The World of Evil Spirits: I Push This World Across the World with My Flesh

"It's fine if you can match up."

Jiang Dao's tone was indifferent, he shook his palm to dispel the smell, looked up in the direction of Zhangjiacun, and said, "Let's go, let's go to the village!"

He took a step and walked straight forward.

Yan Wushuang, who was next to him, was shocked, and quickly followed Jiang Dao, saying, "Master, have all the miners been killed?"

Jiang Dao nodded indifferently.

"Is it really the work of some strange and evil spirit?"

Yan Wushuang asked.

"I don't know yet, I will only know when I arrive in Zhangjiacun!"

Jiang Dao said.

Yan Wushuang didn't dare to ask any more questions.

The horse team of dozens of people began to move forward again, rushing towards the village they passed by when they came.

Ten minutes later, the small village came into view again.

I don't know if it's a psychological illusion, but when they passed the village again this time, everyone felt a trace of invisible oppressive aura.

It's as if this is not a village, but an invisible monster, which makes people feel unspeakably oppressive.

Jiang Dao's body stepped out of the carriage, his eyes were indifferent, and he quietly watched the entire ruined village.

Just when he was hesitating whether to go in immediately.

Suddenly, the door of a family in the village opened.

An old man with a stooped body picked up a wooden basin and poured the sewage out of the basin.

"Master, is there anyone in the village?"

Yan Wushuang was shocked.

Jiang Dao also narrowed his eyes, and the heavenly master looked at the old man with his divine eyes.

Everything in the old man's body was as usual, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Even the neck is extremely normal, unlike other people I met before, full of lifelessness.

Now even Jiang Dao frowned.

"Yan Wushuang, take someone to wait outside."

Jiang Dao gave an order and looked at Old Taoist Linghu, "Master Daoist, let's go in!"

"it is good!"

Old Daoist Linghu also nodded slightly.

The old man at this moment retreated into the yard again after pouring the sewage in the tub and closed the door.

Not long after, Jiang Dao came to the old man's door and knocked lightly.

"Old man..."

Bang bang bang!

sounded.

"Who?"

An old voice came from the yard.

"We are passers-by, can we ask for a bowl of water?"

There was a sound of shambling footsteps, and then there was a creaking sound from the door.

The old man from before opened the door again, raised a pair of cloudy old eyes, and looked at Jiang Dao and Linghu Laodao. After seeing Jiang Dao's height and build, the old man was obviously startled and a little uneasy.

"Strong... I don't know what to do with a strong man?"

Jiang Dao frowned, carefully looking at the old man in front of him.

Same as I saw before!

The old man did not have a trace of yin or death in him!

It looks no different from a living person.

"Old man, do you live at home by yourself? Is there no one else at home?"

Jiang Dao asked.

"Old... the old man has been living alone, what's wrong?"

The old man said uneasy.

"It's nothing. I heard that a lot of people went missing in our village not long ago. Does the old man know?"

Jiang Dao cut to the chase and asked.

"Missing person?"

The old man was stunned, and then quickly denied, "This is absolutely impossible. Our village is very small, and the number of people in each household is very clear to the old man. If someone is missing, the old man will definitely know it long ago."

"There are still many people living in this village?"

Jiang Dao frowned again.

"That's right. There are 89 people in our village. They have lived here all the time. No one has ever disappeared."

The old man patted his chest to assure.

Jiang Dao was silent for a moment, and suddenly, he shot like lightning, grabbed the old man's head like lightning, quickly pulled his neck away, and looked towards it.

Just for a moment, Jiang Dao's face changed slightly.

Everything on the other party's neck was normal, and there were no traces of incisions.

He withdrew his palm again, thinking about it.

The old man was startled, showing horror, and hurriedly backed up, "You...what are you going to do? Are you going to rob my old man? Come, come, come, someone is coming to rob!"

He screamed desperately.

Other families in the village heard the movement one after another.

Without even thinking about it, many strong men grabbed their hoes and sticks, opened the door quickly, and rushed out.

"Who is it? Which bastard dares to rob our village chief!"

Someone yelled and rushed over.

Jiang Dao swept his head back, golden flames appeared in his pupils, quickly swept over every villager, and his suspicions grew deeper and deeper.

Everything is very normal!

None had a problem!

"How...it shouldn't be..."

Jiang Dao murmured.

Chapter 211 Seeing Strange Again

A group of strong men quickly surrounded them with long sticks and hoes, and some people started shouting.

"Kill them!"

"Yes, kill them!"

"Wait, everyone, we have no malicious intentions!"

Old Daoist Linghu's expression changed, and he spoke hastily.

Jiang Dao frowned, and suddenly raised his palm and smashed a stone tablet in front of him, with a bang, pieces of broken stones flew randomly.

The faces of all the people who were about to wave it over changed, and they stopped quickly, each showing a hint of horror.

"You... who are you?"

One of the big men trembled.

Jiang Dao ignored him, but looked indifferently at the old man before, "Are these all the villagers in your Zhangjia Village? Has anyone disappeared recently?"

The old man was also terrified by Jiang Dao's hand, showing fear, and said, "Yes, yes, absolutely no one is missing!"

"Then has anyone been to your village recently? Something happened to the mine not far away, do you know?"

Jiang Dao's tone was calm.

"No one has come to the village recently. Has something happened to the mine? The old man doesn't know, but many people in our village make a living in the mine..."

The old man said quickly.

"Who makes a living in the mines?"

Jiang Dao frowned.

"They...they all make a living in the mines..."

said the old man.

"Yes, my lord, we all earn a living in the mines..."

There were bursts of weird laughter.

The villagers, whose faces were pale and trembling with fright, suddenly showed a sly smile, their lips were scarlet, and they took off their heads one by one, and looked at Jiang Dao with a pair of eyes, with a hint of charm.

Jiang Dao's heart sank, and he was about to do it.

But in the blink of an eye, the screen in front of me disappeared, and with a bang, it returned to its previous appearance again.

It was still the trembling villagers, still the people who were too frightened to look up.

It was as if everything just now was an illusion.

Jiang Dao's pupils shrank, and his eyes swept over every villager, but he still didn't find anything unusual.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Old Taoist Linghu, "Master Daoist, did you discover anything just now?"

Old Daoist Linghu was stunned, shook his head and said, "The old Daoist didn't find anything abnormal."

Jiang Dao's heart sank.

Hired again?

He never believed that he would have hallucinations, but the scene just now really appeared in front of his eyes, and even his celestial master's divine eyes could not see the reality.

Jiang Dao breathed out lightly, and said calmly, "You guys make a living in the mine, why didn't you go today? Do you know that the mine head Guo San is dead?"

"The mine head is dead?"

"how can that be?"

"My lord, when we got off work last night, Mr. Guo personally told us that the mine was under renovation today and we don't need to go to work. He also asked us to rest for a day and go back tomorrow."

"Yeah, how did mine head Guo die?"

These villagers said one after another, many of them were shocked.

Jiang Dao frowned slightly, then raised his head suddenly, looked at the second-floor attic deep in the village, and asked, "Village Chief, who owns that small attic?"

The old man next to him looked up and immediately responded, "My lord, that is the home of Lu Yuanwai, an upstart in the village. So I built a small pavilion in the village, and only came back to live for a few days."

"Is he at home now? Take me to his house."

"Go back to your lord. Lu Yuanwai hasn't come back for more than a year. The key to his house was given to the old man for safekeeping before he left. I'll take a few adults there."

The old man quickly turned around and took the key from the house, and began to lead the way forward.

With no expression on his face, Jiang Dao stepped forward and followed behind.

Old Daoist Linghu was also thoughtful, and followed closely.

A group of villagers talked a lot and followed immediately.

After walking not far, suddenly, gusts of wind blew, whining harshly.

An unspeakable rancid smell came from the dilapidated village.