The villain is a disaster [Rebirth]

·Beiting Town

The cool breeze is blowing, and the willow branches are picked up.As the name suggests, the area runs across the north bank.

And a little further from the north bank is the North Sea.

Due to the changeable climate and the turbulent waves, huge waves hit twice a year, swallowing most of the town.Even the big and small officials who stayed here all ran away in a hurry.

According to common sense, without the control of the idlers in the imperial court, some people who poke their heads and indulge in extravagance should have been ready to move, waiting for the opportunity to become a gentleman in the Liang Dynasty.

But the strange thing is that even if there is no jurisdiction, disturbances such as theft rarely happen.

Good words like following the rules and keeping yourself safe are at best deceiving children.

For there is something more terrifying than the trivial things like theft, which are all the more disturbing and weird.

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On the roadside in early spring, light rain pattered.

The willow leaves on the branches are soaked in water and sparkling.

On the Wen Ting bridge, the aunt holding an umbrella said to the uncle who was doing business: "Have you heard that the family surnamed Liu has had an accident recently."

The old man was sitting on a small bench, doing business with the cigarette in his mouth. After hearing the words, he was taken aback for a while, took down the cigarette butt, and asked, "Ah? What happened to that family that sells fish?" Is something wrong? Could it be..."

Knowing that the other party didn't know, the aunt shook her hand and shouted vigorously: "That's right, it's that man-eating ghost making trouble again. I heard that this time, they ate all three of their family. There is no bone residue left."

After hearing this, the uncle stroked his long beard, pressed the cigarette butt to the ground, and extinguished it.

He shook his head and frowned and said, "Oh, the recent demons and ghosts are getting more and more rampant. Then they didn't invite immortals to get rid of them?"

"Hey... don't tell me, the problem lies with this 'immortal'." The umbrella lady put her hand on her mouth and whispered, "It is said that the immortal they invited this time is even scarier than that man-eating monster. "

This time, the uncle was both surprised and puzzled.

Looking at his expression, the aunt continued: "I don't know who the family invited. Some people said they invited a monster, some said they invited a young man, and some even said they invited a beauty." , You said this... this... how could an immortal have three faces, so that in the end it was completely understood inside and out-this is a plague god invited!"

"It's okay if you don't invite, it's over as soon as you invite. I heard that the man was fighting with the man-eating monster, and the fight was so fierce. After a while, I don't know why, suddenly attracted more green-faced fangs, fierce Everyone was stunned, and the eldest son of the old Liu family was a fortune teller. He calculated with his fingers that this so-called "immortal" was born with evil spirits, and it was not just ordinary evil spirits. In addition, it is still a fate that is easy to attract ghosts and ghosts, and it is definitely not a good person! Whoever touches it will die. Now it's over, I invited a god-killing plague god, and the whole family is finished."

Talking here, passers-by on the bridge suddenly stopped, glanced at her intentionally or unintentionally, and persuaded: "Stop talking about it, you dare to talk about such a taboo thing with others, I'm not afraid that the plague god will come to you Ah. If you gossip like this again, be careful that you won’t even know how you lost your life!”

The aunt was dissatisfied, glared at the man, and said loudly: "I'll say it, it's none of your business! How dare you curse my old lady, are you tired of working? Believe it or not, I will come to your house tonight , smashed the door of your house!"

Instead of seeing the other party restraining himself, he uttered malicious words.The man snorted, didn't bother to pay any further attention, and left with an umbrella.

The woman said to herself: "What a cheap mouth!"

The uncle withdrew his gaze from the passer-by, and continued to discuss happily with the middle-aged woman.

He snorted and said: "Their family is really miserable, what kind of evil has been done... If the old man is dead, he must first beat that plague god to find his teeth all over the ground! Otherwise, he will not be able to vent his anger! "

The middle-aged woman shouted loudly: "That's not true. Although the family didn't hit the fist directly, they almost did it before they died."

"Huh? Did they beat him? Killed him?"

"It's said to be the god of plague, how can it be so easy to die! And they didn't fight, they just used... ouch, where is the dead cat, get out of here."

In the middle of the gossip, a black cat whose hair was wet by the rain flopped on the middle-aged woman's ankle, waving its claws fiercely, so that the exposed leg was scratched with blood marks , startling.

The woman was startled, she kicked her leg, kicked it flying, and rolled several meters along the bridge.

She bent down distressed and touched the wound carefully, and said, "Recently, it has been a bad luck for eight lifetimes. Cats, cats and dogs have become so arrogant and domineering. Lao Li, I think we still..."

She straightened up slowly, looked around in a daze, and suddenly noticed that the pedestrians on the road had become empty since some time ago.

A cool breeze swept in, and the willow branches hanging down the street flickered faintly.

Silent, breathless, quiet.

Feeling strange, he glanced sideways, and what immediately came into view was a hideous and distorted face, and a sword shadow slashed at him overwhelmingly.

The black shadow passed by, so close at hand.

"———————"

In the good morning, shrill screams pierced the sky, and the oil-paper umbrella fell on the waterside under the bridge with the breeze, causing ripples.

Spring silkworms weave silk and birds perch.

The drizzle is like smoke and mist, like tide and cotton, light and fine.It hangs in the thin air, moistening the dry soil.

In less than a moment, the originally moist spring smoke was instantly infected by a pungent smell, and the man who made a "creaking" sound because of chewing on the bone in his mouth raised his head to face the woman who was so frightened to death. When he saw his face, the corners of the drooping lips suddenly rose, and he said in a low voice: "Whoever talks about him will die."