The light is coming to an end, and the twilight is dark.

"Crunch. ”

The door opened slowly, and the sound echoed through the dead silence and darkness of the room.

Bo Ziyu took a deep breath.

A thin red light poured into the room from behind him, pulling the shadow out of an eerie length, stretching into the depths of darkness and again until it touched a bony back.

"Thoughtful?"

This is Zhou Huai's father's name.

The owner of the back didn't respond, he just curled up naked in the far corner of the room, the back of his head shaking slightly, revealing the scales the size of a fingernail on his neck.

His face was buried in the shadows, chewing on muffled words.

Bo Ziyu couldn't hear clearly, he clenched his knife and stepped into the room.

Only to find that the texture under my feet is not a hard ground, but a soft (harmonious) soft and sticky silt.

At this time.

The last remnant sun sank completely into the western mountain.

The afterglow of the sunset quickly withdrew from the room and from Bo Ziyu's side.

The heavens and the earth were suddenly darkened.

In an instant, it became difficult to see five fingers in the room.

The young catcher was taken aback and hurriedly took out the fire fold.

Suddenly.

The soft light spreads.

Bo Ziyu tightened his heart.

Just because at the edge of the light, there is a faint thin silhouette swaying slightly.

Orr.

The silhouette slowly approached, and finally, a strange face emerged in the darkness.

His long, thin hair, round eyes, and thin lips bulging like fish kept opening and closing.

Bo Ziyu finally heard it clearly this time.

It says.

"Hungry. ”

Bo Ziyu's hair stood on end.

Don't hesitate to draw your knife and cut it!

However, the blade was only halfway out, but a muddy tentacle suddenly sprang up on the ground, soft (harmonious) and soft and tough, wrapping the blade tightly and not allowing an inch.

Also at the same time.

Bo Ziyu gritted his teeth, and the mantra that he had been reciting silently burst out from between his teeth.

"Haste as the law!"

With the sound of words, the yellow talisman attached to the spine of the knife immediately ignited.

The mud disintegrated inch by inch under the blade, and even the tip of the knife progressed bit by bit, piercing into the monster's thin chest, and scarlet blood snaked down the blade.

But that's the end of it.

When the talisman fire was lit, there was a violent "sizzling" sound that seemed to make the darkness of the room boil, and more "tentacles" rose from the mud, wrapping the blade layer by layer, and in a moment, it turned into a mud cocoon that kept creeping (harmoniously), and wrapped towards Bo Ziyu's knife-holding hand.

Bo Ziyu immediately made a decision and hurriedly withdrew.

Burst in the mouth.

"Don't do it yet!"

A loud bang in response to him.

The beams of the house suddenly opened, and the broken tiles of the wooden whirls fell one after another, just like a few chapters ago, when Yu Mei attacked the prison at night, Li Changan slapped the beam with a sharp sword in his hand.

The ghost's reaction was not unfast, and the "tentacles" that were originally chasing Bo Ziyu were hurriedly withdrawn, forming a mud curtain above his head.

Although it is only a thin layer, it faintly reveals some cold and hard texture between the surges.

But.

Under the "demon slaying", all the evil magic and demon methods are vain.

The Taoist priest only waved the green mang, and the mud curtain built by the ghost suddenly opened a huge mouth, and Li Changan had already taken the opportunity to break in and stepped on the shoulder of the ghost who was caught off guard.

Then, he grabbed its slippery hair and pulled the half-human, half-fish face over.

In its eyes, Li Changan saw only chaos and rage, and on it, he only smelled blood and demonic stench.

And so the blade of the sword was raised.

"Rest in peace. ”

Immediately.

The sword went straight into its mouth.

A fountain of blood gushes out, and a curtain of mud falls.

The ghost has been slain by the sword!

Seeing this, Bo Ziyu's body and mind, which had been tense, finally relaxed, and he stumbled unsteadily, falling into the mud.

Li Changan drew his sword, shook off the dirty blood, returned the sword to the sheath, and gave Bo Ziyu a thumbs up.

"Well done. ”

Although Bo Ziyu didn't know what this gesture meant, he still grinned and nodded.

Extreme nervousness was followed by extreme exhaustion, and he really didn't have the strength to talk much.

The Taoist priest let him rest and pushed the door open.

Outside the alley, a group of officials were probing their brains, and the Taoist priest suddenly became playful.

"Catch fast, wash the floor!"

............

The room is not big.

The catchers swarmed in, and soon searched all over the world, but found nothing useful, only found the dung collector in Zhou Huai's mouth, or the remains of the dung collector.

The poor man had been eaten up, and even his hair had been swallowed into his stomach by the devil, and except for a few bones, there was only a heart, liver, spleen, and lungs stored in a clay pot.

The new head catcher is surnamed Qi, as for the name...... Anyway, it's a trick, it doesn't matter.

All in all, Qi Zhutou glanced at the clay pot, and then at it.

"Hey, weird. ”

"What's strange?"

The cold voice behind him startled him, and he turned around and was about to scold, but who would have thought that it was Li Changan, so he quickly swallowed back the dirty words that came to his mouth.

"It's just gibberish, don't mind. ”

"Nope. Li Changan still asked, "Please speak up if you catch the head." ”

Qi Zhutou glanced at the Taoist priest, and saw that he really had no other intentions, so he said calmly.

"In the early years, when the contemptible people did not eat this mouthful of imperial food, they hunted in the mountains and forests for a living, and it was common to see the corpses killed by fierce beasts, whether it was humans or animals, the first thing to be eaten was usually the internal organs. But this monster has eaten up the flesh and blood, and deliberately left the internal organs ......"

He laughed.

"But the monster is not a beast, how can you use the reason of the beast to speculate?"

Qi Zhutou said it lightly, but Li Changan couldn't linger in his heart.

Youkai are not beasts?

Truly.

But the crazy and chaotic eyes of this ghost are still vivid, what is the difference between it and the beast?

According to the nature of the ghost, it must be extremely hungry to eat the corpse that has not yet decomposed, but even so, it still leaves the internal organs and puts them alive in the clay pot.

To whom is this to be kept, or to whom?

Li Changan's heart moved slightly, looking at the cloudy night sky outside the door.

Tonight.

Extraordinarily groggy.

............

Day and night.

The light between heaven and earth suddenly dimmed, as if it had directly changed from day to night, completely detached from the ambiguous (harmonious) dusk in the middle.

This is not a delusion.

It just happened that a rain cloud gathered to envelop Xiaoshui City and isolate the residual light of the western sky.

So, it wasn't long before nightfall.

A cold rain arrived as scheduled.

Zhou's Mansion.

The bodies had long since been cleared, leaving the courtyard full of loess clods that had been gradually watered into mud by the rain, and a team of officials who were noisy in the corridor, and after cleaning up the scene, they were given a new task of protecting or monitoring Zhou Huai, the only survivor of the Zhou family.

"This boy is different, if he commits a crime, he will not go to prison, and he can stay at home comfortably. ”

"The prison has collapsed a long time ago, so you can't continue to stay in the manure tank, right? Who can stand the smell of pickles?"

"It's not easy to stay here, it's a big night, it's windy and rainy, so you can only guard the corridor, it's cold. ”

"We're done, brothers who took away together, but we're going to catch monsters!"

The word "monster" made the atmosphere in the venue stagnant slightly, but then it set off a more heated discussion. The officials exchanged gossip from the streets and alleys, most of which were gossip made out of nothing.

"Don't talk about it. ”

The leader of the team stopped his subordinates from complaining, and pointed to the side room opposite where the door was closed and shimmered.

"Is that Zhou Langjun still honest?"

One of the officials replied:

"I stayed in the house all the time, and I didn't pay attention to the questioning. ”

"People are noble people with meritorious reputations, where can they look down on such lowly officials as us?"

The head of the squad waved his hand.

"The water from the well does not interfere with the water of the river. ”

After that, he asked someone to put down the wine and food he had bought before, and beckoned a cadre of officials to come over, but when he looked around, he found that there was one person missing.

"Where's Wang Er?"

"gone. There is a round-faced official with a mouth that is one step faster, "There is about half a stick of incense, maybe it has fallen into a dung pit." ”

Who knew that the head of the class frowned.

"Then go and call him. ”

The round-faced servant thought of moving a stone and hitting his own foot, so he agreed, and under the laughter of his companions, he tore off a roast chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth, and looked for the lazy guy with a frown.

......

The round face searched back and forth and saw no one, but found the guy in the corner of the backyard.

"There is a thatched toilet that is not used, but it is in the corner of the human wall, you belong to a dog?"

He scolded and stepped forward.

At this time, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the courtyard was alluvial into a pond of mud.

But the man stood in the muddy water, and stood in the rain, and hung his head and did not move.

The round face felt a flustery for no reason, and even his pace slowed down.

"Wang Er...... What are you doing?"

There was no response in the rain, only in the sound of "whoosh", a faint sound of "click" like a rusty gear.

And the second king also took on a strange posture with slow and stiff movements, standing with his legs twisted, his waist and neck twisted in one direction to the extreme, one hand behind his back, and one hand around the top of his head...... twisted the whole person into a twist.

The round face felt that the lips were a little dry.

"You ......"

The words are not finished.

All of a sudden.

The "click" sound that he had just heard exploded densely in his ears, and at the same time, Wang Er's body twisted slowly in a chilling way.

The round face's eyes widened. He saw Wang Er's legs slowly twisted, and the broken bones fell out of the skin, he saw Wang Er's head twisted around his neck again and again, and he saw the bones of his arms broken inch by inch, like two ropes wrapped around his body......

Orr.

Like twisting a towel, the blood wrung out of the twisted body, from the skin, from the eyes, ears, nose, and nose, and then washed away by the rain and scattered into the mud beneath the feet.

The round-faced servant finally woke up from this terrifying nightmare.

"Ahh

He ran back to the front yard with a roll on the ground.

"Run, there's a monster behind!"

He reminded his companion loudly, but there was no response around him, whether it was ridicule or panic, but it was silent.

He looked up in surprise, and the hallway was silent.

Are the companions gone?

No.

They're still there.

It's just that they all stand in a strange and distorted posture, just like the previous Wang Er.

The rain was pouring down, and the candles in the corridor were faint.

The round-faced servant tried to cry out for help, but his mouth seemed to be glued and he couldn't make a sound, and he tried to run away, but his legs seemed to be bound by something, and he couldn't move.

He looked down with difficulty and trepidation.

I don't know when.

Some mud threads wrapped around his legs, climbed over his body, and eventually, the growth spread to his terrified face.

Click!