When he ran out of the door, he heard them talking.

It was not the village chief who disappeared, it was another child.

I sat on a chair with my eyes closed and a cigarette in my mouth, and I sighed as I looked at the seven or eight cigarette butts on the ground.

His mouth was chattering, and everyone stopped talking and looked at him with bated breath.

The air around them seemed to freeze.

When he opened his eyes, he stood up and pointed to the mountain in the distance, which I had never been to, but I had heard that as long as there was a dead person in the village, he would be buried on that mountain.

This time, he asked me to follow, so I took two bottles of water and a few fruits and kicked them in my pocket.

He followed the people up the mountain.

The days in the rainy season are always not clear, and the dense woods are shading, and the sunlight is pitiful, and the master mutters something in his mouth with a flashlight.

I took out the fruit and distributed it to the villagers behind me.

They were all stunned when they looked at the fruit in my hand, and after glancing at each other, one of them seemed to be thirsty and immediately grabbed a fruit.

The others didn't care when they saw this.

Of course I know what they are afraid of, my mother is mentally ill, and everyone in the village knows it.

They thought I was crazy in my womb, and they didn't dare to have much contact with me.

The further I walked in, I only felt that it was getting colder and colder, and I felt hairy in my heart when I rubbed my hands.

Countless birds flew through the air, their cries desolate and glorious.

I knew that kid must be unlucky.

It wasn't until the afternoon that we crossed the mountain, and looking at the graves around me, I was a little flustered and my heart was pounding.

He stopped, and I followed his gaze and saw a child fall on the grave.

He was hit on the head, and my heart thumped at the sight of the blood on the tombstone.

The child's father rushed forward to pick up the child, and I was stunned when I saw the body.

The heart is missing again, could it be that it was taken out by a wolf again, what wolf will only eat people's hearts and not other places.

Like Xiaoguang, his expression was distorted, and the horror in his eyes was unbelievable, and it was unbelievable that there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Several people carried the body down the mountain, and when they got home, it was already dark.

Two teenagers had already died, and I stood in front of the iron bed looking at the corpses.

This time it was his head that needed to be stitched up, and due to the intense impact, his skull was cracked, and he looked inside with a white flower.

I almost threw up at that glance.

Holding my chest, I walked over to the drawer, looking at the different incense from before, and I was a little puzzled.

When did you change the incense?

I took three dots and put them at the head of the bed.

I turned around to look for something else, and the more I looked for it, the more confused I became.

The smell of this incense was a bit peculiar, my head became more and more groggy, and the scene in front of me gradually blurred.

Shaking my head to try to bring myself back to my senses, I turned my head to look at the burning incense, and I finally knew what was going on.

Staring at the three incense sticks, the ghosts continued to superimpose, and there seemed to be a handful of incense sticks at the head of the bed.

As soon as I took a step, I threw myself on the ground and lost consciousness.

The pain in my heart hit me, and when I opened my eyes, the scene around me was very unfamiliar.

Different bottles and cans, old books, I was tied to a chair in the dim light.

A knife was plunged into my shoulder, blood dripping down my arm and on the ground, and I gritted my teeth in pain.

Looking up, a man wearing a mask was clumsy, and his eyes were full of ill will.

"What are you going to do?" I struggled, writhing as I fought against the pain in my shoulder.

"I advise you to be honest, when the blood is dry, you will die." He looked at me coldly, exuding a dangerous aura and a knife to my neck.

A cold sensation came from my neck, and the glowing light of the knife almost scared my soul away.

What kind of hatred and what kind of grudge, why do you want to kill me?

At that moment, I suddenly saw two jars, jars with hearts.

It turns out that Xiaoguang and the child's death are related to the person in front of me, and now I am also going to have my heart gouged out?

The masked man stepped aside, as if noticing my gaze, and he came to the cabinet and took the jar and examined it carefully: "Can you recognize whose hearts these two are?" ”

Ignoring me, I lowered my head, and there were words written on the ground in blood that I couldn't read.

There is a circle in the center, a large circle in the middle, three small circles on the outside, and seven large circles in the outermost layer.

The more I look at it, the more familiar it becomes, and I am shocked, I know this formation.

I heard that this is the Seven Evil Soul Locking Array, which is the most vicious formation.

Guarded by the seven evil spirits, the ghosts and spirits, the souls of the dead detained in the circle are devoured and destroyed night after night until the souls are scattered.

What a deep hatred actually tortures the souls of the dead!

This formation also requires the sacrifice of three people, that is, the hearts of three people as an introduction, and one of the three hearts must be the human heart of the extreme yin personality born on the lunar day of the lunar year.

The Yin Heart is the key to the formation.

The masked man took two jars and placed the heart in the two circles in the middle, and the missing heart was mine.

Gasping for air, I fumbled with my hands behind my back as a sharp nail bent out of the back of my chair.

Watching the masked man's every move, I carefully cut the rope with a nail.

The feeling of bondage in my hands disappeared little by little, and my heart became more confident.

With two flicks of my wrist, I mustered up the courage to pick up the knife on the table next to me and pounced on the masked man.

The rickety's body retreated again and again, and the masked man didn't seem to expect me to fight back.

His wizened hands gripped my wrists, and I pressed the knife in front of his eyes with all my strength, just closely.

Just then, the masked man kicked me in the shin, and the knife in my hand stabbed me unsuspectingly.

The mask man's mask shattered in response, and pieces fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

One foot stepped on my hand and ravaged repeatedly, I gritted my teeth and looked up, and that familiar face met my eyes.

The person who wants to kill me is actually the village chief!

After the two hearts were placed, a figure appeared in the middle circle, and it was a short-haired woman.

Her face was haggard, covered in wounds, and her figure gradually dimmed.

The moment I saw the figure, I was completely blinded.

Is this my mom? It's exactly the same as the woman in the photo my father gave me, and my father said that my mother gave birth to me and ran away and died in the mountains.

The undead tortured by this formation are like human beings suffering a thousand cuts, they will not die immediately, but will slowly dry up their lives!

Moreover, the formation requires that the caster must have a very high mana, otherwise it will not be able to drive the Seven Demons to lock the soul at all.

How many things are the village chief hiding!

Why did he torture my mom?

"Boy, look at that woman, familiar, it's your crazy mother." The village chief smiled and grabbed my hair and looked into my eyes, "If your mother hadn't killed my son back then, how could our Li family be dead?" ”

I looked at the knife not far away, stretched out my hand and tried to reach it, but was kicked away by the village chief.

At that moment, the door was kicked open, and a blinding light shone on my face, preventing me from opening my eyes.

"What are you going to do to my grandson!"