On the second day of the second month of February, the dragon raised its head, and the night, heavy rain, Hanjia Village.

The corpses of the villagers lay on the side of the connected houses, the blood stained the ground red, and the eyes that had lost their luster were like brass bells, full of horror and despair.

Han Xiao, a thin teenager, looked at his relatives and friends, fell down one by one, his eyes were red, let out a cry of sorrow, and pounced on a strong man in black.

The black-clothed man seemed to have eyes behind him, and when he saw that Han Xiao was about to pounce on him, he suddenly turned sideways to avoid it, Han Xiao pounced into the air, lost his center of gravity, and fell into the wet mud, his face and body were covered with muddy water.

At this moment, the black-clothed men inside and outside the house all gathered here, and their eyes were cold and chilling.

A group of big black men hugged their fists at a tall and thin man and said, "I have searched all over the radius for ten miles, but I haven't found that sword." ”

Han Xiao, who was in anger, was stunned in his heart, and then he was furious in his heart, it turned out that these murderous demons slaughtered their village just to find a sword that may not exist, could it be that the lives of their entire village were not worth a sword?

He was filled with grief and indignation in his heart, with a pair of eyes like poisonous snakes, staring at these hideous-looking men in front of him, as if he wanted to imprint everyone's face deeply in his heart.

He suddenly let out a sad roar: "The appearance of each of you, I have a strong filial piety in my heart, even if I am a ghost, I will not let any of you go." ”

His voice was terrible and ruthless, in this rain, it seemed extremely cold, and these murderous and unblinking men in front of him were cold in their hearts for no reason, as if they felt a hint of the threat of death.

However, they immediately realized that what made them feel this way was just an ant that they could pinch to death at will, which made them feel ashamed, and a big man with a fleshy face, his face was quickly distorted, and the long knife dripping with blood in his hand instantly stabbed Han Xiao.

"it, I'm waiting for you to be a ghost and come to Lao Tzu!"

His long knife stabbed into Han Hyo's chest, the tip of the knife peeking out from behind, and blood trickled down the tip of the knife.

Before Han Xiao could let out a scream, another big man also stepped forward with a cruel smile, and also stabbed Han Xiao in the chest, and then, several other big men also had red eyes and rushed over and stabbed Han Xiao fiercely.

One knife, two knives..... Ten Knife ..... A hundred knives, until Han Xiao was chopped into meat puree, they were still angry, because, in their opinion, the people of Hanjia Village, who were like ants, actually made them have a trace of fear, which was unforgivable no matter what.

So, they caught two big dogs and let them eat Han Xiao's flesh and bones, and wanted to erase him from this world.

When the first knife stabbed into Han Xiao's body, he felt a heart-rending pain, followed by the second and third stabs, he slowly lost the pain, and later, he felt as if he was floating, he looked down and saw the big men who killed his relatives, frantically chopping a bloody corpse.

He didn't have time to think about it, a strange wind blew, and his body drifted uncontrollably with the strange wind into the distance, he wanted to shout, but no matter how his mouth opened and closed, he couldn't make a sound.

By the time the strange wind stopped, he was already dozens of miles away from Hanjia Village, and when he could freely control his body, he suddenly felt as if his feet were stepping on water, as if an invisible river was flowing under his feet.

He looked down and was startled, it turned out that he was hanging in the air, and a pair of feet had become a transparent color, and there was a faint white gas.

His heart trembled, and he raised his hands to look in front of his eyes, and they were like his legs, transparent as water, and full of white gas.

At this moment, he finally knew who the flesh-and-blood body of those big men was, that was him, he was dead, and now he was just a soul without a physical body, that is, a wild ghost without reincarnation.

He smiled sadly, I am dead, how can I avenge the slaughter of the village?

Thinking of revenge, the transparent eyes flashed a trace of blood red, and at this moment, there was a trace of black gas around him, as if attracted by his hatred, flying towards him, wrapped between his ten fingers, and slowly merged into his hands. Soon, those transparent hands turned pale black.

Han Xiao was startled, and shook his hands desperately, trying to shake away the trace of black qi. I didn't want these shaking to cause a gust of wind, blowing to a big tree beside me, and actually breaking the slender branches of the big tree, startling the birds on the tree to chirp and fly away.

Han Xiao was stunned in his heart, his shaking hands stopped, spread in front of him, looked and looked, and suddenly shook it hard, this time he used more force, and the strength of the wind was also greater, and the big pair of thick branches were also broken.

However, without shaking it a few times, the pale black hands became visible to the naked eye, and he was so frightened that he quickly stopped shaking.

Looking at his hands, a thought appeared in his mind, if his whole body turned black, could the strange wind blowing up knock down a big tree, if there was such great power, his revenge would definitely be avenged.

Thinking of this, the desire for revenge became stronger and stronger, and the trace of blood red in his eyes actually burst out with a bloody light, and it was gone in a blink of an eye.

At this moment, wisps of black qi were born out of thin air within a radius of dozens of zhang, flying towards him, wrapping and merging on his hands and feet, and soon his hands and feet turned from transparent to black.

Han Xiao was overjoyed in his heart, and couldn't wait to kick out a kick, he used enough strength to kick this kick, and a strange wind arose, and there was a whistling sound, rolling up the branches and leaves on the ground, as if entering a meat grinder, and in an instant, the ground was crushed and blown away in the night sky.

Seeing that his kick was so powerful, he had the hope of revenge in his heart, but he still felt that it was not enough, he needed stronger strength and more black energy.

So, he stared at the gloomy sky, remembering how the black qi had gathered just now, but he thought about it for a long time, and he couldn't think of a clue even if he broke his head.

At this moment, there was a conversation from not far away, only to hear a deep male voice say: "Senior Brother Zhang, is your compass broken, I have been looking for it for most of the night, and I haven't even found the slightest trace of the crow." ”

As soon as the male voice fell, another charming female voice said: "Senior Brother Sun, that is not an ordinary crow, at least above the ninth layer of condensation, it has already opened its spiritual wisdom, if it is not injured, with the strength of the five of us, we can't help it at all!"

Before the woman's voice fell, a rough male voice shouted: "Wait, the death air ahead is very heavy, there seems to be a powerful ghost, everyone be careful." ”

As he spoke, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Han Xiao was shocked in his heart, the ghost that the other party was talking about was probably him. Listening to the content of the other party's speech, it seems that the old people in the village are cultivating immortals, these people have immortal arts and Taoism, and they are very good at suppressing ghosts.

He didn't have time to think about it, so he looked left and right, and hurriedly manipulated his body to sink into a large tree with lush foliage.

As soon as he hid in the dense trees, he saw a crow with its eyes closed, and the old god crouching on a branch.

The crow was twice as large as the average crow, and its black feathers emitted a blood-red mist that spread around and became invisible.

It is strange to say that as soon as Han Xiao hid in the big tree, the diffused blood mist suddenly condensed into a ball of blood.

The blood ball circled around Han Xiao a few times, and suddenly turned into a cloud of blood smoke and burrowed into Han Xiao's nostrils.

All this was said to be too late and that quickly, and it was completed in a few breaths, and Han Xiao didn't have time to react at all.

By the time he came back to his senses, the blood ball had already burrowed into his body, turning into Dao blood qi, spreading and swimming in his transparent body.

At this moment, the strange crow opened its eyes sharply, those eyes were bright red as blood, and there was a ghostly light shooting out, and in this dark night, he could faintly see that his eyes did not have eyeballs at all, but two flipped blood-colored swirls, bottomless.

And at this time, Han Xiao didn't care about the crow at all, although his body was virtual, he could also feel the pain, his body was under the impact of that Dao blood qi, it felt as if there were countless flames burning in his body, and the pain made his body curl up, if he didn't have a rational heart, knowing that those immortal cultivators might go under the tree where he was hiding, I am afraid that he would have already screamed.

Rao was so, and he couldn't help but snort in pain, so as to relieve a little pain.

It didn't take long for him to suddenly hear the rough voice say again: "Everyone be careful, the death qi here is extremely strong, and the evil ghost may be hiding somewhere near here, and when I force it out with the Dao method, everyone will kill it." ”

Before his words fell, Han Xiao felt a strong wind blowing towards him, and his body involuntarily floated forward, and soon floated out of the dense branches and leaves, exposed to the starry sky.

In this way, the strange wind did not stop, like an invisible big hand, slammed on his head, forced him to the ground, and stirred up countless dead leaves and stumps.

Han Xiao fell to the ground, and there was no pain, but the burning pain was relieved a little, and at this moment, he heard the deep voice again, and said with a joke: "Ganny, the ghosts are so domineering now!"

Han Xiao leaned back, and the driftwood slowly floated up and hung in the air, as if it was on the surface of the water.

Following the voice of the speaker, I saw three men and two women standing there, and the three men were all wearing pale cyan robes. One of the rugged-looking men held the compass in his right hand, and a pair of eagle eyes looked at him coldly.

The other man looked a little delicate, with a long sword hanging from his waist, a yellow talisman in his left hand, and a magic trick in his right hand, looking at Han Xiao with a sinister smile.

The third man, very short and with a birthmark on his face, looked contemptuous and disdainful with his hands behind his back.

Among the two women, one was tall and charming, wearing a pink peach skirt, and a pair of soul-hooking peach eyes kept turning on Han Xiao's body.

The other woman was wearing a cyan dress, and she looked unremarkable, but her eyes stared at Han Xiao like electricity, making him hairy.

Han Xiao looked at the posture of the five people and knew that something was wrong, he endured the pain of burning inside, and barely squeezed out a smile, "Uh, all immortals, I, I have never harmed anyone, you let me go!"