In front of the entrance of Qianzhi Village, an old man named Zhi Lin was walking hard.
He walked slower and slower.
His face became increasingly ugly, and his face was covered with sweat.
The face of the boy who was held in his arms had turned completely black, with no trace of blood at all.
However, the boy was still looking at Nao Lin and laughing.
The young people following Zhi Lin stepped forward to take a look, and they were all shocked!
"What, what's going on? Uncle Clan, why did you kill someone now?"
"If you die, just die. It's better than fooling you with fake things a few times, right?"
"No, no, dead people, dead people can still laugh?"
"That proves a peaceful death."
Wow——
A gust of nighttime mountain wind blew by, and a "rustling" sound sounded from the mountain road behind everyone.
A young man from Qianzhi Village turned his head and looked behind him, and said with a slight panic: "I, why do I feel that something is following us behind?"
"This mountain road is inherently mysterious. Don't talk nonsense in the middle of the night!" Another young man walked up to Zhi Lin and said, "Uncle, I'm going home when we reach the entrance of the village!"
After saying that, he didn't wait for Zhi Lin to speak. He glanced at the boy in Zhi Lin's arms with great fear, and then ran away!
But--
"Straight fight!"
A faint cry came from the mountain road behind everyone. Suddenly, the straight warrior stood there as if he had been cast on a immobilization spell, unable to move at all!
An extremely strong sense of panic arose in his heart, his breathing became rapid, and his whole body was trembling violently, but his limbs seemed to be frozen and unable to move at all!
Several other people were stunned for a moment, before they stepped forward to see what was going on. Next...
"Naohashi!"
"Zhiyang!"
"Straightforward!"
"I can't stand straight!"
As shouts came from the mountain road, except for Zhi Lin, who was holding the boy in his arms and hanging a sickle on his waist, everyone else stood still as if they were being pressed down by a ghost!
Then, these people's bodies turned around in disobedience...
They saw, on the mountain road at night, a shaky figure slowly appeared with its head lowered and its arms drooped.
Everyone held their breath at the same time.
Someone said with a trembling voice: "This, this seems to be, seems to be the one buried by the Zhizheng family the year before last?"
"Stop talking, you grabbed his camera..."
"Holy shit, he crawled out of the ground?!"
Just when several people were so scared that their souls were about to fly away, after that figure, a second figure appeared.
This time it's a woman with half a head.
As soon as this woman appeared on the scene, several young people from Qianzhi Village who were pressed into bed by a ghost smelled the smell of urine on the spot!
"Zhiyang, you, your wife! I, I really recognize this!"
"I recognize it too! She has a mole on her butt!"
"Stop talking! This special wife is shared in our village, so she is also your wife!"
"It's always you who buries her, right?!"
Then, one after another, shaking ghost figures appeared on the mountain road one after another. They were all foreigners who died tragically in Qianzhi Village!
The few young people from Qianzhi Village who were frozen in place were speechless until they saw a figure among the group of ghosts, which seemed to be a living person!
"Is there a living person?"
"It's a living person! Master, help, help!"
"Master, help!"
Suddenly, as numerous ghosts moved forward, they all closed their mouths.
Because they saw that the "master" on whom they had entrusted their hope of survival was lying leisurely on a stretcher made of a few bamboos and rattan, and was carried by four ghost figures with slightly stronger limbs. Come on, get closer to this side.
When they got closer, the ghostly figures stopped. Yang Ning lay on the stretcher and glanced lazily at the young people from Qianzhi Village.
With a peaceful smile on his face, he glanced at several people one by one.
"Guilty, deserve to die."
"Guilty, deserve to die."
"Guilty, deserve to die."
There were six young people from Qianzhi Village standing in front of him. Yang Ning said "guilty and deserved to die" six times.
After saying that, he knocked twice on the bamboo stretcher under him. Suddenly, the ghosts turned around in fear and lowered their heads towards him.
Yang Ning said quietly: "Next, you can take revenge and complain if you have any grudges. I only have two requests."
"First, don't touch Nao Lin."
"Second, you can torture them, but you can't kill them. You can absorb the essence, but you can't absorb the yang energy. I also want to participate in their village festival."
"You can choose not to listen to me, but then I will be angry."
As soon as Yang Ning said the last four words "I will be angry", which was extremely plain, all the ghosts trembled!
"Da da"!
He knocked on the bamboo stretcher twice more and said lazily: "Okay..."
"You are ghosts. Look at how cowardly you are. Act like a fierce ghost."
After saying that, Yang Ning took out a bell from the white cloth bag on his body and shook it a few times.
As soon as the bell rang, all the fear in those fierce ghosts disappeared!
Then one by one showed extremely ferocious looks!
Several people on the spot even almost pounced on the young people from Qianzhi Village!
Yang Ning nodded and said: "That's right..."
As he spoke, he waved to the side and made a "pick up" motion with his hands. In his hands, a frightened little turtle appeared.
He shook only half of his limbs in panic, and said anxiously: "Chengcheng, Chengcheng! That's it, hurry up, hide quickly!"
"Don't get caught by them! Otherwise you will be like me!"
Yang Ning's eyes were soft and she said softly: "Actually, I can make your character more fierce, but I still like you who are both kind and timid, so... before I give you a big gift today, , give you a small gift first."
The breeze blew past, and a burst of black air surged out from Yang Ning's fingers, falling on the little turtle's forehead and between his eyebrows, forming a small shark mark.
Yang Ning told him meaningfully: "Normally, you can be a little turtle that is loved by others, but when necessary, you have to be a little shark, do you understand?"
The little turtle couldn't understand what Yang Ning was talking about. His little eyes just kept looking at the mountain road behind him, as if he was very afraid of the very bad memories he had experienced here.
Yang Ning put him down little by little and patted his little back, "Go, little shark, Hong Xiaoer has helped you control Zhi Lin and is waiting for you in front."
After Yang Ning finished speaking, the little turtle's pair of small eyeballs suddenly turned white. Then, the frightened look on his face completely disappeared, replaced by something similar to the ferocious ghost beside him!
The shark whose soul was taken away by Yang Ning before, now its soul is integrated with the little turtle, becoming his second ghost!
At this moment, the little turtle is no longer a little turtle, but a little shark!
Immediately, the little shark lay flat on the ground with all four limbs. He flicked his limbs and found that he was not used to it. Then he used his half-broken limbs to prop himself up on the ground...
It was as if he had discovered something very surprising!
I can actually move with these limbs!
So, next on this ghostly mountain road, a little evil ghost with half of its limbs cut off crawled forward with an extremely ferocious look!
After that, the fierce ghosts also slowly moved forward!
A group of ghosts are walking in the mountains and forests at night!
The target is Qianzhi Village ahead!
Looking at the small figure at the front of the ghost group, Yang Ning remembered very clearly that the little shark was very fierce!
How fierce?
Dare to bite yourself three times so fiercely!
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