His shout attracted everyone's attention, so when his head flew up, everyone saw it.
The head fell, and the blood in the cavity spurted out three to four meters high.
The air was suddenly filled with a strong smell of blood.
Moreover, the smell of blood was also mixed with the fishy smell of river bottom mud.
Someone turned on a strong flashlight and shone it immediately.
The light hit the man's slowly falling body, and the head that fell to the ground rolled not far away, with his mouth opening and closing, and tears streaming from the corners of his eyes...
A fresh life was gone in an instant.
This scene reminds me of the sacrifices in Shiwanda Mountain.
Good thing it's just one person, not thousands.
The scene wasn't that scary.
After a brief period of confusion, I suddenly woke up.
The corpse fell, and the blood broke through the yellow mud, forming a red stream.
Unless you've seen it with your own eyes, it's hard to imagine that a person could shed so much blood.
In just a few seconds, dozens of flashlights shone in, angrily trying to find the murderer.
In the intersecting light and shadow, I suddenly saw a large footprint appearing on the blood mud.
Yellow mud mixed with blood and water squeezed out from between the invisible fingers, outlining the shape of the five toes.
Seeing this, I hurriedly backed away and shouted at the same time: "Everyone spread out, don't stay in the ruins of the village."
While shouting, I opened my spiritual eyes. When I reached the second floor, I saw a tall headless corpse.
He was holding an incomplete long knife and was walking step by step towards the head that I beheaded at noon.
I gasped and said with a trembling voice, "It's the legendary headless corpse!"
After that, I shouted again, asking everyone to evacuate from the ruins of the village.
Seeing everyone on the ruins running away quickly, I breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the headless corpse carefully.
He is more than two meters tall, covered in black armor, headless, and his black neck bones are exposed.
One arm was also broken, which gave me the impression that the arm had been broken recently.
But even if one hand is missing, he gives me a strong sense of oppression.
I think the villagers at that time ran away in panic because they couldn't see the headless corpse, and their heads fell off neatly.
The headless corpse walked slowly and slowly on the yellow mud, leaving a big footprint with every step it took.
Every step I take feels like stepping on my heart.
At this moment, I finally understood why my grandfather just dared to hide and watched hundreds of villagers beheaded.
If it were me, I wouldn't dare to go out.
The footprints were clear and soon everyone saw them.
One of the squad leaders shouted: "There are invisible dirty things, friends from Yinshan, hurry up and get over Yinxiang!"
In the crowd, some people put down their backpacks and started rummaging around.
After a while, I took out a handful of incense. I didn't even have time to separate it, so I just used a lighter to really light it.
Seeing this, the people around him rushed to help, and with five or six lighters, they quickly lit the incense in the man's hand.
There are many kinds of incense, and the distinction among the people is not very clear. However, there is also a saying that yellow incense is used to worship gods and Buddhas, and green incense is used to worship demons and ghosts.
In temples and Taoist temples, yellow incense is burned, and when worshiping ancestors at their graves, green incense is burned.
However, this Yin incense can be regarded as a kind of Dharma incense.
Anyone who has some skills among the people will have something like this in their hands if they ask Mi Po, Shen Po, and people who have passed through the underworld.
By using Yin incense and witchcraft spells, you can easily bring out the dead.
The Yinshan youth produced Yinxiang, and it should be of good quality.
As soon as the incense was lit, the smoke gathered towards the headless corpse as if it was smelling something.
Under the smoke, the headless corpse soon revealed its true form.
However, he ignored all of this and had only one goal, which was the head.
My idea is to take it away if he wants it. Anyway, the soul inside has been cut off by me, so it won’t be of much use anymore.
But as soon as everyone could see the headless corpse, the teammate of the man who was beheaded said: "Trip him with a rope, go and get the dead head farther away, and lead him away from the river bank. "
When I heard this, my eyelids jumped wildly.
They don’t even know what this is, but they dare to do it?
However, before I could say anything to stop him, the people from that team were already dispatched.
One person picked up the thick rope left yesterday, tied a buckle, and tried to rope the headless corpse like a horse.
The other one who was brave ran over and stabbed the dead man's head with a wooden stick, then carried it and ran to higher ground.
It has to be said that people born in the mysterious world, as long as they are not chasing dry ducks into the water, are all fierce.
And he is also a craftsman.
The man swinging the rope loop was six or seven meters away. He threw the rope out and put it on the headless corpse accurately. He pulled hard and tightened the rope. The people around him swarmed up and kicked their feet to force the rope. The headless corpse was forced to stand up.
When the man holding the head saw it, he stopped running and stopped on a high slope to watch.
In the end, he stopped. The body of the headless corpse twisted, and with the strength of his body, he threw out the long knife in his hand and slashed towards his neck.
Fortunately, the man was not a fool. He hurriedly squatted down, and the sword swept through the dark wind, carrying the smoke of Yinxiang, and brushed against his scalp, and shaved his head on the spot.
Huang Jiu and I couldn't help but shrink our necks.
However, just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the missed sword flew about ten meters, suddenly spun around, and slashed at the man from behind.
When Huang Jiu saw this, he stood up and slashed out with a thirty-meter sword in the air.
The demon clan’s artifact is not just a name for nothing.
The 30-meter-long sword fell, and flew away within a few inches of the man's neck.
As soon as Huang Jiu succeeded in the attack, his tail was raised above his head, and he grinned: "It's longer than a knife, you Jiuye and I are still..."
Before he finished speaking, the flying sword seemed to have eyes, suddenly changed its direction, and slashed at me.
To be precise, he was slashing towards Huang Jiu, but since he was squatting on my shoulder, he naturally slashed me.
Before Huang Jiu could use his sword to block again, Zhang Ziran shouted loudly and clasped his hands together in front of his chest.
Amid the clapping sound, a golden talisman appeared and stood in front of us.
But just when he blocked the sword, Huang Jiu and I had already used the "Lin" formula and ran five meters away.
Although Zhang Ziran has changed a lot, Huang Jiu and I didn't dare to leave our heads to him for safekeeping.
And I never thought that he could really block a blow from the machete. Not only did he block it, he gestured with one hand in the air, activating his Tao Qi and drawing the Heavenly Master Talisman in the void.
Once the talisman pattern was completed, he muttered something in his mouth, and patted the talisman pattern with his hand. The talisman pattern flew out and attached to the sword.
He wanted to use a talisman to seal the ghost sword, but after the talisman attached, the sword fell to the ground less than half a meter, and the talisman collapsed. The ghost sword raised its blade and slashed towards him.
I just ran to the side and stood still, but I didn't have time to go up and help.
All we can do is open our spiritual eyes wide.
At this glance, I really saw some clues.
