The mountain village at night is silent.

Hearing Jiang Taixu's snoring in the house, the old Dao knew that he was already asleep.

He stood up quietly.

Get out of the small room.

Came to the main hall of the dilapidated Taoist temple.

The Sanqing statue originally enshrined here has now rotted due to disrepair.

A dilapidated altar table was placed there.

The old Tao came to the altar.

Suddenly he lowered himself and went under the altar.

Until the whole body was completely under the altar.

He reached out and fumbled.

suddenly,

There was joy on his face.

Pull gently.

A slate grinning sounded.

The old way jumped.

Disappeared on the ground.

...

The smell of rotting is strong to the extreme.

The old man who had just fallen was choked and coughed.

He took out a flashlight.

Slap--

The dazzling light shined in the dim basement.

This secret room is not big.

Just a dozen squares.

There is nothing else.

Only in the center...

Several rotting bones, all sitting cross-legged, seemed to sleep forever.

On the front of the skeleton, there was still some clothing on his body, which was obviously dead at the end.

The living sleeps above, the dead sleeps below.

What a clear distinction.

The veteran looked at those with bones, no accident, no fear,

Instead, there was some sadness on the wretched old face.

He walked a few steps and came to the bones who still had some clothes.

Plop to kneel to the ground.

He knocked his head vigorously.

"Master...tuer...tuer is back to see you!"

Old Dao hung his head, his voice hoarse.

"You told me at the time, don't come back when you leave... the disciple is not filial and violates the master's will."

"It's really the village... It's really like you said, unstoppable changes have taken place."

"In the past few years, even if I'm out of town, I can feel that something here has been watching me."

"I know you let me go because you know that you can't suppress that thing anymore. You want me to go farther and don't come back."

"But... it's all fate... Can't escape... I can't escape!"

In the enclosed space, all the old-fashioned voices echoed.

Skeletons are still skeletons.

Silent and silent.

Under the faint light.

Suddenly it seemed to move.

Slap--

There was a noise.

The old way was startled.

Look up quickly.

Take a flashlight and shoot it down at the skeleton's body.

Among the rotting clothes of the skeleton, a yellowed book fell to the ground.

The old man hurriedly picked it up.

The booklet was already wrinkled.

It doesn't seem to be a modern thing.

The old way opened this booklet.

At the very beginning, there were only a few big characters of dragon and phoenix dancing.

The sharpness is exposed, as if there is sword light penetrating the surface of the paper.

"Changchun Fuhu and this."

"Changchun?"

Lao Dao, as a half-Taoist disciple, doesn't know the name of Changchun.

"Mr. Qiu!?"

Old Dao was slightly surprised, and hurriedly flipped through the pamphlet.

"Poverty in Changchun, I wandered here at the age of sixty-three, and found that evil tigers became troublesome, claiming to be a mountain monarch."

"Swallowing people and eating, turning into ghosts, greedy for beauty, and looking for a human woman to marry for three years."

"The people are miserable, so the poor Dao entered the mountain with a sword, and the sword slashed it."

"However, the tiger becomes a spirit, and the soul is unresolved, and it turns into a ghost, and the poor road seals it, fearing that it will get out of trouble, looking for a heir, and the tiger will be here."

After this passage, a dense series of names are engraved on the back of the booklet.

The old way hurriedly searched.

Finally, on the last one, I saw the familiar words.

"Pang Dao seeks for the true Daoist, and voluntarily suppresses the tiger soul here."

Although the name came to an abrupt end, yet another line of small print was at the end.

"Then I learned it at the end of my life, the technique is not refined, the tiger soul has awakened, and I know I am not a rival."

"I only wish to use the body as a bait and the village as a sacrifice to suppress this evil for fifty years."

"If there are capable people in later generations, we should get rid of them. Pang Dao Mi will bring the people in the village of Soul Burial, thank you Daen."

Turn here.

The booklet has been exhausted.

The veteran sat for a while.

Nothing happened.

It's just that the eyes have already shrunk into needles.

Take the body as a bait...take the village as a sacrifice...

Master is dead... that village...

The veteran patted his head vigorously, feeling that his IQ was not enough for the first time.

If the village is really like what the master said...

The village chief I saw today, and everyone...

If they really had died decades ago! ?

So what are the things that exist now?

The old way dare not think about it.

Soul Burial Village... It's only right to change it to Dead Man Village.

It turns out that the people in this village...

Already all dead!

No wonder, Sanshu Wu, who has always been enthusiastic, has become cold, and the small mountain village that has always been kind has become so weird.

They turned out to be...none of them!

But it's not like a ghost...

Then what are they!

Whee--

There was a burst of laughter in the empty secret room.

"Who!!"

The hair of the old Dao exploded directly,

Subconsciously, he took out the talisman in his arms.

On Fulu, the light prevailed.

Dispel the darkness,

Zuo Chen who had just returned to Sansheng Tea House in Lucheng.

It seems to sense something.

next moment.

An incense smell.

It shows through his eyes, piercing through the space.

When Po Meng saw this scene, she asked in confusion:

"Lord of the Earth?"

Zuo Chen waved his hand.

"It's okay, it's just the old-fashioned guy, he seems to have encountered something."

...

No words for a night.

Early the next morning.

I don't know where a layer of mist floated above the soul burial village.

Envelop the entire village.

Ye Xiuyu, who didn't close his eyes much all night, got up tired.

Her face was pale and unspeakable, and Wang Hui next to her had already gotten up ahead of her.

Ye Xiuyu walked out of the room and saw the old three people under the shed.

Lao Dao's face at this time turned out to be even uglier than her.

Eyes full of bloodshot eyes.

Old Tao looked up at her.

"Did you have a problem last night?"

Ye Xiuyu glanced at Wang Hui and knew that she had told the old way about her changes last night.

Nodded at the moment, and didn't hide it.

"Mr Baishan..."

Old Dao murmured and repeated it.

Passed a bowl of gruel.

"We will go down the mountain after eating, we can't stay here anymore."

The complexions of Ye Xiuyu's trio changed at the same time.

"Old-fashioned? What's the matter?"

Jiang Taixu glanced at him.

"Don't ask so much, the things here are no longer what we can keep."

"Don't we have incense ash... Is it as serious as you said?"

Jiang Taixu was curious.

"Um."

The old man nodded, and then took out a black mass from his arms.

He said in a deep voice.

"Last night... I was also attacked."

"This is? Fu Lu!"

Jiang Taixu was still wondering in the first half of the sentence, but he directly raised his tones in the second half.

"Wocao!!! How did Fulu become like this??"

Jiang Taixu's eyes stared out.

Although his time in Tianjun Temple is not too long, it has been two months.

He knew the effect of the talisman given in Tianjun Temple.

The reason why Lao Dao dared to come to Soul Burial Village without hesitation was because there was a Heavenly Sovereign Talisman in it.

According to Tianjun's meaning, without a solution, it is impossible to shake Tianjun's talisman at all.

But in the hands of the old Dao... half of this talisman has been scorched.

this means...

The old-fashioned thing that attacked last night!

At least there is no solution! ! !

It's so meow...this little broken place! On the first night, I encountered an incomprehensible ghost!

Encountered such an existence, indeed... Xiang Hui can't guarantee their safety anymore.

Click--

A thunder pierced the sky.

It's raining.

The rain hit the dilapidated house, but it really complied with that sentence.

House seemingly endless rain.

Lao Dao didn't say anything else, so he put the Fulu away.

"Wait, go straight down the mountain and go back to Tianjun Temple."

The veteran eyes are bright.

This time, even if he kneeled and died in front of Tianjun, he also asked Tianjun to take action...

Kill the thing here, that shit-kun Baishan-kun completely.

...

Several people were not talking.

Even Ye Xiuyu didn't say anything.

It's really weird here.

After only coming one night, she encountered strange things one after another, which had made the little girl awkward.

Several people finished their meal.

He picked up his things and walked down the mountain.

Jiang Taixu's car stopped not far from the intersection of the village.

The white fog has become bigger and bigger along with the rain.

The mountains are foggy.

This point did not attract the attention of a few people.

After coming down from the mountain.

The old man looked back at the village.

The village in the mist is quiet.

Looming.

[Author's digression]: The update is here~ Da Zhang asks for a silver ticket duck~