The movement of the persimmon pond soon disappeared.

All the villagers were stunned, they never expected that the water in the persimmon pond had been drained, and they couldn't even drown their knees, how could they drown a person.

The villagers, who were familiar with the person who had just fallen into the water, stood up excitedly and were about to jump into the persimmon pond to save people.

"Stop!" Liu Ruxiang stopped the practice, dismissed the people, and glanced at the dark coffin, his face full of anger.

An arrow rushed to the edge of the fire, and took out the short sword that had just been thrown into the fire.

At this time, the blade of the short sword had been burned to the point that the whole body was red, and Liu Ruxiang was not afraid of being hot, so he directly held the hilt of the sword with his hand, directly put the blade into his mouth, and closed his mouth to hold it.

Yes!

My eyes widened in disbelief.

Liu Ruxiang opened her mouth again, and immediately spit out a puff of white smoke and sprayed it on the pitch-black coffin.

"No matter how presumptuous you are, teach you not to enter reincarnation!"

The pitch-black coffin calmed down in an instant.

Just when we thought that the evil cult inside had been dealt with, a wave of unsettled waves rose again, and the cry of a child suddenly came from the crowd on the side.

"Wow-ah-"

People immediately took Liu Ruxiang to look over.

Then I saw a thin old man by the fire, holding a little boy of two or three years old in his arms.

The little boy couldn't stop crying, vaguely shouting: "I hurt, my back hurts......"

Immediately, a lady next to her squatted down and grabbed the child's clothes and lifted them, and everyone was shocked.

On the little boy's white and tender back, several bright red marks appeared, as if he had been caught by something.

On the boy's back, the invisible hand seemed to be still straining, the skin was cracked, and blood-red claw marks were spreading to the other end of the boy's body.

The heart-rending screams were endless, and the lady reached out to touch it, only to see a cold air coming out of the blood-red wound, and her body shook like an electric shock, and she immediately retracted her hand.

The child rolled on the ground in pain, but the old man didn't care, he sat cross-legged on the ground alone, his lips were chapped, only two yellowed front teeth were left in his mouth, his eyes were slightly squinted, his mouth was grinning, and he was smiling at everyone.

I stood on the side and watched this scene in my eyes, I only felt a little weird, they all said that it was a generational parent, how could there be a grandfather who didn't care about his grandson, why didn't he care?

I stared at the old man, and it only felt strange and weird.

I basically know all the old people in Mojia Village, even if I don't deal with them much on weekdays, I am familiar with them, why can't I remember this person, where is he?

I stared at the old man, and suddenly, his head turned heavily towards me, and then opened his eyes slightly.

Because the skin on the old man's face was loose and sagging, he couldn't see his eyes, but who would have thought that after the eyelids were raised, he still couldn't see his eyes, and there were two black hole sockets under the curtains.

A cold sweat broke out all over my body, I turned my head to look at Liu Ruxiang, and immediately pointed to the old man: "Who is he, I don't know him, I haven't seen him." ”

When the villagers present heard me speak, they were also stunned, as if they all remembered something, and looked up at the old man: "Yes, who are you?" You...... You are not from our village. Isn't this child from Da Qiangzi's family, his father is dead, but what about her mother? ”

The old man was silent, his flabby eyelids closed again, his head shook up and down, and there was a creepy laugh: "Heh-he-hehe-hehe-"

Everyone felt that something was wrong, and they were all scared in their hearts, and they retreated one after another.

In an instant, the old man's head drooped down, face down, and his shriveled body oozed water and foam, and a rancid smell spread from him.

Liu Ruxiang was calm, walked up with a short sword in his hand, looked around the old man for a while, and said, "It's the evil who came ashore to harm people." ”

The villagers were terrified and clung to their children.

"How's that for good? I can't have any more accidents. ”

Before he could finish speaking, in the midst of shouting, people were surprised to find that it was raining!

The temperature plummeted, the wind swept wildly, and the cold rain dripped down on the people, and there was a faint smell of blood. The crowd's eyes widened and they looked up at the heavens in horror.

The rain that fell from the sky was as red as blood.

The rain of blood from the sky is a bad omen.

No matter how brave people are, they are now panicking, crying and trying to run around.

A middle-aged woman staggered towards her distant home, but she had barely taken a few steps out when she passed a bush of grass when a cold, dry hand reached out and grabbed the woman's foot and pulled her violently.

The chill swept through her ankles, and she was stunned, and then she fell face down on the ground, her consciousness quickly dissipating.

In the blink of an eye, several of the fleeing people fell.

And I, almost half scared to death, snuggled up to Liu Ruxiang's side tightly, urging the master to find a way.

Liu Ruxiang was also taken aback by the power of this thing, snorted coldly, jumped to stand on the pitch-black coffin, and shouted to the surrounding villagers: "Don't go, everyone, gather all over." ”

The people of Mojia Village were already frightened, but they knew that Liu Ruxiang had real skills and were willing to believe that she was a female master, so they all gathered around the fire with shivers.

But the fire also decreased as the rain of blood fell.

Liu Ruxiang handed me a gong, she changed into a black and white martial arts mask, held a talisman in her left hand, held a whip in her right hand, flicked her big sleeves, and shouted: "Everyone, sing the words of the gods with me, but you can save your life!" ”

"Sing together: the cigarette is faint towards the upper realm, and the north, south, east and west come back to their senses."

Liu Ruxiang's voice fell, and I took the small mallet and struck it on the gong.

Then I sang it again.

The people in Mojia Village have never been exposed to the science book and record book, and even most of them are illiterate, so they can only follow what I say to make a similar sound, which is not very accurate, but after all, there are more than 200 people, and they are already like a rainbow.

Liu Ruxiang waved the whip in his hand, slapped the ground under his feet, and continued to sing: "Taishang Laojun is the head of the meeting, and the three-yuan patriarch goes to the altar." ”

The villagers sang along.

"Shangyuan patriarch Tang Jiazi, Zhongyuan patriarch Ge family, Xia Yuan patriarch Zhou Jiazi, Tang Ge Zhou division three generals."

"The three brothers went to study the Fa, and they went to Meishan to worship Laojun, Laojun taught to teach the Dragon and Tiger Law, and turned to the yang world to be a teacher."

Under the leadership of Liu Ruxiang, the sound of singing lingered over and over again by the wild persimmon pond.

The wind was howling, and from time to time there were dark shadows flashing in the surrounding clearing.

It was like breaking into a mass grave by mistake, and faintly, there were bursts of whimpering.

The people of Mojia Village snuggled together, although their bodies trembled, but between singing in unison, the fear in their hearts gradually faded.