Finally, Kui Jingyi saw that there was nothing strange about the old man, so he led everyone forward and arrived at a house. The door of the house was open. Everyone's eyes glanced over it inadvertently, and they saw a towering green tree in the house. There are five huge discs hanging on the giant tree. On the discs, a woman and four young women are playing and playing.
These five women look exactly the same, and they are related at first glance. Just like the old man before, he didn't take Zhongkui Jingyi seriously at all.
Zhongkui Jingyi then walked forward and soon turned into an alley, followed by Qiao Ciguang and other demons.
Entering the alley, walking a few steps, we came to a courtyard. There was a high wooden frame in the courtyard. Two wild boars were hung on the wooden frame. There were blood stains on them, as if they had just been slaughtered, exuding a strong blood. taste.
The wild boar's head was hung on a wooden stake, waiting to dry. It looked down at Zhong Kui Jingyi and others. The light in its eyes had disappeared, replaced by two drops of blood.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
The ax struck the ground one after another, making a crackling sound.
In this kind of small town on the mountain, the villagers rely on their own land for food, so it is normal to kill a few big beasts.
Zhongkui Jingyi and others didn't take it seriously and walked straight past them.
After twists and turns, they finally stopped in front of a house.
This family is relatively neat in the city.
In the huge courtyard, there are five large tile houses arranged side by side.
Next to it are two thatched sheds, which should be places for storing things.
At this moment, the door has been closed, and a faint smell of meat floats out from inside. This is a smell that has never been smelled by the houses that just passed by.
Zhongkui Jingyi stopped in front of the gate. He glanced at it with his spiritual consciousness and determined that this was the residence of the mayor of Baicao Town.
Although his spiritual consciousness had not detected the whereabouts of his eldest brother just now, judging from the information coming from Cicada Tower, Baicao Town must be inseparable from his eldest brother.
In such a remote place, the common people are cowardly and ignorant. The mayor's authority is far beyond that of ordinary people. If there is anything abnormal in Baicao Town, he will know it immediately!
Zhong Kui Jingyi was thinking as she walked forward and knocked gently on the courtyard door.
Bang bang bang.
A slightly deep voice sounded in the dusk.
Not long after, there were footsteps coming in a hurry.
Click!
The door was pushed open, and an old and tired face appeared in front of everyone.
boom!
Baicao Town is a deserted land.
The entrance to the town.
The eight-headed ghost, carrying a luxurious sedan, walked past a stone with the name of the town carved on it and walked in swaggeringly.
In the ghost sedan, Zhan Wuji, the incarnation of the cursed ghost, sat there upright, his aura undisguised and undisguised.
Strong yin energy surged out from the huge sedan.
At this moment, Zhan Wuji appears here, but he is not his true body.
Once he becomes the three "kings" of the underworld, he can extract the grievances, grievances, grievances, and curses of all living beings from the underworld to condense a brand new cursed ghost!
At that time, you only need to inject a trace of your consciousness into the body of this cursed ghost, and you can remotely control this cursed ghost and accomplish what you want!
"It will last ten days."
"In the past ten days, I haven't heard of any gods coming."
"That doesn't mean there aren't any, though."
"I cannot use any magical powers that violate the laws of heaven and earth."
"Um?"
"Mo Kui Jing Yi and Qiao Ci Guang are both here."
Just as he was thinking, a group of children suddenly appeared from a nearby alley, laughing and playing, chasing each other, and kicked a rotten head away.
Their bodies have begun to rot, and many parts have begun to melt and fall away drop by drop. Their necks were empty, no heads.
The childish voice came from the head that was kicked away.
Zhan Wuji glanced at him and said nothing.
The ghost carrying the sedan did not receive any orders, and still carried the sedan and walked forward.
Not long after, a pungent smell of blood hit his nostrils. It was a carriage. The carriage passed through a wall. In the wall was an old man who was making soup.
In front of Zhan Wuji's eyes, the man called "the old man" looked like a skeleton, with no trace of blood on his body. But in front of his eyes, there was a mouthful of boiling soup, with blood and blood inside. mixed together.
Their eyes, noses, mouths, tongues, and ears are all beating constantly.
That is a skeleton, boiled with your own blood!
Zhan Wuji looked calm as the ghost sedan whizzed away at an astonishing speed.
Soon, the sedan passed through the open door.
And under this force, the door that had been pushed open suddenly expanded even more.
The yard was full of leaves and dusty, as if it had been abandoned for a long time. In the southeast corner of the yard, there was a withered tree with twisted branches, like a ferocious evil ghost.
Five white ribbons hang five women.
The bodies of those hanged women were completely decomposed.
Flies swarmed and roared like ocean waves.
Black bugs emerged from their bodies one after another, dyeing their bodies dark brown. It was unknown if it was blood, attracting more bugs.
"Bang! Bang!"
Blow by the strong wind, the pendants were like pendulums, constantly hitting each other, making loud noises, and the carrion and internal organs on them fell faster.
The ghost sedan remained unmoved and walked straight forward.
After flying a certain distance, the eight-headed sedan bearers got the order and suddenly turned into an alley.
Not long after, the ghost sedan stopped in front of a house.
It was a house with a locked door. There was a head dripping with blood hanging on a tall pillar. The head was neatly combed and had a haggard face. On the other side of the pillar, there was a wooden frame. , two fresh corpses were placed on the wooden rack.
This corpse still has its robe, but the remaining forbidden runes on it are still flashing dimly, as if it is still performing its duties, but most of it has been scratched out by a sharp blade. A hole that had no energy left.
Zhan Wuji glanced at the cloth strip on the carriage. On the edge of the cloth strip, there was a huge imprint of a cicada tower.
Judging from the behavior of the owner of the house, it seems that he is preparing to make these corpses into bacon.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."
Blood splattered everywhere, and the sound of the ax cutting into flesh was endless.
At this moment, the huge sedan stopped.
"May I ask your senior's surname?"
In an instant, there was silence in all directions, and the town of Baicao was like a still painting, completely silent.
