Looking at the whining crowd in front of me, I immediately understood.

This is the missing person that Liang Hai said.

They're not missing, they're dead and detained!

It wasn't until I saw the Taoist priest in the yellow robe that those uneasy emotions began to become stronger.

The person who can wear this garment is at least one of the eight great scripture masters.

Generally speaking, this person has practiced in the Taoist sect for at least a few decades, and he is familiar with the scriptures and mantras to the bones, otherwise he will not pass the test at all.

Such a strong person is now an ownerless and lonely soul here.

It seems that this group of guys is even more dangerous than I thought.

At this point, I had been dragged to a high platform, which was boxy and like a ring.

As soon as I looked up, there were several tables facing the ring, but there was a layer of red cloth on them, and the contents were not real.

Good fellow, this shouldn't be an execution ground, is it?

The night was thick and misty.

The red silk tied me up into a rice dumpling, and I was pressed to the execution ground.

Zhang Ertu sat on the wooden mound next to him, holding the wine jar in one hand and the ghost head knife in the other.

"Bang!"

Just then, another figure suddenly knelt beside me.

I tilted my head and saw that this person was not very old, estimated to be around twenty years old, and he was wearing a blue-gray Taoist robe.

Judging from the clothes, this person's status level is much lower.

When he knelt on the ground, the whole person cried a handful of snot and tears, and the big snot flowed to his mouth and he didn't know how to pull it back, which was a miserable one.

I tilted my head to look at him and whispered, "Oops, buddy."

I shouted several times before he turned his head.

I pointed to Zhang Ertu next to me with my eyes: "You were also arrested by him?"

He looked into my eyes, as if he had conducted electricity: "Mom!"

After a terrible howl, he was already lying on the ground, unable to get up.

Ay.

I didn't need to ask him.

I looked around, there were many onlookers in the audience, but there was only one Zhang Ertu on the execution ground.

It seems that the situation is so bad.

I knelt on the ground and moved to him like a crab, "Don't cry yet, maybe we won't die."

"Can't die yet? I'm dead!"

"When I entered the Dao Gate, I wanted to kill demons, who the would have thought of letting a ghost kill me?"

……

This kid's mouth is also quite broken, and he doesn't care if I pick up the stubble or not, and he has been talking about himself for a long time.

Taking advantage of Zhang Ertu's inattention, I bumped into him again: "What are you howling? You're crying to death now, and he shouldn't delay killing you!"

These words more or less helped, at least it made him snot go back.

I leaned into his ear and whispered, "How long have you been here?"

"Three days, and today is the fourth day!"

"Huh? Didn't you say you wouldn't live for three days?"

"How do I know? Wouldn't it be nice to live one more day?"

Seeing that he was getting excited again, I quickly stopped: "Then tell me, what have you found here?"

"This is a group of evil ghosts, occupying the chassis and not leaving, the bandits inside the ghosts!"

This is too vague to be of any use at all.

"Bell!"

Suddenly, a gong hanging over the execution ground was struck.

I don't know what that means, but it's definitely not a good thing.

I couldn't help but speed up my words: "As long as you listen to me, you can live."

"What's the matter?"

"In a while, you will find a way to get some blood out of your body, rub it on me, and I will let you live."

This is indeed my killer weapon, as long as I touch someone else's blood, I can immediately mobilize the qi in my body.

However, he just smiled disdainfully at my solid advice.

"Blood on the tip of the tongue? Too pediatric, right? My master set up an exorcism array and ordered the thirty-six star monarchs, but he was also killed?"

He looked up to the sky and sighed, "That's it for this life, let's start again in the next life."

"You don't have to be burdened." He suddenly began to comfort me, "You don't even have a Dao robe, so you guess you're still an outer disciple, right?"

Boy.

I never expected that he would turn around and start to pity me.

"Do you think I—I can't do anything?"

The little Taoist priest pursed his mouth: "You can think of using the blood on the tip of your tongue to ward off evil spirits, your Taoism is too shallow."

I nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes, I'm really shallow."

"Do you want to gamble, then? What if I get shit lucky?"