Missy, she always does not seek to make progress 2

You guys shouldn't have come!
  Qin Liuxi suddenly raised his head and looked at the person praying. His face showed compassion and his expression was sad, as if he felt guilty and guilty.

Qin Liuxi stood up excitedly and saw that outside the door, the setting sun was hanging high just now, but now it was setting all of a sudden, and the sky seemed to have changed, and it became dark in an instant.

It's strange that this isn't a ghost yet.

"It's Yin Qi." Teng Zhao stood at the door, looking at the permeating Yin Qi. It was very thick and cold, curling up like a snake and biting the bones.

"Protect yourself." Qin Liuxi pressed his hand on his shoulder.

Teng Zhao pulled out the peach wood seven-star sword from his back and said, "Master, be careful."

There was a hint of excitement in his tone. This was the rhythm of fighting side by side with the master!
  "What are you talking about?" Qin Liuxi said angrily.

She turned back and looked at the person praying, who also looked at her, with no desire in her eyes and a sad face: "Welcome to our hell."

Qin Liuxi and the others suddenly felt cold.

Because they smelled kerosene, heard sharp screams, calls for help, and the smell of fire in the air, and the originally dark sky suddenly burst into flames, and ashes fell from the sky.

The fire keeps spreading.

The same thing happened to Qin Liuxi's house here. Suddenly it caught fire and screams could not be heard.

The master and apprentice were shocked.

Qin Liuxi looked stern, holding Teng Zhao with one hand, and using the other hand to isolate the tongues of fire that rushed toward them.

The petitioner was a little surprised and came to them quickly and said, "You guys are quite capable."

Qin Liuxi stared at him: "Who are you?"

"Of course I am the one praying." The praying person pointed forward: "Look, our hell."

The house here is located on a hillside, and the terrain is slightly higher, so it is easy to see the scene below. The peaceful and quiet town they saw during the day has turned into a purgatory on earth.

There was fire everywhere, and people who were burned by the fire, running around and falling down, from adults to children, were all spared, and they were all turned into coke and ashes.

"Xinghua Town is originally a town that has nothing to do with the world. It is like a paradise. We are indifferent and clear our aspirations. We only need to eat well and wear warm clothes. It is enough to live in peace and quiet." The voice of the person praying was a little hoarse, as if it was burned by thick smoke. It's like burning your throat, it's rough and unpleasant.

"We don't fight or rob. We have only lived in this village for generations. I am taking the imperial examination. I just think that with this status, I will be exempted from the Tianding tax. The villagers will not even have a decision-maker when something happens." The candidate laughed at himself: "But it turns out that I was too naive. My status as a candidate is not enough."

The praying person raised his hand and pointed to the center of the town, saying: "There used to be a two-hundred-year-old apricot tree there, which was the patron saint of our Xinghua Village. But one day, it became a thorn in others' eyes and a thorn in their flesh for promotion and wealth."

"Fifty years ago, there was a county magistrate named Liang in Su County. He had served in Su County for six years. He always wanted to be promoted but failed. One day, a man came to visit and gave him some advice. He said that it was our Xinghua Village. This old apricot tree is blocking his Qingyun Road. As long as the tree is destroyed and the Xinghua Village is wiped out, he can rise straight to the Qingyun." The petitioner said sarcastically: "So, on a windy and dry night, they We poured kerosene on it and lit a fire. We wanted to escape, but we couldn't. The whole village seemed to have a barrier blocking the way. In the end, more than a thousand people from [-] households in Xinghua Village died in this incident. fire."

Qin Liuxi squinted: "Fifty years ago, this was a ghost village. How did you do it? You could make it look like the real world during the day." At least she didn't see any other flaws at that time. The praying man looked at the center of the town and said, "Of course the protector will help."

"When a fire breaks out, it is difficult to escape. Xinghua Village is filled with mourning. It is a purgatory on earth. We hate, we complain, and we are unwilling. The patron saint heard our anger. He gave me divine power and gave us new life." The petitioner smiled. Said: "With it, we can repeat the peaceful and peaceful days day after day."

Qin Liuxi's heart moved and she felt the buzz of the soul-eating mirror. She stared at the person praying and said, "You got a bone?"

Qi Juren looked at her with a sharp look in his eyes, filled with murderous intent, and evil energy surging all over his body.

bingo!
  In addition to the ones obtained by Si Luo, there are two Buddha bones whose whereabouts are known, and the remaining one, whose whereabouts are unknown, is actually here.

"You have used this so-called divine power to create an illusion for fifty years. In addition to deceiving yourself and others, you are also cruel. You clearly used this power to imprison the souls of the people in this village here, unable to reincarnate. How selfish!" Qin! Liuxi sneered.

The person praying was furious, and the evil spirit solidified like an arrow and shot towards her: "What do you know? We just want to live a life without fighting against the world, so why not?"

Qin Liuxi used his magic skills to cut away the evil spirit, waved his sleeves, and sneered: "It's all just your self-righteousness. Have you ever asked, do these townspeople want to continue like this for the rest of their lives?"

"Master." Teng Zhao suddenly pointed into the darkness.

Qin Liuxi looked over and saw Yan Qishan at a glance. He was confused, as if he had lost his soul. Besides him, there were also some ghosts who had died recently, but they were dressed slightly differently.

She also recognized one. It was a grocery store, and the old shopkeeper was there with his abacus. He had been dead for about twenty or thirty years.

And there was a man who was obviously an aborigine, who grabbed him and started to devour him.

Qin Liuxi immediately thought of the key point, and shot his eyes like arrows at the praying people, saying: "For the so-called truth, you keep passers-by here as residents to act as new people to cover up the suspicious eyes of outsiders? After a long time Just devour them and replace them with another batch?"

"They stayed here voluntarily. This place is isolated from the world and is a paradise. What's wrong with it?" The petitioner looked at Yan Qishan and said, "Including Zhongqing, he also stayed here voluntarily. He said the flowers here are beautiful and the wine is good. Drink and wish to lie drunk among the flowers. I am just fulfilling his wish."

"You were able to hide the fact that he had no doubts about his death from the doctor and Wu Zuo because of this illusion and the so-called divine power." Qin Liuxi was really wary of Si Luo's Buddha bones. It could actually emit such a powerful sound on this person. The power of it made this illusion so real, hiding it from everyone, and leaving no doubt, which was equivalent to affecting their brains.

Teng Zhao asked: "Mr. Yan is only about fifty years old. You have been dead for fifty years. How can you be brothers with him and still exist in the eyes of everyone?"

The person praying chuckled lightly and opened his hands: "I have the magical power given by the God of Protection. How can it be difficult for me to be a human or a ghost? It is even easier to hide it from the eyes of mere mortals."

Teng Zhao got goosebumps, even he, a Taoist, didn't recognize it.

Qin Liuxi smiled: "No matter how realistic you act, you can't help but that you are just using the power of evil, and what is fake is fake, and one day it will be exposed by others, for example, look at me in the demon mirror!"

As she spoke, she threw the soul-eating mirror, and the golden light flashed. The person praying could not avoid it, and let out a shrill scream.

　I can’t write well, I can’t write well no matter what, it just doesn’t feel right, and I fall into crazy deletions and revisions and self-doubt! Let’s put in the image of a scumbag with dull eyes like Chicken Nest Youtou Zhamo emmm
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