"Bang"

The old door of the altar hall was slammed open, and the group ran in in a mess.

The village ancestral hall consists of two parts, a large terrace outside, which is the place where the villagers usually discuss matters, and the other is a sacrificial hall, which enshrines the tablets of the ancestors of the past dynasties.

"Damn it! What the hell was that!? ”

"See the color of their clothes? It won't be bloody again! ”

"The only ones that can make the bloody clothes jealous are the bloody clothes, and there are two of them, no wonder Sect Master Zhou lost contact when he entered here."

"It's over, it's all over......"

The spirit of a group of people is completely broken, and they do not see the slightest hope of survival.

Originally, after everyone entered the ancestral hall gate and got rid of the female ghost, they didn't plan to go any deeper.

But not long ago, there was a regeneration.

There was a whimper in the darkness, and a mute woman with her mouth sewn up was crying, her cry was so terrible that everyone couldn't help but listen to it, and even wanted to go up and ask her if she needed help.

At this moment, a dark wind blew behind them, and one of the teammates screamed at the top of his throat.

When the group came back from their cries, they saw that the teammate's lower body was a blur of flesh and blood, and one of his legs was missing.

In the darkness, a limping old man ran fast with something in his arms.

A group of people were stunned, and after reacting, they felt a burst of hair in their hearts, and they understood that this place must not be able to stay, so they wanted to run out again.

However, in the darkness, a group of figures holding shrouds reappeared, eyeing each other.

Although their horror level is certainly not as good as the mutilated ghosts in the ancestral hall, for a group of novice Yin Cha, the difference is not big, and they are dead on the left and right.

So Zhao Xiaodong made a quick decision and rushed into the sacrificial hall with a group of people, making the last struggle.

At this time, someone knelt on the ground, holding his head in both hands, whimpering in pain, someone grabbed the hands of his teammates, trying to seek a little comfort, but the other party also trembled violently, some people opened their mobile phones and looked at the photos of their relatives, and kept shouting sorry.

They have undergone rigorous training, and they will not show such extreme emotions until the last moment.

However, this old village is too terrifying for a group of novice yin who have just come out of the training camp, far beyond their psychological limit.

Even Zhao Xiaodong lost his composure.

He rushed into the sacrificial hall with his flashlight, rummaging through something urgently, muttering to himself as if he were mad.

"No, no, there shouldn't be an unsolvable situation in this world."

"It must be something I've overlooked, there's got to be something I've overlooked......"

"What the hell happened here!"

One by one, the tablets were knocked over by him.

Suddenly, he found something, a dusty booklet that recorded some of the events that had taken place in the village.

Zhao Xiaodong trembled and flipped it open.

"In the year of Jiazi, in winter, the sixteenth widow of Zhao in the west of the village did not abide by the women's way, chewed the root of her tongue, and was punished by the village head."

"In the year of Jiaxu, in winter, the second king of the east of the village married his daughter to a neighboring village without approval, and the village chief taught him, and he did not know how to change his death, and he fled to the village in the middle of the night, broke one of his legs, and executed his daughter to show vigilance."

"Ding Chou Year ......"

"Gengshen year, spring, the seventh household in the east of the village, the third family of Sun Lao and the third family suddenly fell ill, covered with red spots, the village chief went to the clinic, and found that it was a curse, when expelled from the village, to avoid disasters."

"The next day, at the village entrance meeting, Sun Lao and the three made a fuss, the young man blocked it, and accidentally beat it into a disability, the family was splashed, the foolish woman hung herself, and the foolish girl threw herself into the well, sad."

Seeing this, Zhao Xiaodong's whole person was like being struck by lightning.

He understood everything, the female ghost in the well was not the source of all the tricks in this village, she was a dignified bloody cloth, and she was actually just a simple link among the countless "evils" in this village.

And these evil events.

In the nearly 100-year history of the village, there are seven or eight.

He didn't dare to imagine how terrifying this old village would be if every victim among them became a bloody cloth!

"So I was wrong all along."

"There is indeed a game in the world that cannot be solved, if the strength is insufficient, let you be exquisite, once you enter the game, you can only be an ant who is pinched to death!"

At this moment, Zhao Xiaodong felt deeply powerless.

A message lit up on his phone, indicating that the Grandmaster had sped up and would be here in a few tens of seconds, but he didn't have the slightest joy.

Such a terrifying old village, the grandmaster is here, and he can't even make a wave!

After thinking about it, he typed vigilantly.

"There may be more bloody clothes in the village than I judged before, six or seven are not impossible, Master Grandmaster, please go back, say sorry to our parents on our behalf, we can only do filial piety in the next life!"

As soon as he finished sending this message, he saw that the speed at which the Grandmaster was rushing towards here seemed to be ...... It's faster.

"This ......"

Zhao Xiaodong's expression was complicated, and he was stunned for a long time: "Knowing that he will die but not afraid of death, is it just for his companions and beliefs?" In this life, I am a member of the Yin Cao, and I have no regrets. ”

He muttered, and suddenly turned his head with a feeling, and found that a blind man with two blood holes in his eye socket had appeared in the altar hall at some point, staring at him.

The rest also noticed that something was wrong.

The cries and whispers stopped in an instant, and only the heavy gasps of each other could be heard.

"Fight! Whatever the hell it is! ”

"Let's just devour the ghosts!"

"Hengzhi is a death, do everything you can, Lao Tzu will bite a piece of meat down!"

There was nowhere to run here, and everyone was in a completely desperate situation, but they were stimulated to be ferocious.

"Hehehe~~"

A strange laugh rang out.

The blind man's figure suddenly rose a little higher, and several candles on the desk burned with a "bang", and the bright red fire illuminated the darkness.

"This ......!"

"This ...... It's a ...... What monster!? ”

The people who had plucked up their courage were completely stunned when they saw the scene in front of them.

The blind man's body kept rising, and behind him was a lame man, then the female mute before, and behind him was a middle-aged man whose ears had been gouged out......

One after the other.

Seven people with crippled bodies have been put together into a human centipede!

The shoulders are connected to the crotch of the person in front of him, the hands and feet are densely packed, and the seven heads are full of numbness and dead silence.

The centipede writhed, its clothes bright red, and it exuded an unimaginably terrifying aura.

They were also holding a mutilated corpse in their hands, it was the familiar Sect Master Zhou, who was covered in flesh and blood, and was being gnawed by the faces on the human centipede......

A faint man fell to his knees.

They couldn't judge what a terrifying existence this was, and just knowing the other party's look, they lost all their strength and couldn't raise the slightest resistance.

"Damn it!!"

"Dongzi!"

Yang Zhi suddenly shouted.

Everyone fell to their knees, only Zhao Xiaodong was walking forward, there were many cracks on his skin, blood was dripping with every step, and his body was collapsing little by little, obviously under great pressure.

"Good at calculation, not as good as strong strength."

"I, Zhao Xiaodong, swear, in my next life, I must do everything to become stronger, enough to protect the people around me!"

His eyes were occupied by black, strange lines appeared on his face, and the breath of the human being on his body was disappearing little by little, which was a precursor to ghost devouring!

He actually understood that in front of this monster, the ghost devouring was useless.

But this was Zhao's last struggle.

If you die, you will also splash each other's blood!

"Don't!!"

Desperate companions, like monsters coming out of a nightmare, bright red candles flickering, chaotic whispers ringing in their ears.

A group of novices who fell to their knees let out the most desperate roar.

The human centipede in front of him was constantly distorting, and this monster composed of the "evil" accumulated for generations in the old village in the deep mountains and villages bowed down little by little, with a numb smile on his face, staring at a group of living people.

The pressure on the body of the group of yin cha is increasing, the skin is cracked, and blood is oozing.

It was as if there were invisible hands gripping their hearts.

There was a throbbing sound in the veins.

Faces grew more and more frightened, and they could feel their bodies...... Looks like it's going to explode!

"Bang"

A sledgehammer fell from the sky, smashed the roof of the altar, and lay in front of the human centipede, and Zhao Xiaodong, who had almost completely lost his humanity.

Several figures appeared in the room.

In the face of the terrifying human centipede, their faces were full of calmness.

A man was constantly putting paper shrouds on his body, and his mouth was still muttering: "The clothes worn by this dead man are cool to wear......

Familiar sounds.

made Yang Zhi, Zhao Qian, and Zhao Xiaodong in the ghost devouring all stunned.