Performing the Yan Xing technique, he rushed into the night, and reached the cellar with a few flips.

The door of the cellar is made of wood, and there is a lock on it, and the lock is open, I don't know if it is because there is really nothing of value in it, or the owner is very relieved about the safety of his shop, although the lock is hung, but it is not fastened.

Zhang Jianwei opened the lock, entered lightly, and entered the cellar, the whole person seemed to have come to the freezer, the kind of cold air found a place to drill in, every hair stood up, and goosebumps on his body rose layer by layer.

Zhang Jianwei directly gave himself a lock spirit talisman, this talisman can control the enemy on the outside and defend himself on the inside, and the effect is particularly good to deal with this evil spirit.

The talisman turned into a flash of golden light, and Zhang Jianwei suddenly felt that the cold feeling around him was blocked, turned on the flashlight, and swept around the cellar.

opened the yin and yang eyes, the black fog in front of him was like a bottle of thick ink splashed over, shrouding everything in a hazy and hazy, the light of the mobile phone can only illuminate the range of about one meter in front of you, turn off the yin and yang eyes and look again, the light is still trapped, there should be a little light around, but I found nothing in the circle.

The cellar is not big, it is more than 20 square meters, the larger bedroom looks like a little bit, it is built with cement all around, there is a little vegetable in it, not much, it should be a lot of people working at home these days, and it is now picked and sold, and such vegetables are sold well.

Zhu Yuyan said that the cellar at home had been expanded, Zhang Jianwei approached the wall, and looked carefully, the light of the flashlight could only illuminate a small area, and he touched forward little by little, and at some point, an antique door appeared.

Zhang Jianwei immediately felt that this door was strange, who had another door in the cellar, through the yin and yang eyes, the black fog on this door was almost like black jade, condensed but not dispersed.

Zhang Jianwei is a stick when he gets started directly.

There were no ripples at all.

glanced at the stick with disgust, and reached out to find a Heavenly Master Thunder Talisman.

Slap directly on the door.

This time the lightning flashed, and the sound of sizzling and cheering came one after another, and a bright white light exploded from the place where the Heavenly Master Talisman and the door panel were connected.

Mixed in, there are also waves of heat.

Zhang Jianwei was pushed out in an instant, and he didn't have time to react at all.

All this is a momentary thing, and when he came back to his senses, Zhang Jianwei found that he had actually come to the ground, and it was a daytime, and the surroundings were chaotic or sitting, lying or standing, and there were people.

Zhang Jianwei subconsciously wanted to throw a stick to beat, but found that his body was completely out of control.

It can't be said that he is not controlled, but at this moment, he seems to have changed as a person, or rather, he is now like some ghost in the upper body, who can see and hear, but cannot control.

"Mother, I want to. Zhang Jianwei is possessed by a child, judging from the height of his gaze, he is only seven or eight years old, and he speaks like the Central Plains.

"Let's go. As soon as the words fell, a middle-aged woman next to him took out a stick, with a numb face, and led him to a place where there was no one on the side.

The child squatted down, and the middle-aged woman also squatted down, and then as the child made a gesture of defecation, the middle-aged woman began to twist something behind her with a stick.

Although Zhang Jianwei is possessed, he can only see and hear, and he has no other feelings, and he is trying to adapt to the new body, and he has not yet incorporated these things around him into his cognition for a while.

At first, he didn't understand what he was doing, but it wasn't until this side was over, the child lifted his thin pants and limped back with the middle-aged woman, and Zhang Jianwei realized that the woman just now used a stick to help the child defecate.

Zhang Jianwei, who was shocked, looked carefully at the people around him, everyone with a numb look, dusty, hair almost clumped together, black and white on his face, one by one like statues, at a glance, the crowd of people stood on the gray land, looking at the dress, it should be autumn, but on the ground in front of them, there was not a single weed, just set up a simple tent, put some clothes on three or two wooden sticks, even if it was a home, and then gathered together, did not move or speak, most people just stared at the sky blankly。

The sky was cloudless, and the sky was blue like a jewel, reflecting in the eyes of the crowd, almost becoming the only bright color on everyone's faces.

"It's been delivered!" I don't know who shouted from afar, and it spread like thunder in an instant.

People scrambled to their feet, running almost with their hands and feet in the direction of the shouting.

"Mother, mother!" In the crowd like a torrent, the children possessed by Zhang Jianwei were scattered, and people kept pushing him in, standing up, and pushing again, and countless footprints stepped on him.

"God bless!" the middle-aged woman's voice was so faint by the crowd that it was almost inaudible.

"Mother!" Tianyou screamed.

But there were too many people around, countless people, countless shouts, countless gasps and screams, and they had long drowned out Tianyou and his mother.

Tianyou struggled to get up, was led by the crowd to the front, didn't care about the injuries on his body, looked left and right to find his mother, like looking for a needle in a haystack, front and back, left and right, all the panicked crowd, numb faces, a little hope, and then covered by worry.

I don't know how long it took, Tianyou was taken outside a city wall, and when he looked up, there were many soldiers standing on the city wall, a group of people who looked like officials, trying their best to maintain order, but the crowd rushed up, without a little reason.

One of the soldiers fired a shot into the sky.

The crowd fell silent for a moment, but when the smell of sweet porridge broke through the dust and pierced Tianyou's nose, the people erupted into even more frantic confusion.

Everyone was tearing, pulling, pushing, and rushing forward.

The soldier fired a few more shots, but it had no effect, turned the gun and fired two shots at the front of the crowd, Zhang Jianwei couldn't see what was going on in front of the crowd, anyway, the people around him were getting more and more excited, at this moment, there was no way to control themselves, the crowd seemed to overflow the flood of the embankment, destroying and decaying, all the way forward.

Zhang Jianwei was stunned by the situation in front of him, Tianyou was already thin and small, and he was completely like a drifter, swaying left and right and moving forward.

I don't know how long it was, but by the time the crowd finally quieted down, the sky was already full of red glow.

In fact, the crowd didn't move much at all, one squeezed one, the front couldn't be forward, the back couldn't be back, the people in the front didn't know, and the people in the back couldn't squeeze through, in this case, people exhausted their last strength, one, two, then a group, a piece, people staggered to the ground.

I can't cry anymore, and I don't have the extra heart to do anything.

Tianyou clutched his arm, which seemed to have been trampled off during the initial riot, and if he hadn't struggled to get up at the end, perhaps the whole person would have died there.