The crazy junior sister Yin turned into a dog, and the sky was full of gods and Buddhas and took a d

They attacked several more times, but no one could fly out.

Ming Fan put away his spiritual power, walked towards the nearest house, and knocked on the wooden door.

"anyone there?"

No one responded for a long while.

Seeing this, Ming Fan turned around and knocked on the house next to him.

After a long time, there was a rustling sound in the room. Although the sound was not loud, she still heard it.

"I know you are inside. We are Qingyang Sect disciples. We are passing by here. Can we talk further?"

Creak - the door was opened a crack from the middle, and a pair of eyes inside carefully looked at them.

In their town, no outsiders have been here for a long time.

"Hi~" Ming Fan stepped forward and tried his best to smile as harmlessly as possible.

Sure enough, seeing that it was a young girl, the people inside lowered their guard and said hurriedly: "You should leave quickly, outsiders are not welcome here."

Ming Fan pointed to the sky and asked tentatively: "I had no intention of walking into the village, but has your village always been like this? That one in the sky..."

Before she could finish speaking, the people inside looked panicked and hurriedly closed the door. The voice behind the door was loud: "Go before it gets dark. Don't ask questions you shouldn't!"

"..." Looking at the closed door, Ming Fan frowned.

They want to leave, but they have to be able to get out.

Leshan just walked out of the village, but he seemed to be unable to reach the stone monument at the entrance of the village.

This is obviously a magic circle that can only be entered and cannot be exited. They are trapped here without knowing it.

"What do you think you shouldn't ask?" Ming Fan smiled with a cold look in his eyes.

The old man who opened the door turned around and saw the person who was outside the door just now. He didn't know when he was standing behind him, and he was frightened.

There were five other people following her. These people had outstanding looks and did not look like bad people.

But it is indeed not like the behavior of righteous people to climb over the wall and come in without their consent.

The old man looked at them and sighed for a long time: "Just follow me."

The room was dark, and the wooden tables and chairs emitted an unpleasant musty smell because they had not seen sunlight for many years.

"If you have any questions, ask them now." The old man lit the kerosene lamp, and the dim flame crackled.

"There is a barrier in the village, do you know?" Leshan asked, staring at the old man.

Looking at it like this, it is obvious that this barrier has not appeared for a day or two. In this case, it is impossible for the people here to know nothing about it.

But if you know, why don't you talk about it?

It is human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Generally, if something like this happens to someone else, they will definitely seek help from them as if they saw a savior, instead of running away like this.

After all, in the eyes of mortals, the Immortal Sect monks are like the reincarnation of Daluo Jinxian. If something happens, you can get twice the result with half the effort if you can seek their help.

The old man's eyes were bright, dark and gray, and he said in a hoarse voice: "It's useless, why bother involving innocent people anymore? You'd better leave quickly, this is not the place you should come." He waved his hands as if not I would like to say it again.

They had looked for monks before and met immortal cultivators who claimed to be extraordinary, but in the end, they all died in the belly of the demon?

Ming Fan snorted: "Okay, we don't want to deal with such a thankless thing anyway."

As he spoke, he waved to Lin Wanshu and others and walked out the door.

When the old man saw that they were really leaving, a trace of surprise flashed across his face, and then he returned to normal.

"Although this barrier is difficult to break, it is not difficult to open a hole and get out." Ming Fan said, making a gesture to break the formation.

Not difficult? They had tried everything just now. What happened to the little junior sister suddenly?

Several people were confused, but then they thought that the junior sister had her own reasons for doing this, so they tacitly agreed not to say anything.

The old man watched helplessly as several people disappeared. He hurriedly walked out of the corner, stretched out his hand to grab a handful in the air like them, and rushed out of the village.

With a "bang", the whole person was bounced back and fell to the ground.

Several pairs of cloud boots appeared in front of me. Looking up, I met the smiling eyes of Ming Fan and others.

"You, you guys." The old man looked panicked.

"Okay, stop pretending." Ming Fan leaned over and stared at the person on the ground, word by word. "You want to ask someone for help, but you don't want to implicate yourself and let you take advantage of all the good things in the world?"

It turned out that she had long realized that not only was there a problem in this village, but the old man they met was not as simple as he seemed.

The monks believe in justice and have always hated evil and evil.

The old man had known about the village's problems for a long time, but he didn't say much, letting the monks who strayed here by mistake discover the problems on their own.

Everything that happens next is a matter of course.

The monk realized that behind this, he was afraid that it was the work of evil spirits. With the idea of ​​​​eliminating evil spirits and protecting the Tao, he took the initiative to explore the truth.

If it succeeds, the people in their village will be saved. If it fails, it will be the monks themselves who are unlucky and have nothing to do with him.

He didn't ask for help, and he didn't disclose the situation here at all. He completely picked off his own karma, which was really selfish.

After hearing what Ming Fan said, Lin Wanshu and others were shocked. If it weren't for Ming Fan, they would definitely have investigated on their own. If they found evil spirits, they would have taken the same approach as the previous monks. Unknowingly, they would have been taken for granted. Gun user.

Seeing that he was exposed, the old man looked embarrassed and remained silent for a long time, which was regarded as acquiescence.

Several people returned to the house again, and this time the old man no longer concealed anything and told everything in detail.

A year ago, the village was ransacked by a group of bandits, and many people died.

After that, the village slowed down for a long time before gradually returning to normal.

But for some reason, a year ago, a monster appeared in the village. At first, the monster only haunted people and made them sick.

Later, it was announced that on the fifteenth day of every month, every household would be asked to put their own blood in a bowl and deliver it to the ruined temple on the mountain.

Due to its despotic power, the people in the village could only follow its instructions and did not dare to resist. In this way, they lived in peace for a while.

The turning point happened six months ago, when the son of Mrs. Zhang's family next door wanted to leave the village and go out to hang out, and eventually died tragically at the head of the village.

"It was so miserable. The flesh and blood all over his body was sucked dry, and his eyes were still staring at the mountain."

No need to say who did it.

From then on, anyone who left the village would die miserably, and later on, they could not even leave the village.

The remaining people no longer dare to think about leaving, but they always long for redemption in their hearts.

Ming Fan and others looked thoughtful after listening.

What this man said this time didn't sound like a lie.

"Tomorrow is the fifteenth." Lin Wanshu said in a deep voice.

Several people left the old man's home and wandered around the village.

"Little junior sister, this liar is not lying to us, is he?" He Mu pursed his lips, okay, he showed his cards, he was just afraid.

"It's not like that. I can feel the fear in his heart. I can't fake it." Rong Hua pulled He Mupa away from him and smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes.

He has been able to sense people's hearts and emotions since he was a child. His mouth and expressions can deceive people, but his heart cannot.

"I always feel that things are not that simple." Ming Fan looked towards the mountain, his eyes flickering.