Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

"tick", "tick", "tick".

Following Lin Feng's narration, the people present seemed to be brought into the day when the sun did not rise hundreds of years ago.

"Tick".

It was the sound of blood dripping.

It was the pervasive smell of blood.

There is also the stench of corpses coming out of nowhere.

On the beams of the house, the corpses that had been dead for an unknown amount of time were still dripping thick blood, and the entire street was dark and dull.

One after another corpses were lying on the street.

These corpses are all painful.

These people have been severely tortured in their lifetime.

Some corpses, poisoned and rotted, have long been viewed as giants.

Some corpses are still "lifelike".

Like a living person.

The only light here comes from the distant back mountain, where the flames are raging, which is barely a light source.

In other places, there can be no light.

Where there is light, there is mystery.

"There should be a few living people around here."

At the corner of the street, Zong Yang lowered his voice and said, holding a firecracker in his hand, he looked carefully.

But I still have no idea.

He didn't know what happened. Just when he temporarily suppressed this place with heavy codes in troubled times, the Jin family wanted to invite him to talk.

After being shot down by him, the sky never lit up again. If it weren't for the divine light of Houshan, Zhuanwangye Temple, and Earth Temple, it would have been pitch black here.

Even using torches will have no effect, but will lead to dire consequences.

He didn't know what would happen with fire.

But he knew that those who used fire disappeared.

Here, at the moment, there are two safest places, one is the temple of Prince Zhuan, and the other is outside the Earth Temple, but the fires in both places are limited. Running around, besides, even running like this, some people get lost on the road.

For example, here, it is said that there are at least 30 people missing here, so he specially brought someone over to take a look.

Zong Yang took a deep breath and looked outside.

At first, with the help of the people who compiled the Wangye Temple, the situation was a little better. Now, the people who compiled the Wangye Temple have been transferred out.

The city is in chaos.

Even Zong Yang, who has read strange novels, has never seen many strange things.

He also opened his eyes.

As the local county magistrate, he naturally cannot turn a blind eye to the disappearance of people. In his words, "Always let the people see that the government is in action."

What's more, he didn't know what to do. A few days ago, he vaguely saw the surging air veins underground, which turned into faces one after another. Fortunately, this situation was fleeting.

A line of fire appeared on the forehead of Prince Zhuan, and fell to the ground. These faces were attacked and disappeared "suddenly".

Zong Yang brought someone to look for him, but he didn't see him for a few days. He lost a lot of weight, but his eyes were bright and he was full of energy.

Can no longer die.

The more people die, the more ghosts will be outside. Zong Yang can also see clearly that even if he is superhuman, he is not an opponent of these sneaks. On the contrary, he is a group of people, full of voices, and even has the strength to fight. Chanting, the sky is bright, the incense is soaring.

Those little Taoist priests also tried their best to maintain order.

Now he came out, half to save people, and half to deal with more and more weirdness outside.

"How many people are following me?"

He asked behind him again, and a hoarse voice came from behind him.

"I."

"I."

"I."

A total of six people answered him, Zong Yang's heart sank, he glanced back, the dark street corner, the smell of corpses was everywhere, and there was also the sound of jingling, jingling, jingling.

Not long ago, they saw a strange living corpse.

This weird living corpse is pushing a small cart by itself, not only that, but he also carries a load, looks like a barber.

He held a skinning knife in his hand.

The method of this living corpse is extremely weird. Zong Yang called him a skinner. He would peel off the skin of the living person he saw in an instant.

What's more cruel is that Zong Yang is very clear that the skinning of the living corpse is not because of his special hobbies or cruel nature.

He's just doing his job.

His duty is to skin. Even demons and monsters have been stripped of their skin in his hands. He will smear other people's bloody skin with strange potions, and then boil it in the pot of his car.

Looks like a cobbler.

Treat equally.

Facing such a powerful enemy, some people restrained them and allowed the rest to survive.

However, there were only seven of the more than 20 people left. Among the more than 20 people, there were also timid ones, but these timid people could not escape death even if they left Zongyang.

Maybe life is better than death.

Zong Yang didn't want to think about what he would meet.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, swallowed the timidity that had just risen in his heart and said: "Get ready, go forward, have you lost the fuel?"

"The kerosene is not lost, the match is still there, and it can be burned."

It was an old Jianghu who was talking, and Zong Yang barely remembered that this old Jianghu was once a tomb robber and a person who went to the grave, but he seemed to wash his hands very early, and he was very cooperative with him.

At such a time, he was also the first to follow Zong Yang, and Zong Yang was forced by the situation, and even he was shot.

Take the crime and make meritorious deeds.

As long as he can get out alive, he will not be punished.

When Lao Jianghu spoke, Zong Yang nodded and said: "It's fine if you don't throw it away. Before you go in, put down the talisman around the room, then light the fire, and tell the demons to gather here.

Afterwards, Fu Ling made his move naturally, and we left immediately, heading towards the Temple of Prince Zuan, as many as we could go back. "

Although he didn't know why monsters have phototaxis, but since he knew, he would use this method to get rid of some monsters, preventing too many monsters from forming an array to attack Zhuan Wangye Temple.

If something happened to Zhuan Wangye Temple, it would be really big.

"Okay, let's go, master."

Only the few remaining guards said that they were protecting the young master tightly.

After Zong Yang finished speaking, several people behind him responded to him, they just broke into the house in front of them, wanting to find someone, unexpectedly, just after they entered, the sound of blood dripping inside became faster and faster.

In a group, Zong Yang held the firecracker in his hand, and before he had time to speak, he saw the person hanging on the beam and opened his eyes.

The flames from the mountain outside shone into here.

Seeing a bloody coat, the bloody coat is so big that it seems to be able to engulf the entire room.

Under this bloody coat, will there be faces, intestines, bones, and thighs wriggling.

It is the blood coat that is "eating".

Bloody is eating!

Zong Yang saw the "woman"'s eyes, and under the "blending" of the two eyes, Zong Yang's mind was taken away, and before he had time to speak, he felt the firecracker in his hand burn.

At this moment, Zong Yang almost lost the gun.

He quickly came to his senses, and when he raised the firecracker, he saw that the person hanging on the beam turned into a man.

It was his guard.

Zong Yang's heart felt cold.

The kerosene was poured down, and someone lit the fire. He was still hesitating, so he was dragged outside by the old Jianghu, and he was not allowed to shoot.

"County magistrate, don't look any further, everyone here must be dead, this is Miss Kuan, and where there is Miss Kuan, there must be no one alive.

The blame girl is full, and she doesn't eat people anymore, so she hastened to leave.

Go out, and find another living person to eat for Miss Yuan, and we can get away!

Hurry up, hurry up! "

It's still obvious from the old rivers and lakes.

Most of the people who went to the tomb were relatives, even blood relatives.

After digging the hole, the son went down, and the father grabbed the rope on top.

why?
Afraid of seeing valuables, the top took the treasure, buried the robbery hole, and buried the people who entered the robbery hole below.

This kind of thing emerges endlessly, and this kind of combination is also a rule obtained after filling in countless human lives.

"It is better to feed people than to feed them."

Below are the old parents, and the children can do it.

The bottom is the children, and the old parents may not be ruthless.

Since it is a choice of experience, there are naturally exceptions. The old Jianghu has seen a lot, and his mind is very firm.

He grabbed Zong Yang and ran away. He knew that someone had "donated" here, and it was even more terrifying to complain that the girl was full.

She doesn't eat people anymore.

But she will follow these people, a random person, and be "invited" into the village. A village is dead.

So he knew that some people dealt with the complaining girl by telling an innocent child to bring the complaining girl into the cave, and then destroy the whole cave.

Ask the boy to be buried in it with Miss Kuan. Where did the "Girl Kuan" come out, which made Lao Jianghu feel cold.

Zong Yang was dragged out by the old Jianghu students.

The old Jianghu could see clearly that the county magistrate had a magic weapon in his hand and an official air, so he was the person most likely to survive here.

Follow him, there must be no problem.

So he wished he could drag the county magistrate away to save his own life.

Sure enough, the flames ignited here, and some demons immediately gathered.

As a last resort, Zong Yang fired another shot. With just one click, the bullet roared, and the dragon and tiger breath combined with the Buddha's breath forced a path.

Many roaring corpses, even the foul-smelling wind, were suppressed by this firecracker.

See the way out.

Several people ran wildly.

Immediately, a figure stopped beside them. This figure walked slowly, seemingly carelessly. His walking even gave Zong Yang a kind of "casualness" and "staggering steps".

It's just that following his actions, many "blockers" appeared beside him, and some strange-looking monsters appeared beside him, but unfortunately, none of them had the power to resist.

One by one, he patiently peeled off the skins of these obstacles, put their skins on the cart in front of him, and boiled them continuously.

He is like a good cobbler, tanning hides.

This time, Zong Yang saw very clearly that the fire of this small car was ignited with human thigh bones as firewood and human soul as material.

In the flames, Zong Yang even saw the guards who died not long ago. The faces of these guards were all mourning in the flames. Seeing this "person", Zong Yang also had a trace of despair on his face.

He raised his own firecracker, wanting to die with dignity.

The skinner, that extremely terrifying skinner, chased up from behind again and stopped in front of them.

With him standing in front of everyone, no one wants to leave.

Can't run away.

The skinner took out the razor in his hand.

Swipe down.

With a scream, Zong Yang glanced to the side, and saw another old Jiang Hu turned into a bloody blood man.

Zong Yang didn't hesitate anymore, he took out the firecracker at hand, and the flame erupted, and suddenly a man's face turned into a robe, blocking the flame. role.

Together, these people devoured the light from the firecracker, and then landed softly on the shoulders of the skinner.

There was a rustling sound inside.

The gunshots attracted a gnat.

I don't know where this scorpion crawled over. Several people looked up and saw the scorpion coming from a distance. It was winding from mid-air in a strange "drifting" manner. come over.

Its feet hooked many corpses.

It lays eggs among the corpses, and Zong Yang saw that among the corpses laying eggs, some corpses move occasionally.

Not that they are still alive.

It's because the little gnat inside is about to come back to life.

Facing such a disgusting monster, Zong Yang also felt waves of physical discomfort.

Behind the gnat, there is a sneaky big worm.

Next to this big bug, there is also Taoist Iron Crown?

Where did Taoist Iron Crown come from?

Lao Jianghu had already touched the dagger from his leg, ready to give himself the last respect.

Who knows, just after the gnats appeared.

The skinner suddenly gave up on them.

In his eyes, the gnats flying past from the sky are much more attractive than them.

Not to mention, Lao Jianghu, who had lost his skin, hadn't wailed a few words, and skin suddenly grew on him.

It's a bloody suit!
With the upper body of the complaining girl, he quickly turned into the appearance of the complaining girl.

The skinner turned his attention to Miss Yan again.

At this moment, suddenly, there was an astonishing roar, and all these monsters were ready to move.

The county magistrate stopped, and so did the old rivers and lakes. They saw that the back mountain in the distance was still burning, but the burning flames turned into strands of green.

Green flame.

Not a trace of heat.

Instead, it became extremely gloomy and cold. In this gloomy cold, invisible ripples spread continuously, bringing out a strange smell.

Zong Yang smelled this smell and felt that it smelled like a sachet at home.

His family wears a sachet for the child every year. Zong Yang can only meet his father on the New Year every year. His father is an extremely dignified person.

He never smiles, so for Zong Yang, this smell is the smell of reunion!

He is hallucinating!