghost King woke up first, why didn't he kill me first, who still hadn't woken up yet?"

Zhou Fan, who walked to the entrance of the cave, looked at the silent stone wall, frowned slightly, and had thousands of questions in his heart.

But there are some things that are useless to think about.

He took out a flying machine directly from the space of the Skull Seal.

After standing on the aircraft and holding down the remote control to turn on the light, he flew out of the cave and hovered outside the cave.

Immediately after, he began to search in rows, searching for the clay figures of Zhang Qian or the Ghost King and the Autumn Cicada.

Thousands of Buddha shrines and caves, clay figures are almost dazzling to see.

During this long time, it seems that a lot of people have come in here.

But why no one went out, only the ghost king was able to escape, which is puzzling.

With a lot of thoughts and countless suspicions, he finally found a broken clay figure when he flew halfway up the mountain.

It's just that there is no one in the clay figure, and it is difficult to identify who it is from the shattered statue.

He had a bad premonition in his heart, and he couldn't help but fly out of the cave with some anxiety to continue searching.

After searching for a while, he found another shattered clay figurine.

The face is still intact, and you can see that this is an old man, and this old man doesn't need to guess to know that it is likely to be the ghost king.

"Ghost King!"

"Where did you arrest Zhang Qian?"

The loud voice suddenly resounded through the cliffs, echoing in bursts of echoes.

But no one answered him, and the entire cliff was quiet and only his own voice could be heard.

Beyond the cliff is a desolate scorched black forest, where the fog is so vast that you can't see clearly, and you don't know if there is danger.

Sitting still is naturally not Zhou Fan's character.

He quickly swept over and took a cursory look at all the cliffs, and after not finding the clay figures of Zhang Qian and Qiu Cicada, he couldn't help but look at the scorched black forest behind him.

Zhou Fan, who raised his hand, suddenly integrated his divine thoughts into the skull seal, and he wanted to sense Zhang Qian's breath through the skull seal.

But soon, he opened his eyes with a somewhat ugly face and cursed secretly.

He couldn't sense Zhang Qian's location, and a mysterious force isolated his senses.

And the person who knows that the skeleton seals have a subtle connection with each other, and can sense each other and actively cut off the senses can only be the ghost king.

"Humph! You think I won't be able to find her that way? ”

"Innocent!"

Zhou Fan also seemed to be completely annoyed, and after snorting coldly, he directly controlled the aircraft and swept into the scorched black forest.