Where evil is rampant, resentment is rampant, and a unique grievance field is often formed.

Some grievances are so gloomy that people can see at a glance that this is not a good place, and the best way is to leave quickly, while some grievances will condense into illusions according to the wishes of the owner of the grievances, luring the living in.

The latter is often the place where ghosts and water ghosts gather.

Tiger venom does not eat children, but some ghosts will even seduce their relatives for the tiger to eat.

"Taiping Guangji" has clouds: ghosts, people who are eaten by tigers, are also talking about the tiger.

When the real Dacheng Village was revealed and saw the tragic situation inside, Jin Beijing, as an experienced senior, immediately knew what was going on here.

"It's no wonder that those people didn't have any resentment just now, they can't be considered human anymore, but they are not evil, they should be called ghosts."

"For the tiger?"

Wang Fuyao has also heard of this kind of thing, "But the ghosts are many weak, and they will naturally collapse when they are far away from the tiger, and they will not talk about so many ghosts."

"The tiger demon here should be well fed."

Wang Xiaotao answered, her eyes were slightly gloomy, and she sighed, "Mortals will die." ”

"Or how many tigers do you have to create so many ghosts, and even a grievance field has been formed, the ghosts are condensed, and resentment breeds, and this place is already a big murderer."

"Those monster-eating tiger demons should still be here."

"Don't look back! Don't look back! ”

The mournful screams in the distance were getting closer, and several people looked back.

It was the old woman who had just led the funeral procession, and she approached them with the pitch-black spirit seat in her hand, drifting along the wind.

The light god's eyes froze, and while he was unprepared, he wiped his palm, slapped a ray of white light on the old woman's shoulder, and shouted, "Don't wake up yet!" ”

The old woman stopped suddenly, trembling all over, and looked at them with a trembling look, her eyes much clearer.

After a while, she looked like she had some consciousness, and tears flowed down her eyes: "Is it an immortal!" Is it an immortal? Immortals, save my son! Help me! ”

As she spoke, the old woman fell to her knees with the black spirit card in her arms and began to kowtow to them.

The spiritual tablet was very heavy at first sight, but no matter how much the old woman trembled and weakened, she did not put down the pitch-black tablet.

The kneeling of the believers was a commonplace thing for Wang Xiaotao and them, so they calmly accepted the old woman's bowing, but Wang Fuyao was a serious immortal cultivator and was not used to such a scene.

She leaned down and lifted the old woman up from the ground.

Even if the old woman had no body and was just a wisp of soul, she could not accept her prostration.

Wang Fu shook his eyebrows, "Old man, we are specially here to solve your grievances here, what happened here, you can talk about it, make it clear, and we can save your son." ”

The old woman's ghost was already extremely weak, and if it hadn't been for the light god who gave her some spiritual power, she would have seen it disappear.

Her face was pale and trembling, and she finally explained what happened in Dacheng Village.

She can't remember exactly when it was, she only remembered that day a lot of fierce tigers suddenly ran out of nowhere and ate them when they arrived in the village.

These tigers are not afraid of knives and guns, and their roars are terrifying, and they can even use witchcraft, casting spells to surround the entire village, so that people cannot escape.

That day was a nightmare.

The old woman began to tremble at this, a painful memory that she could not bear even if she turned into a ghost.

The old woman claimed to be surnamed Zhou, and her son was called Zhou Yan.

After the incident, Zhou Yan immediately took the machete at home, and ran to the forest outside the village with Aunt Zhou on his back through the window.

Zhou Yan said that he had seen real tigers in the mountains and forests, which were completely different from those in front of him, real tigers would not eat people at all, and they had never seen humans, and they would hesitate when they saw them.

These tigers from the village are absolutely extraordinary, and they actually take pleasure in cannibalism.

But later found that she couldn't get out of the village, so Zhou Yan took her to hide in the cellar of his house for a long time, and he didn't even dare to open the door, eating, drinking, and Lazar were all in the cellar.

Later, the food in the cellar was finished, and as a last resort, Zhou Yan and the others had to return to the ground.

By this time, no living people could be heard in the village.

Mrs. Zhou suspected that all the people in the village had died.

They crawled to the kitchen of a neighbor's house tremblingly, hurriedly found something to eat, and barely stuffed it into their stomachs.

Just when she was going out, Aunt Zhou suddenly smelled an indescribable stench, she realized that something was wrong, and as soon as she turned around, she met a pair of green tiger eyes, and her feet were weak and collapsed on the ground.

At this time, Zhou Yan had already gone out first, but when he saw that Aunt Zhou was attacked, he could ignore it, so he immediately pulled out a machete, and without hesitation, turned around and ran quickly in the direction of Aunt Zhou, the tip of the knife pointed directly at the evil tiger, and brazenly guarded his elderly mother.

Aunt Zhou doesn't remember what happened after that.

All she knew was that when she opened her eyes, it was silent.

Son, the tiger is gone.

She was looking for her son in a daze.

Sometimes I feel that my son is dead, and the white-haired man sends the black-haired man, and he has to help him with a decent funeral.

Sometimes she thinks that her son is still alive, after all, the body has not been found, and she has to remind him to leave quickly.

Son, let's go, I'm old for my mother, I can't walk anymore, it will drag you down, you go quickly.

My stupid son, it doesn't matter if my mother is dead, you have to live!

Son, go, go, it's dangerous here, don't look back, don't look back.

Don't look back, don't look back, mother, don't worry.

Don't look back, don't look back, you will die when you turn back.

Wang Xiaotao and the others listened silently to Aunt Zhou finish telling their story, and no one interrupted the ghost's intermittent narration.

As she spoke, Aunt Zhou seemed to be unconscious again, shouting 'Don't turn back', 'Don't look back', staggered step by step and walked away with the black tablet in her arms.

It seems that he is looking for his son in a daze, and it seems that he is shouting loudly for his son to leave.

But they all know that Aunt Zhou is already a ghost, and she is dead.

Although I don't know how this ghost has his own consciousness, Aunt Zhou is indeed a dead person.

And her son Zhou Yan, in a place with such a deep grievance, it is impossible for a living person who has not cultivated to survive.

There was no name on the pitch-black tablet in her arms, and I don't know where she got it.

This is probably the tablet she found for her son.

But she will never find her son.

Mourn my parents, give birth to me and work hard.

Raise me and raise me, grow me and raise me.

If you want to repay the virtue, Haotian is reckless.

Yanzhi classmates, your cameo is here! I think Zhou Yan is very handsome, very brave, and able to protect his mother.

(End of chapter)