debt repayment

Duan Zhongming did not come alone, he was accompanied by a fat old man on crutches, presumably he was a high-ranking person in the village.

Seeing that Duan Zhongming was not happy, the fat old man also put on a straight face, and scolded: "What's the matter with you, little widow, you can't do well what the living gods ask you to do? Look at your virtue, do you still want to be blessed by the gods?" is you?"

Chen Jinshi felt aggrieved, so she just defended softly: "God, you didn't give any instructions, and I don't know how to do it. After dinner, they all entered the house, and when I found out, they were all dead."

"Forget it, I've never met such a beautiful one before, and the villagers don't know how to seek immortality, so I don't blame you. It's just that I lost such a good skin for nothing."

This beauty is full of arrogance at first glance, but she is not as interesting as before with only her skin left.

Duan Zhongming reached out and touched Song Hui'an's "still warm" cheek a few times, only to feel that his skin was soft and tender, so he quickly pinched the soft flesh in his palm.Song Hui'an couldn't move since he couldn't move, so he climbed up with his fingers even more brazenly, holding on to that bony and slender wrist.

The body carved from fairy peach wood is more like a mortal, concealing the coldness of his body.Duan Zhongming was so precious to him, he just felt that he was holding a piece of soft nephrite.

"Forget it, I'll take this beautiful woman back to the sect first, and let my uncle advise me."

He looked at Quan Ying for a moment, and said contemptuously: "It's a waste that doesn't even have a golden core, it's not enough to take out a soul to make fat."

He kicked Xiao Daotong a few times, then took out a half bone whistle the size of a human finger from his sleeve, put it near his mouth, and blew it with all his might.

The sharp and strange whistle suddenly rushed into the dark night, one after another, becoming more and more mournful, as if calling for some dead thing.

The sky changed suddenly, and the dark clouds surged, completely covering up the full moon that had been hazy showing half of its face.

cluck cluck, cluck cluck...

In the surprisingly cold valley village, continuous muffled noises gradually emerged.The sound made by the operation of the joints cannot be said to be crisp, after all, the bones are still covered with meat, and the muscles are still attached with tendons.

This bone flute is a magic weapon used to recruit corpses and souls.

Quan Ying looked through the crystal mirror and saw a number of rotting corpses, which crawled out of different dark places in every household. Some came from digging soil and ancient wells, and some came from huts and woodsheds.

As he expected, there were more than a hundred households in Chenjia Village, each of which had hidden corpses.

Several carrion corpses still wrapped in clothes lined up, twisted and twisted out of the backyard of Chen Jin's house, and stopped at the door of her house, standing in the same row as Quan Ying and the other two.

These monks were killed late, roughly speaking, the time of death did not exceed half a year.

Duan Zhongming couldn't see the rotting corpse's skin and flesh festering so much, he frowned in disgust and waved his hands at the fat old man.

The fat old man understood, and then shouted angrily: "The auspicious time is here—play music!"

At the entrance of the village, a band composed of villagers began to play.The old man who played the suona was very accomplished, and he insisted on playing the suona with a bit of joy in the dark night when he could not see the distant mountains.

As the sound of music spread into the village, Murakami's red paintings and red talismans faded to blue and white inch by inch, just like the vitality of the world faded.

At a glance, white paper lanterns for funerals are hung in front of every house in the village.The portrait of the door god on the door also turned into a hideous and distorted picture of a long-haired ghost.The ghost's face was as black as blood, and the hair was thick and stiff. Only the big copper bell eyes and the animal mouth with a long tongue could be seen.

The ghost opened his mouth and made a strange smile, and even mixed in the wind in the village, it seemed to be rubbed into a wild shriek.

It's like when the night is dark and the music is playing, the underworld moves the boundaries that were originally divided by the heavens, and the entire Chenjia Village is included in its own boundaries.

The whole village gathered at the door, the man in charge stood at the front, the old led the young, and they all stood together with the dead bodies collected by the family.

The band led the way, and Duan Zhongming took Song Hui'an's hand to follow, and at the same time played the bone flute again.

The corpses shook a few times, as if they were alive, and followed him up the middle of the village road one by one.

Quan Ying mixed into the group of corpses together with other corpses of Chen Jin's family.Duan Zhongming led Song Hui'an to the front, and he didn't turn his head to look at the rotting corpse with its head tilted behind him.

The rotting corpse walked under the pale lantern, letting the light illuminate its gray and white skull, which had been gnawed off by mice. Even the living people who watched with wide-eyed eyes at the door of the house were inevitably infected with the dullness of the dead.The children's round, rosy cheeks were like low-quality makeup on paper figurines.

Passing by the people who passed by in the afternoon, I saw the three Nascent Soul cultivators of the Shandezong who were lifeless, with pale complexions, and clean-odour talismans on their heads, jumping and jumping into the ranks of carrion corpses.

It's really ironic, we met last time and made an appointment to go to suppress ghosts together, but now we have become ghosts.

But any corpse is unseemly if left for a long time. Quan Ying's little friends suffered miserably, what's more, they lost their heads while walking.

Because of his short stature, he was not easy to be noticed, and with the yellow talisman in front of his face as a cover, he slowly opened his eyes.

He secretly rolled his eyes and looked around. The women from every family took out paper money for funerals and sprinkled it in the middle of the road.For a while, white spots fluttered and fell, like a blizzard in severe winter.

This weird corpse induction was done extremely slowly, turning it into a ritual.At this time, it was only half o'clock in the ion night, and the Chen family village was in the valley, gathering countless Yin Qi.There are even blue will-o'-the-wisps burning on the side of the road.Gradually, some scattered souls were also recruited here, and among them the stronger ones appeared haggard, and walked slowly through the entire village with the periphery of the corpse team.

The walking dead cast skewed shadows on the wall and the ground.One phantom layer upon another phantom, like a torrent.

The heavy and cold air covered the roads in the village, emitting a coolness that pierced people's blood continuously.

If you were a normal person standing on both sides of the road, you would be scared out of your wits.However, the villagers of Chenjia Village are by no means ordinary people. They held the fruits for worship and watched the long procession pass by them.

"The soul comes, the soul goes! My man, He De, is blessed with divine light!"

The children on the side of the road were no strangers to the walking corpse in front of them, and sang to the beat of the band: "Souls come, souls go! What are my achievements, and my family is prosperous! Souls come, souls go! How are we?" Why, everything is worry-free! When the soul comes, the soul goes, what should we do, the destiny is only pitiful!"

This group of children has obviously been trained, shaking their heads and singing word by word. The unstained children's voice sang the songs of praying for God and blessings during the New Year and festivals, making the evil wind on the street go faster, and ghosts can hear it. I get hairy.

"Blessings come, fortunes come, blessings and generations, blessings descend on my people, shine on my high hall, and shine on my descendants! Fortunes come, fortunes come, marry me, and let my sorrows go!"

One after another full of affectionate prayers, Quan Ying felt like she was sitting on pins and needles.

The object of this blessing is not the god sitting in the temple seriously, it is clearly some dirty and shameful things!

"Good grandson, good grandson... my good grandson..."

In the dark, Quan Ying heard the old woman's weak murmur.

It is a scattered soul.

The scattered soul was so weak that even Duan Zhongming in front of him didn't notice it.

The scattered soul screamed mournfully and babbled, and one could tell it was a poor old man.

"Where is my good grandson, where is my grandson..."

The voice was getting closer and closer, and Quan Ying finally saw a stumbling figure among the scattered souls gathered outside.

The mass of scattered souls was not in the shape of a human being, but only in the shape of a cloud of smoke, dragging its long tail and floating around among the scattered souls, as if looking for someone, but also as if it could not find a place to return.

"Stop howling!"

Scattered Soul still had the strength to roar.

"Woo..." The old woman's scattered soul trembled, suddenly shrunk into a small ball, and then lowered her voice, "Good grandson..."

Quan Ying couldn't see it, and cast a spell slightly to draw the old woman's remnant soul to her side.

"……stop!"

Ahead, Duan Zhongming shouted.

The corpse team stopped and stood on the ground.The band continued to play.

"Good boy, wait for me here." Duan Zhongming patted Song Hui'an's face affectionately, and walked straight into the line. He walked in a hurry, and since he couldn't see the Sleeping Beauty who was supposed to be sleeping peacefully, he suddenly rolled his eyes.

Duan Zhongming made a general inspection and removed the body of scattered souls, but found nothing suspicious.

... Could it be that he had misjudged the mana he noticed just now?

He was so angry that he raised his leg and kicked the short winter melon corpse beside him a few times to vent his anger.After he left, Quan Ying also rolled her eyes.

It hurts to be kicked by this bastard.

The children's singing continued, and the flow of people followed the flow of corpses. A group of people and corpses circled around the village in a mighty manner, bringing hundreds of corpses with them, and returned to the flat ground in the middle of the village.

Quan Ying passed by this place during the day, and felt that although this place occupies the lifeline of the whole village in the center, there is no device.

It was an out-and-out yin formation, except for the magical artifacts, there were also several soul-calling banners.This array does not care about wealth and fortune, but only attracts disasters and evil spirits. In a word, it is extremely unlucky.

The taller Le Min sits quietly in the center of the formation, with a friendly face, and a few long-haired balls are offered in front of him, and after looking at them, he finds that they are the heads of undecomposed fresh corpses.

The dead were not monks, but some virgins, presumably bought and abducted by villagers from the foot of the mountain as sacrifices.Except for the head, other parts of the corpse were also divided into several parts, sandwiched into white bread, and neatly stacked on a white porcelain plate.

The oil used to light the lamp was also mixed with human blood and ghosts from nowhere, the flames jumped, and half-covered ghosts appeared around the body.

Under the bloody tribute, it was a normal pig and sheep dish, still hot, but the smell of oil couldn't overwhelm the fishy smell in the air.A figure in white was standing in front of the shadow formation, smiling as always, it was Cheng Yunchu.

Duan Zhongming stopped the corpses in front of the Yin formation, and the band left the corpse team and returned to the crowd.

Cheng Yunchu said: "Bye."

His voice was not high, but it was transmitted to the ears of everyone present through mana.For a moment, all the villagers knelt down on the ground.

The wind is everywhere.In the very center of the village, the lights flickered on and off, and the shadow on the statue's face jumped accordingly, making the white face a little more gloomy.

Quan Ying felt for the first time that Le Min's likeness could be so terrifying, and for a moment forgot to eat the creamy melon seeds left by Yan Wen.

In the past few days, Yanwen and Zangji stayed up late to work, and missed the Chenjiacun section.He stayed alone in the hall and watched this passage, panicked.

Suddenly I heard someone above my head say: "Do you need something from me?"

Quan Ying trembled, and the melon seeds in her hand fell to the ground.

He turned his head and saw Emperor Xuanwen standing behind him in black clothes and black crown.

His third brother has a white background, and his dark circles are particularly obvious. All the priests who know him know that he has worked hard and injured the holy body. What they don't know is that His Majesty Xuanwen severely deducted the salaries of his subordinates, and was called Hanchuan Immortal Monarch The leader of the martial arts officer fought.

Quan Ying said, "Why did you come back so soon? Isn't it half a month's vacation?"

"The token was recited too many times, and it exploded. Xiangcheng said that you actually ran to my palace to look for me. I was so scared that I hurried back to the Heavenly Palace."

Xiangcheng is the little doorman of Qingyuan Hall.

Le Min took out a bottle of calming oil, poured out some white ointment, and applied it on his temples.

"It's definitely not a good thing for you to come to me in person. Tell me, what's the matter?"

Quan Ying took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "...you have to take a look at this."

"what?"

Le Min bent down to bring his face closer, resting his chin on Quan Ying's shoulder.

When he saw the scene in the mirror clearly, he froze suddenly, and then said angrily: "What the hell is this?!"