At the moment when Mrs. Mikawa turned her head, half of the flesh on her face drooped down, as if she had been bitten by something, and her eyes were almost down to the level of her nose.

The original painting of the ink was dry and cracked, and the cracks were dense, making it seem that a face could fall off at any time.

Staring at Xie Heng with straight eyes, it was exactly the same as the eyes of the god statue in the river in the afternoon, and he couldn't see half of his emotions.

The limbs are extremely twisted, the movements are as stiff as puppets, the body is covered in dirt, and the clothes are torn.

"You want to get your idol back?"

Xie Heng asked.

At a distance, Xie Heng could still sense the ghost aura emanating from Lady Sanhe's body, but it was very faint.

Coupled with its embarrassed appearance, no matter how you look at it, it looks like it has been seriously injured, and the ghost body is seriously damaged.

Lady Sanhe was taken aback when she heard Xie Heng speak.

I didn't expect this man to be able to speak!?

Although Mrs. Sanhe's mouth was smeared with cinnabar, she didn't open her mouth and couldn't respond to Xie Heng.

I can only stretch out my hand as hard as I can, and extend it a few meters out, but every time my body touches the water, it will immediately retract.

"You're afraid of water, what else do you call Lady Mikawa?"

Xie Heng complained.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Xie Heng realized that it was wrong, and the name Mrs. Sanhe was not necessarily taken by herself, or it could be that the villagers called it that.

Just because Lady Mikawa is so desperate to get back the idol, the idol must have some meaning or effect on it.

It turned out to be thrown into the river that the villagers feared the most, which is really a bit sad.

"Okay, okay, get out of the way, I'll help you."

Xie Heng stepped forward as he spoke.

But Lady Mikawa suddenly became vigilant and retreated several steps in succession.

It's just that the legs and feet don't seem to be very neat, and as soon as I took two steps back, my left foot fell off.

Xie Heng approached the riverbank, and only then did he completely see the appearance of Mrs. Sanhe.

His body was twisted, half of his face was rotten, and his feet were broken...... The injuries on this body are quite tragic.

Xie Heng has encountered a lot of evil ghosts, and he has some experience, if he judges purely by ghost qi.

The Lady of Mikawa in front of her should be a fear-level demon who is not too powerful.

"When the villagers asked you to kill ghosts, did you actually go?"

Xie Heng asked.

What Lu Tingting said was that the people in the village invited Mrs. Sanhe, but Mrs. Sanhe did not appear.

But if Lady Mikawa hadn't fought, where did this wound come from? But if it is more serious, it is estimated that it will turn into a ghost corpse and dissipate.

Mrs. Sanhe froze, her eyes staring at Xie Heng, but she still couldn't see his emotions.

At this time, it only needs to nod or shake its head, Xie Heng will know.

But Mrs. Sanhe trembled, looked at Xie Heng for a few seconds, and then found it, picked up the fallen foot, and quickly climbed away from the answer.

"Gone?"

Xie Heng looked at the strange figure of Mrs. Sanhe crawling away, and always felt a little lonely.

Xie Heng turned to look at the bottom of the river, and a bright red ghost tongue was torn out of the ulna, and it plunged into the river in an instant.

In a moment, the ghost's tongue wrapped around a dirty, dirty statue fell into Xie Heng's bony hands.

Xie Heng held the statue and walked towards the dilapidated temple on the side of the mountain.

……

In front of the temple, moss was everywhere, and the paper incinerator was empty and became an ant nest.

The left and right door gods painted on the two gates have also fallen off the lacquer surface, and the temple is even more damp and gloomy, full of life.

Xie Heng chased to the temple, and sure enough, Mrs. Sanhe was still hiding in the temple.

Lady Mikawa climbed into the temple and burrowed into the slate shrine.

Stiffly put his feet back on, took off the tattered crown, and covered his face with long black hair.

Then, he took off the red robe and golden scale armor on his body one by one, revealing his original appearance, and lay down with difficulty, his ghost body still trembling.

"It turned out to be a white cloth shirt."

Xie Heng said in a low voice.

The fear-level white cloth shirt is indeed very weak, and it is usually scary, and it doesn't have much ability.

There is no god in the world, but after the resurgence of terror, Mrs. Mikawa, who was enshrined by the name of the village, turned into a white cloth shirt and enjoyed the worship for so many years.

But this white cloth shirt can indeed be handled, there was a ghost in the village back then, and it was designated as on, otherwise it would not have been beaten like this, and its face was gnawed.

It's just that because the level is too low, it didn't win, and as a ghost, it didn't dare to show its face, and was mistaken by the villagers for Bai Xiang's worship, and the gods were thrown into the river.

Xie Heng looked at the statue in his hand, as well as the Lady Sanhe Divine Clothes that had been tattered like that, and the white cloth shirt had to be worn all the time.

Come to think of it, it also has its own obsessions, and in a sense, it is the same as Lu Tingting.

Xie Heng held the idol in his hand and walked towards the temple, preparing to return the obsession of the white cloth shirt to its place.

But just as he was about to get closer, he saw two black shadows rushing down from the temple and entering the ruined temple.

The door of the temple slammed shut, and the paint of the door god completely shattered and fell.

Inside the temple, a man and a woman stand on a dusty altar and kick out the only remaining incense burner on it.

The white cloth shirt that heard the movement frightened a spirit, and poked his head out from behind the shrine.

I saw the two people on the altar looking down and looking at it coldly.

"White cloth shirt, can it work? And crippled like this. ”

The man asked angrily.

"If it doesn't work, just destroy it, what we want is this temple, isn't it planned? From here, the route is just the ancestral hall. ”

The woman replied.

The man nodded, too, it was a little difficult to rely on a fear-level or such a weak white cloth shirt to complete the task.

They couldn't understand what their conversation meant, and they could only hear the word 'attracting ghosts'.

hurriedly put on his clothes, but he didn't expect the man to directly release the evil ghost in his body!

The man ripped his clothes open, and four large black ghost hands tore through his back, one of which extended to grab the white shirt's hair.

Shake it hard and slam it on the futon on the ground.

Bang ——!!

The white cloth shirt was already damaged, and it was even more twisted at this time.

The woman was not idle, she took off her high heels, covered the soles of her feet with ghost foot nails, and stepped on the body of the white cloth shirt.

Suddenly, the white cloth shirt was stained red with ghost blood.

"Fear-level ghosts are worshiped as gods, which is already funny, but people turn around and don't take it seriously, and ghosts take it seriously."

The woman shook her head and scoffed.

The man didn't talk nonsense, they still had a task to do, and the four ghosts behind him clenched their fists and slammed down on the white cloth shirt.

Rin!!

But at this moment, both of them seemed to sense something, and their steps trembled and took two steps back, and at the same time exclaimed: "Ghost!?" ”

As soon as the words fell, a statue of the filthy goddess appeared smoothly inside the shrine.