"Lin Ao, old man, you... Shameless! Sneak attack me while I'm unprepared!"

As soon as the Xiting Shusheng climbed to the top of the mountain, he rushed to the Beihai Blood Demon angrily and reprimanded him.

"Gotta have it, can't I be wrong, if you want to complain, go and talk to Huang Da Beauty..."The Beihai Blood Demon gouged out his ears, looked impatient, and pushed the Xiting Shusheng out.

And at this moment, Wu Fan had already climbed up, and listening to the two of them fighting, he probably understood what was going on.

It turned out that these people had already climbed to the top of the mountain, and they simply looked lively when they had nothing to do anyway, but this Lin Ao inadvertently saw Wu Fan hanging on the cliff, and the situation was critical, so he exclaimed, which attracted the attention of the ghost woman of Dongdao.

Although the ghost woman of Dongdao said who cares about whom, but there is a worried look in her eyes, Lin Ao already knows this in his heart, so he asks Xiting Shusheng to go down to save people.

And Xiting Shusheng was born cautious, and he had always been obsessed with Wu Fan's matter of calling his old ghost, and he didn't agree to live or die, and in a hurry, the Beihai Blood Demon flew up and kicked him down, and the scene in front of him happened.

"Thank you seniors for saving your life..."Wu Fan sorted out his mood and hurriedly stepped forward.

Xiting Shusheng snorted, squatted on the edge of the cliff, and kept drawing circles with his right hand.

Wu Fan looked back, only to see that the painting ladder on the cliff wall turned into a pool of ink with the stirring of the right hand of the Xiting Shusheng, and was sucked into the brush again, which was similar to the method of the Taiyi Pavilion.

"Little friends don't have to mind, after all, you also saved us in the Evil Dog Ridge before, although a few of us are called the four devils, but we are not the ones who will take revenge. Nanshan Immortal Weng just smiled faintly.

The top of this Golden Rooster Mountain is very safe, no matter how those golden roosters toss, they can't reach here, but these souls finally relax and can take a good breath, but although this golden gate is in front of them, there is no gap, they can only sit on the ground, waiting for the opening of this gate in front of the mountain.

At this time, between the mountain peak and the gate under their feet, there was a bright red and wide corridor, which was really like the comb of the golden rooster's head, and everyone sat together in groups of three or five, drowsy.

After the trial of Jinji Mountain, everyone was only slightly injured. Because the crippled souls just now have been wiped out, and there is no one left.

Before, the Evil Dog Ridge had reduced less than one-third of its soul, which was already a lot, but I didn't expect that this Jinji Mountain had been reduced by more than half just now!

However, the funny thing is that the people killed by the golden rooster account for a small part, and most of the souls die from killing each other.

"Boom... Knock knock... Knock knock..."

The sound of gongs and drums woke up Ufan, and he turned his head to look around in confusion, only to find that it was a small mountain village with beautiful mountains and rivers.

The village not far ahead was crowded with people, beating gongs and drums, as if some ceremony was being held.

Ufan shook his head but found that he couldn't think of anything, so he could only walk towards the village in a groggy manner, but for some reason, he didn't reach the village gate after walking for a while, and the surrounding scenery was much taller than himself.

"Good!

Finally, when Ufan walked into the village, he saw that all the villagers were gathered on a high platform in the center of the village, and even the small vendors who set up stalls couldn't help but put their stools on their feet and looked inside, and everyone's faces were fascinated.

"Hello, what is this place?... What are you doing here?"

Ufan asked several people in a row, but no one paid attention to him, even if he slapped their bodies, it was as if he didn't notice.

He had spoken a great deal, and suddenly he was thirsty and went to a stall selling wine, and scooped a bowl of wine to drink, but as soon as it entered his throat, he squirted out.

"Ahem... What's going on? Why is this wine so spicy?"

"Whose child, why did he come to steal wine and drink at such a young age, I don't want your money this time, hurry up and go to your adult!" The peddler just glanced at him in a hurry, the greed in his eyes mixed with unwillingness flashed, and continued to shake his head and immerse himself in the performance on the high platform, I don't know what kind of performance is more intoxicating than drinking.

Hearing his words, Ufan frowned, and looked into the wine vat, only to see a young face reflected in the vat.

"Who is this? Is this me? Who am I?" Ufan only felt dizzy, it turned out that he was a child, no wonder the scenery around him was so big.

The performances of the people around him made Wu Fan even more curious, relying on his short body, he carried a water scoop through the thighs of these people, and easily came to the front, and a huge stage appeared in front of him.

I don't know what material is used to build this stage, but the whole body is white and regular, and the table is covered with colorful and green tablecloth, the color is bright and eye-catching, and the cut is very neat. The curtains on both sides were black and white, pulled aside, hung with iron hooks, and the boards were upright, and the lines did not move.

I saw a sign on the right side of the stage, with a few big black characters written on it - "Master and Apprentice Fight Evil Ghosts".

Sure enough, at this time, there were three people on the stage who were "fighting". Among the two beaters, the older one wears a smiley mask, but this smile makes people shudder, and there is no sense of kindness at all.

I saw that this smiling face was very exaggerated, the two eyes were almost narrowed into a slit, the corners of the eyes drooped downward, and only two eyes were left dangling in the middle. The two nostrils were pulled up desperately by a small hook on the top of the head, and the tips of the noses were almost touching the bridge of the nose, and two lines of blood flowed into the mouth faintly oozing out of the wings of the noses on both sides. The corners of his mouth reached the base of his ears, and a toothless mouth let out a strange laugh.

The young man beside him wore a wooden mask with an angry face on his face, and two rattles in his hands and chanted words, jumping up and down behind the older man to the rhythm.

The beaten, dressed in a black cloak, with a red demon mask on his face, two dark circles under his eyes, and a tongue hanging from his mouth, was a little funny compared to the beater beside him, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the beater was more like a demon.

These two also hit the fierce place at this time, flipping and moving on the stage, flying around is very magical. And the accompanimentists on both sides of the stage also followed the music to the fierce point, and stood up with a frantic expression, and the posture was very exaggerated and terrifying.

But the onlookers in the audience were even more excited, cheering like a landslide and tsunami, and some were really hoarse and couldn't make a sound, and they had to clap their hands red to show the excitement in their hearts.

Although Ufan was very uncomfortable at first, he was ready to leave at any time. But for some reason, the noise gradually became pleasant, and the evil ghosts on the stage became extremely hideous, the appearance of the ghost fighters became more and more kind, and the sword eyebrows and starry eyes were righteous and awe-inspiring.

At this time, the stage in front of him was long gone, and the fight between the two was like being in the middle of a mighty galaxy! Wu Fan couldn't help but raise his arms and cheer!

"Okay!" Wu Fan shouted, his hand loosened, and the water scooped to the ground, and the surroundings suddenly fell to the ground with an eerie silence.

The gongs and drums were beating, still maintaining their respective positions, but they never fell, just tilting their heads to look at him.

The onlookers in the audience did not have the obsessive and intoxicated look just now, their eyes were cold, and they all looked at Wu Fan.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..."Ufan took a few steps forward and was about to pick up the water scoop, but before he could take a step, he saw the onlookers around him form a circle with their hands and put them on their necks!

When Wu Fan was at a loss, he only heard a shout from the stage: "Xiao Fan is not afraid, I will save you!"

I saw that the young disciple with the mask of angry face shook the mask and smashed it into the crowd, then jumped off the stage, pulled up Ufan and fled from the crowd through a low hole on the side of the stage.

As the crowd behind him chased after him, the performers on the stage waved their instruments wildly and played, but at this time there was no rhythm at all, only hysterical tooth sourness.

"Brother Wu Hao, why are you here?" The two ran for a long distance before stopping, and when Wu Fan saw this person's appearance, he was slightly stunned, and then his expression suddenly became happy.

"Xiao Fan, you didn't stay in Woxi Village, why did you come here?" Wu Hao looked at Wu Fan with a smile.

"I... I don't remember either. ”

"Forget it, I'm tired of singing with my master every day, I'll take you to a good place!" Wu Hao raised his eyebrows, pulled up Wu Fan and was about to leave.

"Brother Wu Hao, the people in the village said that you can't enter that forest..."

I don't know how long they walked, but Ufan came to the familiar small bridge again, on the other side of the bridge was the path of Woxi Village, and on their right was the forest outside the village.

"It's okay, let's not go too far..."Wu Hao frowned, as if he was a little impatient.

"That's... Okay..."Seeing that Wu Hao was a little angry, Wu Fan could only agree, but when he turned his head to look, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Brother Wu Hao, where's the stone over there?"

"Stones, what stones?"

"It's a big boulder, I remember we used to play on it..."

"It may have been flooded, washed away... Let's hurry up, otherwise it will be too late in a while, and we will be scolded when we go back. Wu Hao snorted, scratched his head and smiled.

When Wu Fan heard this, he could only nod with a puzzled expression, and finally turned his head to take a look, and followed Wu Hao to the woods.

But at this moment, I saw that the evil ghost on the stage just now appeared silently behind the two of them, and it held a rusty iron rod in its hand and threw it forward, instantly poking a hole in Wu Hao's chest and nailing it to the big tree in front of him.

"Brother Wu Hao!"

Ufan was so frightened by this sudden evil ghost that he didn't dare to move, and could only watch as the evil ghost grabbed him.