It happened to be sunset at this time, and the setting sun was like blood.
The sky is getting dark, and the setting sun on the horizon has a touch of dark red. The light reflected in the yard looks even more charming and strange.
I suddenly realized that Zhang Er also said when he received this shroud that the last twelve villagers knew how they died. Originally this shroud was used to deal with me, but now it has no effect on me. used!
My heart was shocked!
The old man who stole his life, that is, Yuan Huashao, will reap the consequences!
Without looking at the compass, I chased Zhang Er directly.
Mao Yuanyang and the eight Taoist priests under him did not follow us. Instead, they jumped onto the stands and got into the hole. However, Mao Yuanyang still followed at the back and did not take the lead.
I felt a chill in my heart. Sure enough, Mao Yuanyang was just as I thought. It was impossible for him to face the danger directly, and there would definitely be cannon fodder in front of him.
The Taoist priests under him will all be in trouble.
In an instant, I was behind Zhang Er.
The sky is getting darker and darker, the setting sun disappears, and dark clouds cover the twilight.
Zhang Er stopped in front of a room, which was very close to the stage, but he only paused for a few seconds, then turned sideways and continued walking forward.
The burial clothes on his body exuded the pungent smell of blood, and the bloody palm prints on it were particularly bright red.
I didn't dare to interrupt him. I probably guessed that he was trying to determine the old man's location!
We are outside and the old man is inside. He should not be able to see us. Even though Liu Yushu failed, we still have a slight advantage!
Zhang Er kept walking sideways, and we turned around half of the yard before he stopped.
At this moment, the two of us were already standing in front of the main room.
The sky was completely dark, and a crescent moon hung in the night sky, breathtaking.
The furnishings in the hall are very monotonous, with a few high chairs and statues of the Three Pure Ones enshrined on the innermost wall.
Zhang Er walked into the main room, and I noticed that his face seemed to have changed.
It's not a change in appearance, but like the eyes... My expression suddenly changed. How come Zhang Er looks a bit like Zhang Shuiling's father in the words of the Zhang family?
In a daze, I felt that Zhang Er looked like someone else... someone from the village...
My heart felt even more chilly, and goosebumps kept appearing on my body. Could it be that Zhang Er was haunted? And he keeps getting into trouble. Is it all a matter of the burial clothes?
He did not pause in the lobby, but paced back and forth in circles, and finally stepped towards the right wall against the wall.
When I got here, I discovered a very obscure staircase in the corner.
The stairs are very narrow and can only allow one person to pass.
Zhang Er walked in front. He moved very gently and made no sound at all...
I followed behind, holding my breath and raising my breath, not daring to make any noise.
I tried my best to suppress my emotions and prevent my heart from beating so fast.
The veins on his forehead kept bulging, and sweat dripped down his back in large drops.
After about a minute or two, we reached the end of the narrow staircase, which was blocked by several wooden boards.
The wooden board is not a door, it just blocks the stairs diagonally. There are also a lot of spider webs. It is obvious that no one has walked around for many years.
A few rays of light came through the gaps in the wooden boards.
Zhang Er was lying on his hands and knees, peeking in through the gap.
I also squatted down as much as possible and peeked inside.
I originally thought that the main room was just a single-story building with high ceilings, but I didn't expect that there was such a hidden and small attic above the beam ceiling at the top.
Through the crack in the door, I found that the light came from the candles on the candlesticks on both sides of the attic, and the candlelight swayed faintly.
By the light of the candle, I saw the old man and Liu Yushu.
My fists gradually clenched! Sure enough, they are here!
Zhang Er is really smart. If it weren't for him, we might not be able to find Liu Yucura even if we dig three feet into the ground. Perhaps by the time Liu Yucura is found, his life span will have been stolen, and it will be impossible to catch the old man again.
At this time, Liu Yushu was tied and sitting on a chair, facing us. He was still in a coma and had not woken up. Because of excessive blood loss, his face became obviously pale.
It is hard to imagine that Liu Yushu, who has profound Taoist skills, was sure of victory one moment, but ended up in this situation the next moment.
In fact, this is not to blame for his arrogance. He does have the ability to be arrogant and complacent. The only mistake he made was the trap on the stage. The old man was so calculating that not only would the board break, but there would also be sharp objects underneath. It pierced the soles of Liu Yucura's feet.
How can ordinary people endure that kind of pain? Even if it was Liu Yushu, even if he held back, he couldn't defend himself against the old man's attack.
If he had fallen head-on, he would have died on the spot.
At this moment, his legs and body were tied to the chair, and his hands were hanging on his shoulders, not tied.
The old man was tinkering with something in front of him, always with his back to us.
I wanted to take action immediately, but I was still restraining myself strongly. At this distance and with the wooden board blocking me, I wasn't sure that I would hit with one hit, and Zhang Er hadn't moved yet.
Normally, Zhang Er might not have much means, but with Zhang Er now, wearing this burial suit, I feel that I may not be his opponent...
There are dozens or hundreds of corpse-shattering evil spirits on him!
There was a soft bang, and I saw the old man drop a bag of stuff. He turned the stuff over and it turned out to be a pile of black and red soil.
That is clearly the longevity soil on Xinglong Mountain! He bent down and placed the skull longevity bowl next to the soil.
Then he raised his hand and slapped Liu Yushu's face! There was a crisp sound, leaving five finger prints on Liu Yushu's face.
Immediately afterwards, there was another snap, and the old man changed his hand and slapped him again. There were palm prints on both sides of Liu Yushu's face.
Abruptly, the old man suddenly said: "The Liu family's savage old masters are not as capable as each generation, but your temper has not become smaller. Today I will eat your birthday, and later I will celebrate Luo Shiliu's birthday." I went to your Liu family and wiped out your clan along the way."
"You do justice for heaven, and I will do justice for ghosts." While muttering to himself, the old man slapped him a few more times. I was already burning with anger, and my eyes were so hot that they felt like they were about to bleed.
His words also made me feel even more disgusted, but if he really stole Liu Yushu's life, he would definitely be more capable.
At this moment, Liu Yushu finally woke up slowly.
He didn't groan in pain, or even gasp, and stared at the old man with murderous eyes.
The old man suddenly smiled ferociously and said, "You're awake now. If you don't wake up, I'm afraid you'll bleed to death and waste your life."
Suddenly, he grabbed Liu Yucur's hands and directly picked up the skull longevity bowl on the ground with his other hand.
