Cangma smiled: "You want to admit the second and third, I have no opinion, but don't bring me in, I never said that I was the first stupid person in the world, I just said that this time I was stupid." ”

"Hahaha, that's what the eldest brother said. Shen Fang said: "If Qin Shaochong dares to admit that he is the second stupidest person in the world, then no one in the world will dare to admit the first." ”

"Hahaha. Cangma laughed, "It's a pity that both of my hands are buried in the soil, otherwise I would have given you a round of applause." ”

Qin Shaochong glared at Shen Fang and said angrily: "You like to be a wall grass, but it's boring to be on both sides." ”

"No, no, no, if you want to talk about big brother's ass, I'm far worse than you. ”

"Hahaha......"

The three of them didn't feel bored when they sang and harmonized, and it didn't take long for it to get dark.

"I don't have to be too nervous. Qin Shaochong said: "I don't know if the ghosts in those mouths are true or false, even if they are true, they may not be powerful." Judging by their guts, I can probably scare them half to death with a fart. ”

Shen Fang was just about to answer, only to hear Cangma suddenly say with a solemn expression: "It's here!"

"Where?"

"Behind. ”

When the two of them turned around, their vision was blocked by the raised mound, and they could not see anything.

The horse spun from side to side, stirring up the dirt around him, and then leaped to his feet, breaking the rope from his body in mid-air.

Is it human?

Is it a ghost?!

In the moonlight, he finally saw that face, and Rao is Cangma couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.

If he was a man, he had never seen such a person.

He had only one eye, one ear, and half a mouth, because he only had half a face, and his head seemed to have been torn off in half. The half of the head was attached to the neck with the last bit of flesh on the neck, and it was a terrible sight.

Whoever becomes like this will never live, but he can still walk.

He must be a ghost.

After Qin Shaochong and Shen Fang saw it, they also felt creepy.

He had no feet on either leg, but he still walked on the ground like a normal person. The most terrifying thing is that there will be a series of footprints on the ground he has stepped on, and the footprints are so real that even his weight can be reflected.

But he didn't have any feet.

He gasped as he walked, as if he had come from far away, and the wind poured in through his mouth, and then leaked out of the back of his skull, from his broken neck, making a "plop, plop" sound, as if his brain was swaying in his skull, and his veins were beating his bones.

Whoever sees such a monster coming towards them can't help but retreat, and even if you want to kill him, you don't know where to start.

You will cut off his head, but his head is gone, and you will cut off his neck, and his neck will be broken long ago. He can still walk without feet, so what's the use of you cutting off his legs?

Such a monster stands in front of you, what else can you do but run?

On the night of the full moon, when the moon appears completely in the night sky, it also appears above the head of this human-like monster.

He began to laugh, not from his mouth, but from him, from the hollow shell.

He couldn't count how many people were laughing, and the laughter echoed in his chest like in a leaky house. Then there were people crying, men and women, old people and children, all kinds of voices intersecting and leaking out of his porous body and flowing in the empty cemetery.

Suddenly, Cangma was in awe.

Because he finally realized that in front of him was a cemetery, a place where life ended, a place where hell was connected.

He subconsciously clenched his fists, because he felt a little cold, and the cold wind poured wails into his ears, so he felt an empty cold.

Then he saw an even more incredible scene, which made all the blood vessels in his body begin to contract, and he felt like his internal organs were twisted together.

Because he saw that distorted faces were poking out of the monster's body.

It was the dead souls, countless souls, hundreds of faces, bubbling out along his shattered Heavenly Spirit Cover. They made this person's body their home, and countless lonely souls and ghosts lived in this body.

Who's to say it's not a ghost?

Cangma finally understood why the villagers were so scared, even he himself was furious.

It was a kind of disgusting, that is, just looking at it felt so disgusting that it was disgusting to even stand on the same ground and breathe the same air with him.

No one would even want to touch a decomposing corpse, let alone such a thing.

So no one wants to fight it at all, because there is no point in defeating it. And as soon as your hand touches it, you want to cut off your entire arm.

Sword!

Cangma finally realized why the patriarch wanted to take away their swords, because the patriarch wanted them to die!

"Don't come here!" Qin Shaochong couldn't help but scold loudly as he saw it get closer and closer. He gathered the true qi in his body in the palm of his hand, took a step forward to block Cangma and Shen Fang, and made a desperate gesture.

Since I've never seen a monster like this, no one knows what kind of combat power it will have.

But in the face of danger, Cangma will never let others block the knife for him, especially those he regards as brothers.

"Shaochong!" he wanted to push Qin Shaochong away, but when his palm landed on Qin Shaochong's body, Qin Shaochong's body was completely stiff and motionless. Looking at Shen Fang on the other side, the same is true.

The two of them were staring blankly and completely unconscious.

He was shocked, he had never encountered such a situation!

"You!" he swept away Qin Shaochong and rushed forward in a big stride, "What the hell is it!"

So far, he can't do anything, and a pair of iron-fisted meteors swept out like a moon.

"Bang!"

The arm shook like a hammer on an old tree stump. The monster's body didn't move, but the ghost on its body was beaten and flew away.

The air was filled with terrible screams, and his arms were densely covered with black handprints, and the imps that poured out of the monster's body were crawling up his arms.

"Hahaha. Cangma suddenly laughed, "That's all I can do, little ghost! I can tear it in two when Lord Yama comes, and I can't cure you anymore?"

He scolded, he was really not afraid of heaven and earth, he was full of gangsterism!

He grabbed the monster's half-pulled head with one hand, and ripped off the little devils on his body one by one like pulling onions with the other.

"Is it awesome to be a ghost?" he said viciously: "If you are awesome, how can you kill someone, you will become this life-seeking little ghost, who the hell are you scaring about?"

He scolded and scolded, but his mind cleared up. He remembered the vole that had fought with the owl, it had not been killed by the owl, it had been scared to death by itself.

How ghosts make dead people, ghosts can only scare people to death. And fear only comes from oneself, just a feeling that oneself gives oneself. If you feel that you are afraid, you will be afraid, and if you feel that you are not afraid, there is nothing in this world that can intimidate you.

What's more, the ghosts in this world are originally dead things. Thinking about it this way, Cangma is even more fearless. There are countless people in this world who want to kill him, but he is still alive and well, no one can kill him, and the ghost can kill him?

"Damn it. He threw those wild ghosts to the ground one by one, and he couldn't forget to step on a few more feet, "Ghosts have ghosts, fuck me to get out and reincarnate, otherwise Lao Tzu will beat you once when he sees you." ”

He scattered all the ghosts on the monster, and he didn't stop, and the angry scolding was endless, and he didn't know where he got so angry.

"It's made me dirty, and when I'm done cleaning up your little ghosts, I have to take a hot shower. Cangma said angrily: "Where can Lao Tzu take a hot bath in this wilderness, I really grass you little ghosts, straight thieves." ”

There seemed to be a sense of righteousness in him, which made the little ghosts all stay away.

"Save me, save me......"

And it was at this moment that he heard a voice, a very subtle voice, a hoarse, gong-like voice coming from his throat.

Is this monster talking?

"Save me, save me......"

"You're not dead?" Cangma asked, "Are you a human or a ghost?"

"Help me...... Help me......"

That's all he said when he came and went.

"How can I save you?" Cangma let go of it, "If you are a human, I can save you, if you are a ghost, I can't save you." ”

"Save Me ......"

As he spoke, the monster suddenly raised its hand and sliced open its own chest and plunged it into its own heart.

It actually pulled its heart out of its chest alive, and at this moment, the whole world fell silent, and all the little ghosts were scattered.

Cangma was stunned by its sudden move, and he watched in a daze as he held his heart in front of him.

This is not a human heart, this is a stone, a red stone like a heart, and the scarlet lines are like blood that keeps flowing.

Just as Cangma saw all this, the heart suddenly jumped straight to his chest.

He subconsciously shot out to block it, but this heart suddenly passed through his arm and directly entered his body!

"Ahh

He roared!

It was the feeling of death, and he had experienced it when the golden pill was shattered.

His eyes opened to see nothing, only a void of darkness.

It is even more terrible than the broken golden pill, because the pain comes directly from the heart, and if the heart is broken, he will definitely die!

Thankfully, his mind was still there, and he knew that the stone was taking his place in his body. If it does succeed, then his consciousness will also be expelled from this body!

He's going to be the same monster that is!