In a place where evil spirits are rampant and resentment abounds, a unique resentment field is often formed.
Some resentment fields are so gloomy that people can tell at a glance that this is by no means a good place, and the best way is to leave as soon as possible. Some resentment fields will condense into illusions according to the wishes of the resentment owner, luring strangers into it.
The latter is often where ghosts and water ghosts gather.
Tiger poison does not eat seeds, but some ghosts will even be driven by the tiger to seduce their relatives for the tiger to eat.
"Taiping Guangji" says: A ghost is a person who is eaten by a tiger, and it is the ear of the tiger.
When the real Dacheng Village was revealed and saw the tragic situation inside, Jin Beijing, as an experienced senior, immediately knew what happened here.
"No wonder there was no resentment in those people just now. They can no longer be regarded as human beings, but they are not evil either. They should be called ghosts."
"Siding with someone else?"
Wang Fuyao has also heard of this kind of thing, "But the ghosts are so weak that they will naturally collapse when they are far away from the tiger. Besides, there are so many ghosts."
"The tiger demon here must be very full."
Wang Xiaotai answered, her eyes slightly darkened, and she sighed, "All mortals must die."
"In other words, how many tigers must there be to create so many ghosts? A field of resentment has even been formed. The ghosts are condensing and resentment is growing. This place is already very dangerous."
"Those tiger monsters that cause trouble and eat people should still be here."
"Don't look back! Don't look back!"
The shrill screams in the distance were getting closer and closer, and several people looked back.
It was the old woman who was leading the funeral procession just now. She was holding a dark spiritual tablet in her hand and approaching them as if floating in the wind.
Guangshen's eyes narrowed, and when she was unprepared, he slapped a ray of white light on the old woman's shoulder with his palm, and shouted, "Don't wake up yet!"
The old woman stopped suddenly, trembling all over, and looked at them tremblingly, her eyes looking much clearer.
After a while, she seemed to have some consciousness, and tears flowed down: "Is it an immortal! Is it an immortal! Immortal, save my son! Save my son!"
As he spoke, the old woman knelt down on the ground holding the black spiritual tablet and began to kowtow to them.
The spiritual tablet looked very heavy at first glance, but no matter how trembling and weak the old woman was, she never put down the dark tablet.
The kneeling of believers was a common thing for Wang Xiaotai and others, so they accepted the old woman's kneeling calmly. However, Wang Fuyao was a serious immortal cultivator and was not used to such scenes.
She leaned down and helped the old woman up from the ground.
Even though the old woman no longer had a physical body and was just a ghost, she could not accept her kneeling down.
Wang Fuyao frowned, "Old man, we came to Dacheng Village specifically to resolve your grievances. Please tell us what happened here. If you explain it clearly, we can save your son."
The ghost of the old woman was extremely weak. If the God of Light hadn't given her some spiritual power, she would have disappeared.
Her face was pale and trembling, and she finally explained clearly what happened in Dacheng Village.
She couldn't remember the specific time. She only remembered that that day, many ferocious tigers suddenly ran out of nowhere and ate everyone in the village.
These tigers are not afraid of swords and guns, and their roars are astonishing. They even know magic and cast spells to surround the entire village, making it impossible for anyone to escape.
That day was a nightmare.
The old woman began to tremble when she said this. This was a painful memory that she could not bear even if she turned into a ghost.
The old woman claimed that her surname was Zhou, and her son was named Zhou Yan. Yan was a good hunter, and his father died early, so the two of them had always been dependent on each other.
After the incident, Zhou Yan immediately took the machete at home, climbed through the window with Aunt Zhou on his back, and ran into the woods outside the village.
Zhou Yan said that he had seen real tigers in the mountains and forests, which were completely different from the ones in front of him. Real tigers would not eat anyone they met. They had never seen humans before, and they would hesitate when they saw them.
These tigers from the village are absolutely extraordinary, and they enjoy eating people.
But later he found that he couldn't get out of the village, so Zhou Yan took her and hid in the cellar of his home for a long time. He didn't even dare to open the door. He ate, drank and ate in the cellar.
Later, the food in the cellar ran out, and Zhou Yan and the others had no choice but to return to the ground.
By this time, no living voices could be heard in the village.
Aunt Zhou suspected that everyone in the village was dead.
They cautiously crawled into the kitchen of a neighbor's house, hurriedly found some food, and stuffed it into their stomachs.
Just as she was going out, Aunt Zhou suddenly smelled an unspeakable stench. She realized that something was wrong. When she turned around, she was met with a pair of green tiger eyes. Her feet went limp and she collapsed on the ground.
At this time, Zhou Yan had already gone out, but when he saw Aunt Zhou being attacked, how could he ignore it? He immediately pulled out the machete and without hesitation, turned around and ran quickly towards Aunt Zhou, pointing the tip of the knife directly at the evil tiger, brazenly defending himself. Aged mother.
Aunt Zhou has no memory of what happened after that.
All she knew was that when she opened her eyes, everything was silent.
Son, the tigers are gone.
She was looking for her son in confusion.
Sometimes I feel that my son has died, and the white-haired man is sending the black-haired man to him, and I have to give him a decent burial.
Sometimes she feels that her son is still alive. After all, the body has not been found yet, and she has to remind her son to leave quickly.
Son, hurry up. My mother is old and can’t walk anymore. It will drag you down. Please hurry up.
My silly son, it doesn’t matter if your mother dies, you have to live on!
Son, go quickly, go quickly, it's dangerous here, don't look back, don't look back.
Don't look back, don't look back, mother is fine, don't worry.
Don't look back. Don't look back. If you look back, you will die.
Wang Xiaotai and the others listened in silence as Aunt Zhou finished telling her story. No one interrupted the ghost's intermittent narration.
As she talked, Aunt Zhou seemed to have fallen into an unconscious state again, shouting "Don't look back," "Don't look back," and she staggered away step by step, holding the dark tablet in her arms.
He seemed to be looking around blankly for his son, and he seemed to be shouting loudly for his son to leave quickly.
But they all know that Aunt Zhou is already a ghost and she is dead.
Although I don’t know how this ghost possessed his own consciousness, Aunt Zhou is indeed a dead person.
And her son Zhou Yan, in a place where resentment is so deep, it is impossible for a stranger who has not practiced cultivation to survive.
There was no name on the dark tablet in her arms, and it was unknown where she found the tablet.
This should be the tablet she found for her son.
But she would never find her son.
I'm sorry for my parents, I'm so exhausted from work.
Caress me, feed me, grow me and nurture me.
If you want to repay the virtue, Haotian will ignore it.
Yanzhizu classmate, your guest appearance is here! I personally think Zhou Yan is very handsome, very brave, and able to protect his mother.
(End of chapter)
