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"Dang——"
"Dang————"
When he woke up again, the deafening sound of gongs was heard in his ears. Every sound shocked his heart, making people panic and uneasy.
An Qian's eyelashes twitched, and she opened her eyes in confusion. What she saw was densely fluttering red cloth strips.
She had only seen this red cloth in one place in the village, the small temple with the statue of the god.
Sure enough, An Qian raised her eyes slightly and saw the statue of the god facing her. The statue still looked aloof.
The ropes that were originally only tied on the left and right sides were now also wrapped around the front and back, forming a square fence covered with red cloth strips, like a red cage, trapping Anxi and the others inside.
Yes, Anxi discovered that she was not the only one in the small temple now.
Lin Dawang, Fang Qianyao, Xu Ming, Li Na and Wu, all six volunteers were present.
After Anxi woke up, they also woke up one after another.
"What's going on?" Lin Dawang's voice trembled, "Why am I so weak! I can't move!"
As Lin Dawang shouted.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta..." A series of dense footsteps got closer and closer.
In just an instant, the square circle surrounded by red cloth strips was densely surrounded by the human-shaped spiders we just saw.
"Hehehe..." One of them opened his mouth and laughed.
An Qian identified the owner of the laughter as Jiang Wenwei, the village chief's son.
I knew that these villagers were not good people. They were just pretending to be magic and scaring people.
An Qian gritted her teeth, steeled herself and asked Jiang Wenwei: "What are you trying to do..."
Jiang Wenwei laughed slowly: "Haha... of course I want you to pray for the gods."
"Stop talking nonsense." An Qian couldn't move her body and could only strengthen her tone to keep up. "I'm asking you, what is this blessing?!"
Jiang Wenwei returned calmly: "You will know later."
Finished.
There was another crisp sound of the gong.
As the gongs fell, a black smoke surged around the immortal statue, accompanied by harsh and miserable screams.
The smoke gradually condensed into shapes, which were three human figures, two large and one small.
An Qian immediately understood what these three black fogs were, Wang Cuizhu, Zhang Baohai and their daughter!
They were twisting wildly, as if knife-like pain was tormenting them.
Anthy noticed that they all had chains around their wrists, locking them in place.
"Dang——"
With another gong sound.
The largest shadow, Zhang Baohai, broke free of the chains and rushed towards where the six of them were lying.
Everyone's bodies were numb and unable to move, and their heads were dizzy. There was no way to escape from Zhang Baohai, who was filled with murderous intent.
Li Na, who was at the front, was even more frightened. The black shadow was about to get in front of her.
Li Na squirmed and tried to take out the props in her pocket.
But the black shadow directly ignored her and reached out to grab Lin Dawang behind her.
"What! What is this! Help!" Lin Dawang shouted in horror.
But the next second, he couldn't make any sound.
The shadow pulled Lin Dawang's mouth open as far as it would go, and the sound of Lin Dawang's jaw breaking could be heard.
Then, the black shadow began to crawl into Lin Dawang's mouth.
The black shadow did not change its shape when it got in, just like an adult getting into another person's mouth.
With every inch he penetrated, Lin Dawang's skin was stretched out, like a balloon stretched to its limit, and his blood vessels were broken and deep red blood blossomed under the skin.
After the black shadow completely penetrated Lin Dawang's body.
There was a deathly silence in the temple.
Lin Dawang's jaw had already dropped. He knelt on the ground and looked up at the ceiling of the temple, as if he was really praying devoutly, but the next second his huge belly suddenly exploded.
Flesh and blood splattered.
The five people inside the red cloth circle were all covered in blood.
However, the pieces of flesh that flew out squirmed and moved towards the black shadow that was still kneeling on the ground. After touching the black shadow, it bonded and deformed on the black shadow, and finally reassembled into a completely unfamiliar "person".
Chinese character face, simple facial features...
An Qian suspected that the "person" made of Lin Dawang's flesh and blood in front of her was Zhang Baohai.
Sure enough, the next second, he verified Anxi's guess.
"Cui Zhu! Miao Miao!" Zhang Baohai shouted sternly and ran towards two black figures, one big and one small not far away.
But he ran only a few steps.
Several long thin red tongues passed under the red cloth strips, tied Zhang Baohai's ankles, dragged him to the ground, and dragged him out of the circle formed by the red cloth strips.
After being dragged out of the circle, the villagers surrounding the circle swarmed forward, stuck their red tongues out of their mouths and pierced Zhang Baohai's body, sucking his blood.
"No!! No!!!" Zhang Baohai screamed, his eyes never leaving Wang Cuizhu and his daughter Miaomiao. He dug at the ground with his hands, trying to crawl back, but to no avail, leaving only traces of blood.
Zhang Baohai's body shrank instantly, and the red tongues of the villagers not only sucked the blood, but also devoured the flesh.
In the end, only an empty piece of skin was left, which was also torn into pieces.
The moment the skin was torn to pieces, the black shadow emerged again, or Zhang Baohai turned into the shadow again.
But this time he no longer showed any aggression, as if he had lost his soul, he silently floated back to his previous position without moving.
Anxi watched this scene in silence. To be honest, she still didn't know what she was doing and what her intention was.
But she learned a crucial piece of information.
The reason why Zhang Baohai chose Lin Dawang was not because of anything else, but because Lin Dawang was the only one among them who had dropped blood on the statue of an immortal.
And the next person to die will be the one whose blood will fall on the statue of the immortal.
