The road of the house owner of the pig in the Chanyuan

There were constant discussions in the hall, even more lively than at the beginning of the banquet, but people at that time still restrained their behavior and speech, no matter if they were sincere or not, at least most of their mouths were blessings for the New Year, but now, The smiles on their faces were much more sincere, but they were mixed with malicious derogation and sarcasm.

"I have long heard that the mantra of this son-in-law is getting worse day by day, but I didn't expect it to become like this."

"Staying with a waste like Shier, without any rules, he really became a little waste haha."

"Unfortunately, the Patriarch has no successors."

"Who said that a son is useless, and naturally there are brothers..."

"You mean Master Fan?"

There are followers of the Chanyuan fan mingling among them, leading the discussion, and the things discussed by the Zenyuan people gradually go back and forth between the two topics of "a wasteful son" and "the position of the head of the family". fan.

Of course, there were also people from Zhibi who were not on the scene, so there was no suppression.

No matter what the reason is, Zenyuan Fan is quite satisfied with this. The creases on his face full of unwillingness are now much more comfortable. He has endured so much for a long time, and the position of Patriarch is finally approaching him again. step.

If the occasion didn't allow it, Zenyuan Fan would have liked to laugh out loud at this moment, venting the anguish of being suppressed by the people of Zhipi for many years. God finally made his son a proper waste, not even worse than him. Completely useless people.

Thinking of this, Zenyuan Fan felt so comfortable and happy that he had never felt so happy, and even the original burning sensation in his stomach seemed to subside.Noisy gossip, now in his ears, is no different from the most beautiful voice.

However, before Zenyuan Fan was happy, there was another commotion outside, which made him frown.

"What's the sound outside?" Chanyuan Fan ordered the subordinates beside him, "Go out and see who is scratching."

"Yes." The subordinate replied, and went out quickly.

Zenyuan Fan saw that there was no movement, so he continued to chat with others and enjoy the praise of everyone.

"what--!"

Suddenly, a scream swept through the entire hall again, and everyone was silent, as if cold water fell from the sky, pouring cold water on everyone from head to toe, and they couldn't help but slow down their breathing, and they didn't dare to make a sound.

The subordinate who went out to investigate earlier ran back with a face full of horror, panting heavily, as if chasing a scourge behind him, and when he reached the crowd, he tremblingly said, "It's a curse, a group of curse spirits... ...."

The next moment, he rolled his eyes and passed out completely, revealing his back with blood holes open, and the stinky blood flowed and stretched on the wooden floor again, covering the blood that had dried up before.

It turned out that these people had been standing on the blood of their own race just now and talking so loudly.

Like a replay of a movie, the crowd scattered in fear and screaming again, but this time, Chanyuan Fan couldn't keep his composure. He looked at his subordinate's gradually cooling body in shock, not knowing what went wrong. He had clearly ordered that only one or two of them should be released, what's going on now? !

Chanyuan Fan couldn't help but clutched his stomach and came outside the door. The burning heat in his stomach seemed to be finally uncontrollable, and he crazily clamored for his sense of existence, but right now, he had no time to take care of these things.

The already pitch-black night was filled with strange lights, like colorful darkness, writhing in the night, but what entrenched in it was not some bright and glorious night scene, but spell spirits of various shapes!

Dozens of curse spirits, large and small, are like poisonous snakes entangled continuously, circling and squeezing over the Zen courtyard, like a hundred ghosts walking at night, the dirty spell power is so strong that even the air is distorted by it, it seems that you can hardly breathe. The monastery opened its mouth wide and stared at this terrifying and bizarre scene with its bloodshot eyes, its throat was completely taken away, and it was impossible to make a sound.

The Zenyuan clansmen who still have good abilities tried to stop all this and attacked desperately, but the curse spirits who invaded in a group seemed to have a higher IQ, occupying the high ground, but they were just fighting guerrilla warfare with the people below, and swooped down quickly and violently. Under the ground, biting one person after another, the blood has become the most dazzling New Year decoration in the lonely courtyard, even in the night, it is still bright red.

However, the appearance of the Chanyuan fan broke this terrible cycle. The magic spirit group in the sky seemed to sense something, stopped all attacks, searched anxiously, and kept roaring.

Zen Yuan raised his brows, feeling an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart. He held on to the magic tools he had prepared and stepped back cautiously, but the next second, a stone flew from nowhere and hit his ankle in an instant. The attack was sudden and powerful, making him cry out in unbearable pain.

And this shout undoubtedly made all the curse spirits in the sky lock their targets.

As if seeing a wolf with fresh flesh and blood, the curse spirits all over the sky rushed towards the fan of the Buddhist temple with their teeth and claws, and the unspeakable stench also poured out, not only the visual impact, but also the destruction of the sense of smell.

If it is said that a third-level and fourth-level curse spirit has the attack power of a small-to-medium-sized vicious dog, and the Chanyuan fan is more than enough to kill it, then, the third- and fourth-level curse spirits in groups are no different from evil wolves at this time. .

When the locusts gather, they will turn into a group of 'zombies/corpse' due to the release of pheromones in their bodies, and the danger will be doubled. come.

What's even more frightening is that Zenyuan Fan had to fight head-on.

"A bunch of trash, come here soon!" Zenyuan Fan yelled, and his subordinates, who were shocked by the scene in front of them for a long time, seemed to finally come to their senses, and stepped forward to help remove the surrounding curse spirits - Zenyuan Fan was surrounded by it, struggling to support.

Chanyuan Fan doesn't know who destroyed his plan, and who broke through the barrier to release these cursed spirits. He only hates one thing now, hating the fact that he was exposed to the cursed spirits by attacking him with stones just now. that person.

He will never let that person go!

Zenyuan Fan gritted his teeth and wiped out a curse spirit rushing in front of him with a knife, but soon there were new ones, as if he couldn't kill them all, as if he was so fatally attracted to these curse spirits Average strength.Thinking of this, he seemed to have grasped something in his mind, but the curse spirits one after another left him no time to think, and could only focus on killing and exterminating them constantly.

On the tiled roof a hundred or so meters away, Shi Er held You Yun with his chin in his hand, and from time to time he struck out one or two low-level curse spirits that occasionally drifted over at an inappropriate time, watching with relish the monastery being besieged by the army of curse spirits Fan, very happy.

Even wanted to have a drink.

Of course he didn't miss how Naoya was carried away from the main hall. The five senses and sexual enhancement brought by the sky and the curse made his eagle eyes clearly see the blood on Naoya's mouth, and the contrast was sharp His pale little face was completely different from the liveliness she had when she played tricks with him in the past.

I don't know why, but I'm particularly uncomfortable with such a straightforwardness.

The brat he knew shouldn’t be like this—yes, Shier’s impression of Naoya has completely changed, and he has completely included it in his own protection scope, but I may not be particularly conscious about it, I just think that children shouldn’t be like this , made myself miserable.

Mingming was still alive and kicking yesterday and confidently assured him how foolproof this plan was.

Unconsciously, Shi Er became angry with the group of fans in the Buddhist temple.

The subordinate who Zenyuan Fan arranged to release the curse spirit was attacked by Shier from behind and hit the head hard, and completely passed out, and he took advantage of this gap to release almost all the curse spirits he had raised. Some of the curse spirits were led directly to the fan of the Chanyuan, and it was fine to let him ask for trouble, but now, he didn't want to end things so simply.

The stone that hit the Zenyuan Fan's ankle was naturally thrown by him. It can not only attract the attention of the curse spirit, but also limit the movement range of the Zenyuan Fan to a certain extent, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

Zhizai is guarded by his father, so he is not afraid of accidents. Moreover, the group of curse spirits have been completely attracted by the fan of the Buddhist temple, which made Shier a little curious, where did this old guy find that black pill? , the effect is so strong.

It made it inconvenient for him to throw stones for plotting. Shi Er sighed with some regret, and then threw another throw. The stones and arrows passed through the tiny gap between the curse spirits, and hit the elbow of the fan of the Zen Academy, causing great pain. He almost let go of the magic tool in his hand, and because of this, he failed to kill the curse spirit who was facing him again.

Seeing that the other party's entire arm was finally bitten fiercely by the curse spirit's bloody mouth, the anger that Shi Er had been holding back in his heart was finally relieved.

I don't know how the kid's injury is. Shi Er, who got what he wanted, thought a little bored, whether he should just go and read the joke, whether he had forgotten all the things he usually taught him, and made himself so embarrassed.

Here Shi Er is thinking about things leisurely, but the situation of Zenyuan Fan is not optimistic. Although he did exorcise many curse spirits with his own power, he still cannot match the opponent's numerical advantage, not to mention there are still people outside. Shi'er got in the way, and when the curse spirit bit his arm, he finally couldn't help letting out a scream.

Not only the blood burst out in an instant, but also the arm that was gradually losing consciousness, and the army of curse spirits that still surrounded him. It was the end of his rational persistence until now. He couldn't help but yelled at the subordinates outside again, "A group of people Idiot, idiot! Such a low-level curse spirit has not been exorcised until now, what use do I need you! Ugh...!"

After hearing Zenyuan Shan's merciless scolding, the surrounding subordinates who were desperately exorcising the curse spirit felt resentment in their hearts because of their exhausted bodies. Obviously they also suffered a lot of casualties. But he didn't appreciate it.

Unknowingly, their movements slowed down a bit.

But the fan of the Chanyuan who was in the center of the curse spirit almost fainted from the pain. He was still cursing, extremely dirty, and the targets were his ineffective subordinates for a while, his elder brother Zhipiren for a while, and the Naoya, who was still five years old, changed round after round, and almost everyone around him was scolded bloody by him.

But gradually, he couldn't even utter curses like catharsis, the black shadow in front of him became thicker and thicker, and he couldn't see the front clearly, and the remaining five or six stubborn curse spirits were still raging in front of his eyes, but they hesitated— — They are waiting, like vultures, waiting for the Zenyuan fan to die, so that it can be completely dismembered.

And his subordinates were already exhausted at this moment, and it was difficult to lift their hands.But they had some doubts in their hearts. In the process of exorcising the curse spirits, except for fighting back, these curse spirits followed like demons, only staring at Mr. Shan, but never took the initiative to attack them. Even now, the remaining The curse spirit still ignored them for half a point.

An evil thought quietly sprouted in their hearts.

Anyway, after all, they have tried their best, and now they really have no strength. If these curse spirits want to kill Mr. Shan, they...they have nothing to do.

Gradually, the peripheral subordinates relieved their strength, let go of the magic tools in their hands, and slowly hung them down, stepping back hesitantly, looking at the Chanyuan fan which was being surrounded by the shrinking magic spirit.

At this moment, the originally closed door of the side house was finally opened again. In an instant, before people could react, the Zhipi people used the projection spell to exorcise the remaining curse spirits within a second. It was crisp and neat, without any muddle in the water, and the long knife that still had the stench of the curse spirit in his hand once again showed everyone that he was able to sit on the position of the patriarch of the Buddhist monastery, relying entirely on his own strong strength.

Although there are many external factors, for example, most of the power of the remaining third-level and second-level spell spirits has been consumed before, and the Zhipi people also took advantage of the unexpected surprise of the surprise attack, but in any case, they can exorcise five people in one go. The strength of the six curse spirits is still extraordinary.

And the Chanyuan fan, who was missing half of his arm, fell into a pool of blood and had already passed out.

"Family, Lord Patriarch!" The people around finally came to their senses, kneeling together, trembling. Could it be that their indifference just now has been seen by the Patriarch?

Then they... Thinking of this, all the subordinates of the Chanyuan Fan panicked and lowered their heads. They were already shocked by the strength displayed by Zhipiren, and now they dare not look directly at each other.

The Zenyuan Zhipiren looked at his younger brother and his subordinates who were kneeling on the ground without any change in expression. After a long time, he finally mercifully ordered, "Take the Zenyuan fan down and treat him well."

As if they had been pardoned, everyone hurriedly agreed, crawled to the side of the Chanyuan Fan, lifted him up and took him away, not even having time to deal with the blood from the severed arm of the Chanyuan Fan, just kept ticking the entire corridor like this .

After a while, Zhibi talent said, "Come here."

"What's your order, Lord Patriarch?" The attendant who hurried over quickly replied, it was clearly still winter, but his forehead was dripping with sweat.

"Take care of these dirty things quickly." Zhibi pointed to the blood stains on the corridor and the half arm left by the Zen courtyard fan.

"...Yes, Lord Patriarch." The attendant's forehead was covered with cold sweat, "Then, will the banquet continue for the next two days?"

The Zhibi man smiled when he heard the words, put away the long knife in his hand, took the wine gourd pinned to his waist, took a sip, and smacked his lips, a little unfinished, "Go on, of course, don't delay the great day." Afterwards, Turn around and go back to the side house.

The blood left behind in the corridor slowly flowed into the dark courtyard.