"Old Lin Ao! You... are so shameless! Attack me sneakily when I'm not prepared!"
As soon as Xiting Shusheng climbed to the top of the mountain, he angrily rushed to Beihai Blood Demon and scolded him head-on.
"Okay, okay, I'm wrong. If you want to complain, go talk to Miss Huang..." Beihai Blood Demon dug his ears and pushed Xiting Shusheng out with an impatient look.
At this moment, Wu Fan had also climbed up. Hearing the two men bickering, he probably understood what was going on.
It turned out that these people had climbed to the top of the mountain a long time ago. They had nothing to do and just watched the excitement. However, Lin Ao inadvertently saw Wu Fan hanging on the cliff. His condition was critical, so he exclaimed, causing Dong Dao to panic. Hag's attention.
Although the Dongdao ghost woman said that who cares who cares, there was a worried look in her eyes. Lin Ao understood this and asked the calligrapher of Xiting to go and save people.
However, Xiting Shusheng is naturally petty and has always been worried about Wu Fan calling him an old ghost. He refused to agree whether he was dead or alive. In desperation, the Beihai Blood Demon flew up and kicked him down, and what happened in front of him happened. One scene.
"Thank you to the seniors for saving my life..." Wu Fan calmed down his mood and hurriedly stepped forward.
The calligrapher of Xiting snorted, squatted on the edge of the cliff, and kept drawing circles with his right hand.
Wu Fan looked back and saw that the painting ladder on the cliff turned into a pool of ink with the stirring of the calligrapher's right hand in Xiting, and was sucked into the brush again. It was similar to the magic formula of Taiyi Pavilion. .
"Little friend, don't worry about it. After all, you have saved us before at Evil Dog Ridge. Although we are known as the Four Demons, we are not people who repay kindness with hatred." The Nanshan Immortal just smiled lightly.
The top of the Golden Rooster Mountain is very safe. No matter how hard the golden roosters try, they can't reach here. It allows these souls to finally relax and take a good breather. However, although this magnificent gate is right in front of them, there is no There was only a slight gap, and they could only sit on the ground, waiting for the gate in front of the mountain to open.
At this time, between the mountain peak under their feet and the gate, there was a bright red and wide corridor, which was really like the comb on the head of the golden rooster. People were sitting together in groups, drowsy.
After the trial at Jinji Mountain, everyone had only minor injuries. Because all those disabled souls just now had been wiped out, and no one was left.
Before, the number of souls that had been reduced by less than one-third in the Evil Dog Ridge was considered to be a lot, but I didn't expect that the Jinji Mountain had been reduced by more than half just now!
But the funny thing is that a small part of the people were killed by the golden rooster, and most of the souls died from killing each other.
"Dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong."
A burst of gongs and drums woke Wu Fan up. He turned his head and looked around in confusion, only to find that he was surrounded by a small mountain village with beautiful mountains and clear waters.
The village not far ahead was crowded with people, and the gongs and drums were playing very lively, as if some kind of ceremony was being held.
Wu Fan shook his head but found that he couldn't remember anything. He could only walk towards the village in a daze. But for some reason, he didn't reach the village after walking for a while even though the road seemed very close. At the door, the surrounding scenery was actually much taller than him.
"well!"
Finally Wu Fan walked into the village and saw all the villagers gathered around a high platform in the center of the village. Even the vendors setting up stalls couldn't help but put their feet up on their stools and look inside. Everyone's faces were Shangdu had a mesmerized expression on his face.
"Hello, where is this place?...Uncle, what are you doing here?"
Wu Fan asked several people in succession, but no one paid any attention to him. Even if he slapped their bodies, they seemed not to notice.
He talked a lot, and suddenly felt thirsty, so he went to a wine stall and scooped a bowl of wine to drink, but as soon as the wine entered his throat, he spat it out with a pop.
"Ahem...what's going on? Why is this wine so spicy?"
"Whose kid comes here to steal wine at such a young age? I won't ask for your money this time. Go find your adults quickly!" The vendor just glanced at him hastily, the greed in his eyes mixed with unwillingness. It flashed by, and he continued to immerse himself in the performance on the high platform, shaking his head. He didn't know what kind of performance was more intoxicating than drinking.
After hearing what he said, Wu Fan frowned and looked into the wine vat, only to see a young face reflected in the wine vat.
"Who is this? Is this me? Who am I?" Wu Fan felt dizzy for a while. It turned out that he was actually a child. No wonder the scenery around him was so big.
The performances of the people around him made Wu Fan even more curious. Taking advantage of his short body, he carried a ladle of water and slipped in between the thighs of these people. He came to the front easily, and a huge stage appeared in front of him. before his eyes.
I don’t know what kind of materials this stage is made of, but it is all white and neat. The stage is covered with colorful tablecloths, the colors are eye-catching, and the cuts are very neat. The black and white curtains on both sides were pulled aside and hung with iron hooks. The boards were upright and motionless.
I saw a sign on the right side of the stage with a few big black characters written on it - "Master and Disciple Fight Evil Ghosts".
Sure enough, there were three people "fighting" on the stage at this time. Among the two attackers, the older one wore a smiling mask, but this smile made people shudder, and there was no kindness at all.
The smile was very exaggerated, the two eyes were almost narrowed into a slit, the corners of the eyes drooped downward, leaving only two eyes dangling in the middle. The two nostrils were pulled upwards by a small hook on the top of the head, and the tip of the nose almost touched the bridge of the nose. Two lines of blood oozed from both sides of the nose and flowed into the mouth. But the corners of his mouth were grinning to the base of his ears, and a weird laugh came out of his toothless mouth.
The young man next to him had a wooden mask with an angry face on his face. He was shaking two rattles in his hands, mumbling something, and jumping up and down behind the older man in time with the rhythm.
The one who was beaten was wearing a black cloak and a red evil ghost mask on his face. His eyes were extremely dark and there was a tongue hanging from his mouth. Compared with the beater next to him, he looked a little funny. That said. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the attacker is more like an evil spirit.
The two of them were also fighting fiercely at this time. They were flipping and flying around on the stage, which was very magical. The accompanists on both sides of the stage also followed the music to a more intense point, and stood up in a crazy manner, with very exaggerated and terrifying postures.
But the people watching in the audience were even more excited. The cheers were like landslides and tsunamis. Some of them were so hoarse that they couldn't make a sound, and even clapped their hands until they turned red to show their excitement.
Although Wufan was very uncomfortable with it at first and was ready to leave at any time. But for some reason, this noisy sound gradually became more pleasant, and the evil ghost on the stage became extremely ferocious. The appearance of the ghost killer became more and more kind, and his sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes were righteous.
At this time, the stage in front of them has long disappeared, and the fight between the two seems to be in the vast galaxy! Wufan couldn't help but raise his arms and cheer!
"Okay!" After Wu Fan shouted, his hand loosened and the water fell to the ground with a clang, and the surrounding area suddenly became strangely quiet.
Those who were beating the gongs and drums still maintained their respective postures, but never fell down again. They just tilted their heads and looked at him.
The onlookers in the audience no longer had the infatuated look just now, their eyes were cold, and they all looked at Wu Fan.
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..." Wu Fan took a few steps forward to pick up the water, but before he could take a step forward, he saw the hands of the onlookers surrounding him forming a circle and putting them around his neck!
When Wu Fan was at a loss, he heard a shout from the stage: "Don't be afraid, Xiao Fan! I'm here to save you!"
The young disciple wearing a mask with an angry face flicked the mask and smashed it into the crowd, then jumped off the stage, picked up Wu Fan and escaped from the crowd through a short hole beside the stage.
As the crowd behind them caught up, the performers on the stage waved their instruments crazily and started playing, but at this time there was no rhythm at all, and they just made hysterical teeth-searing sounds.
"Brother Wu Hao? Why are you here?" The two ran for a long distance before stopping. When Wu Fan saw this man's appearance, he was slightly startled, and then his expression suddenly became happy.
"Xiaofan? Aren't you staying in Woxi Village? Why did you come here?" Wu Hao looked at Wu Fan with a smile.
"I...I don't remember either."
"Forget it, I'm tired of singing with my master every day. Come on, I'll take you to a nice place!" Wu Hao raised his eyebrows, picked up Wu Fan and left.
"Brother Wu Hao, the villagers said that you can't enter that forest..."
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Wu Fan came to the familiar small bridge again. On the other side of the bridge was the path of Woxi Village, and on their right was the forest outside the village.
"It's okay, we won't go too far..." Wu Hao frowned, as if he was a little impatient.
"Then... okay..." Seeing that Wu Hao was a little angry, Wu Fan could only agree, but when he turned around and looked, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
"Brother Wu Hao, where's that stone over there?"
"Stone? What stone?"
"It's just a big boulder. I remember we used to play on it..."
"Maybe there was a flood and it was washed away... Let's hurry up and leave, otherwise it will be too late and we will be scolded when we go back." Wu Hao laughed, scratched his head and smiled.
When Wu Fan heard this, he could only nod his head with a puzzled look on his face, turned his head for a final look, and followed Wu Hao into the woods.
But at this moment, the evil ghost on the stage just appeared silently behind the two of them. It held a rusty iron rod in its hand and threw it forward. Then he poked a hole in Wu Hao's chest and nailed him to the big tree in front of him.
"Brother Wu Hao!"
Wu Fan was so frightened by the sudden evil spirit that he did not dare to move. He could only watch helplessly as the evil spirit came towards him.
