Zheng Jin's hand holding the gun was stiff and straightened, and his body was still standing.
And the head was held in the arms of a child in the dark shadow of a tree and gnawed on it,
The child's mouth was bulging, and the lower half of his face was scarlet. He smiled at me.
In the Dynasty, Li Xugang's eyes were blank, and he didn't even know that blood flowed into his mouth.
Li Muyu put his hands in front of him in advance so that his face was not stained with much blood.
Zheng Jin’s body fell,
I looked back at the headless corpse and sighed inexplicably,
I came to the little boy in the dark shadow of the tree, reached out and grabbed Zheng Jin's head,
The child's sharp hands clasped his head like a treasure, but when he saw me coming to get it, he readily pushed it out.
I placed the eaten half of Zheng Jin’s head at the gap in his neck, although it was no longer connected.
Then I took the gun from his hand, and there were Supernatural Countermeasures Bureau's rune bullets in the magazine.
The village chief urged again at the door: "Let's go... Ah Si... it's time to go."
I casually stuffed the gun into my waist and walked toward the door.
This time no one stopped or said a word.
Li Xugang stared blankly at Zheng Jin's body. Just now he saw a black shadow flashing past, and Zheng Jin's head moved.
Li Muchu instinctively shook her delicate body.
Sure enough... Sure enough, something happened... I knew that provoking that guy would not end well.
Zheng Jin died without any warning... They didn't even have a chance to react.
Using a gun to hold Zhang Ah Si hostage...is the only way to die.
The dynasty held a black talisman and was wary of the surroundings. If Zheng Jin had not taken action before, maybe they could have taken shelter here.
But after Zheng Jin took action against me, it became difficult to control the behavior of these people and ghosts.
Maybe humans and ghosts will rush in next moment.
In fact, humans and ghosts have already come in just now...
Li Xugang cried sadly: "Isn't it over now? Not only did Zheng Jin fail, he also tricked us."
"He died happily, but he left a big hole for us."
"He has angered all these people and ghosts. Even if he dies, we won't be able to survive."
Everyone can understand that I am working with humans and ghosts, and if Zheng Jin attacks me, their fate can be imagined.
The three of them gathered together to prepare for the human ghost.
But until I left the house,
There was no movement from humans or ghosts, which surprised them.
When I came to the door, the village chief and others smiled at me. That familiar and generous smile actually made me tired.
A group of black shadows separated to make way for me. They happened to also block the exits in other directions. It seemed that there was only one way left for me.
This is the road leading to my family's ancestral grave.
Village chief: "Let's go, it's time to go."
"Yeah", I walked along the path they gave me,
The village chief and the dead heads on the wall also came over one after another.
They follow me strangely,
Li Xugang, Wang Chao and others who were still at my house were suddenly discouraged. They leaned on each other helplessly.
The color on Li Muyu's face was returning: "It seems that Zhang Asi took those ghosts away."
Li Xugang: "Thank God...Thank God...".
Wang Chao looked at the door and said silently: "He saved us...".
This sentence made both Li Muyu and Li Xugang speechless, especially Li Xugang.
He was silent when Zheng Jin took action, but now that he was rescued, he was silent again.
.............
The black soil fields where the ghostly shadows of death appear in the countryside,
Slender, short, twisted...black shadows with their own characteristics accompany me on both sides,
They seemed to be opening the way for me, leading the way and protecting me.
The little children jumped up and down happily, and the women sang melodious country songs.
The enlightening cry of the bass, the melody of the strange hair suddenly standing up,
It sounds like a woman complaining and wailing, but also like another extreme song during a festival.
The country songs that send chills down one's spine echo in the wasteland, and every time it is echoed, it seems like someone is responding to the lamentation.
Unknowingly, there were many more people in our group.
The hazy shadows followed me, listening to the creepy tunes and dancing their limbs.
pS: There is still a chapter of 3,000 words, which will be posted at the party. I try to keep the plot as clean as possible and maintain the quality, so I’m asking for free gifts and praise! ! !
