On the dark path, a small cart slowly came.
The lantern hanging on the wooden pole illuminated the path ahead, and also showed Aunt Huang's sweat-stained cheeks. The veins of her hands pushing the handlebars were exposed, the dirty yellow fingernails were stained with scarlet that would not fade away, and the corners of her mouth were pursed. With a smile, he whispered softly: "It's almost there, it's almost there."
The outline of the small courtyard in the distance can be vaguely seen.
Bang, bang, bang,
At this moment, a slight slapping sound came from inside the cart. Aunt Huang's expression changed and she stared at the partition gloomily. She then pulled out a short knife from the side of the cart and slowly opened the wooden board.
But she saw a woman with a bloody face lying in the narrow compartment. When she saw Aunt Huang's face clearly with the faint light, her eyes instantly became frightened and she began to struggle hard.
There was a sudden noise on the dark forest path, and the cart rolled over on its side. The woman climbed out in panic and fled to the nearby woods. Aunt Huang chased behind her with a short knife.
ah……
The woman staggered and bumped into a small stone, and fell to the ground in embarrassment. This fall caused severe pain in several wounds on her body. She couldn't get up for a while, and the footsteps behind her were getting closer and closer. .
"Don't kill me, please, please, auntie, don't kill me!"
The woman cried out and begged for mercy, grinding her feet against the dirt and retreating.
Aunt Huang lowered her eyes, and two muddy tears fell down her cheeks. Her expression was almost pleading, and she said something that she didn't know whether it was for the woman or for herself: "If I let you go, my son will die. My son can't Die a second time!"
"..."
Hearing this, the woman couldn't help but feel a little absurdity on her face. She backed away with all her strength and cried: "Please...please let me go. It's not me who killed your son. What are you doing?" Come find me!"
"He's not dead! He's not dead!"
Aunt Huang looked excited, her brows and eyes becoming more sinister. She looked around in the scattered moonlight and found a piece of bluestone. She stood in front of the woman, raised it high and smashed it down!
"Xiao Lin is not dead!"
Bang,
There was only heavy breathing in this small forest.
The grass shook and revealed Aunt Huang's figure. She struggled to drag the woman back to the cart. She was only a few dozen steps away from home. She simply put the woman in the car and took her home.
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Wow,
The water scooped up and dropped, washing the red blood on his hands.
Aunt Huang looked tired and scrubbed her palms vigorously. When she saw some blood stains that couldn't be washed away, she gave up. She picked up the oil lamp beside her and turned back to the room. There was a cinnabar silver needle on the table.
As soon as he sat down, he saw the candlelight flickering, and the temperature of the whole room seemed to have dropped a lot.
"Xiao Lin, are you back?"
A joyful look flashed across Aunt Huang's face, and she skillfully took out two enchanted willow leaves from her pocket, wiped them in her eyes, and looked forward happily. The next second, the joy on his face froze, and his eyes turned red. His old hands wanted to touch the child but were afraid of hurting the child, so he had to cry:
"Xiao Lin, you...what's wrong with you?"
Gou Honglin's condition was by no means good. His ferocious face looked extremely terrifying. There were a lot of exorcism projectiles on his face. He also had a broken arm, and Yin Qi was constantly coming out of the wound.
"Mom, did you kill her over there?"
"Kill it, kill it!"
Aunt Huang pointed to the silver needle on the table.
Gou Honglin breathed a sigh of relief and asked again: "Is Mr. Wu still there?"
"Yes, always there!"
Gou Honglin nodded, picked up the silver needle on the table, and got into the floor under the coffin. Aunt Huang, who was still in a daze, looked at the place where Gou Honglin disappeared, and swallowed back the words of concern on her lips.
After thinking for a moment, Aunt Huang closed the door, lit a candle and groped under the coffin for a while. She clasped her fingers on the depression on the edge and pulled hard. She immediately saw that the stone slab was slowly pulled up, revealing the stone steps below, and then walked in.
"Bang——" There was a slightly dull sound, and the mourning hall returned to silence.
Only a paper figure by the window watched all this silently.
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In the slightly dim corridor, the walls on both sides were lit with torches, illuminating the road ahead.
Gou Honglin's body floated forward like blue smoke. After a while, the front suddenly became clear, and the expression on his face changed accordingly, becoming aggrieved.
This is a basement.
The moment Gou Honglin stepped in, he saw the old man standing next to the coffin with his hands clasped behind his back, and he immediately cried:
"Mr. Wu!"
Wu Hai glanced at Gou Honglin and was not surprised at all when he saw the latter's miserable appearance. His voice was cold: "Did someone kill him?"
"..."
These words directly blocked Gou Honglin's wailing that reached his throat, like a duck being strangled by the neck. In the end, he had no choice but to explain:
"No...no, but my mother got it. I can get it myself, but suddenly two people ran out to cause trouble. One of them had a firearm in his hand, which was very powerful. The other one also had a magic weapon in his hand. You kid. We really can’t defeat him so we have to come back first!”
"Sir, look, I was injured like this by them."
Gou Honglin pointed at the wound, and immediately pulled out a bullet from his face, enduring the pain, and handed it to Wu Hai's hand.
Wu Hai took it calmly and looked at it carefully in his hand. Only then did his expression change slightly. His fingertips rubbed the lines of the projectiles, and immediately a cloud of Yin Qi emerged from his palms.
Hearing an explosion, the blazing fire was crushed by the palm of his hand.
"interesting!"
Wu Hai couldn't help but murmur in a low voice. Firearms and cannons are undoubtedly epoch-making inventions. Even a Taoist priest like him who has established a foundation will die if he is not careful when facing more than a dozen muskets.
But engraving evil-breaking spells on bullets to achieve the effect of killing ghosts is absolutely eye-catching. If it can be mass-produced, what else do Taoist priests do? Just send an army there, wouldn't it be unfavorable?
Such thoughts passed through his mind, and Wu Hai lowered his eyes, but sighed quietly. It seemed that his opponent was too strong at the moment, and it was probably exposed here, so he had to give up.
At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor.
Aunt Huang's figure appeared at the entrance. When she saw Wu Hai, there was obvious respect on her face. She glanced at her son and then asked softly: "Sir, my son..."
"Bring me the silver needle."
Wu Hai interrupted loudly.
Gou Honglin, who was standing aside, did not dare to neglect and quickly handed over the silver needle in his hand.
Wu Hai reached out and took it, placed it between the living corpse's brows, and the silver needle turned into a thick stream of mud and went in. At the same time, compared to the outlines of three faces last time, this time there were six faces wandering under the pale skin, and disappeared into nothingness after a while.
"Although there are two missing, the situation is a bit troublesome now, so we have to put it on the agenda."
Wu Hai's tone was calm.
Upon hearing this, Aunt Huang could no longer suppress the joy on her face. She immediately knelt down and kowtowed to Wu Hai. "Bang...bang bang" her forehead became red and swollen. She said thank you: "Sir, you are so kind. We, mother and son, will repay you by doing cows and horses." The kindness!”
Wu Hai waved his hand, glanced at Gou Honglin's reaction, and said to Aunt Huang: "Go out and watch first, and then wait for the results!"
The footsteps faded away.
"Sir, is it really okay if there are two less people?"
Gou Honglin's mind was still clear and he asked slightly cautiously.
"Of course not!" Wu Hai chuckled and said: "The souls of eight people are indispensable. More than ten years of layout and planning have been wiped out in one fell swoop. You must not be able to understand this feeling."
"It's a pity... I don't have time to waste here. Lin Jiu has probably found my location, but I will never make it easy for him!"
As soon as he heard the first sentence, Gou Honglin realized that something was wrong and immediately wanted to escape. Unfortunately, his feet were locked by a bundle of red ropes at some point and he could not move at all.
