Unbeatable Evil King

The black whirlpool was restarted, and ye Wuqian left the place that made him sad with tears. At the same time, he deleted his memory. If Li Juan's death made him miserable, he would like to forget it forever.

The next place Ye Wuqian came to was actually a well-known ghost city.

"Pretty dolls, red flowers, drag the braid to marry the river Lang ~"

four red faced villagers carry sedan chairs and sing songs to the Zhencun river of Luoyang village. In an outsider's opinion, this may be which family marries the daughter-in-law or marries the daughter-in-law. But people familiar with Luoyang village all know that behind this happy marriage, it is endless heartache and unwilling.

Luoyang village is an old and poor village. Legend has it that when the emperor went through a war, he saw that the landscape here was pleasant and the heart of the dragon was so pleasant that he waved his sword and became a famous Luo Yang. For many years since then, Luoyang village has benefited from long'en and profound benefits. From generation to generation, there have been many great figures.

But Luoyang village is also a poor one.

Hundreds of years later, the decision to split the mountain and build roads changed the fate of the villagers. It's strange to say that the road was well built, but as long as you come across the soil of the mountain behind the village, either the machine breaks down or someone has an accident. This back and forth, again the dull person also saw some way. So we got together to discuss, this time and again, the road has not been repaired.

The knowledgeable young people in the village didn't think so. Especially for those who have been working abroad for a long time. "I said, uncle Chang, if this road is not well built, how can the villagers and elders be so poor in their lives?"

"Yes, uncle Chang, that's a good old saying. If you want to be rich, you must build roads. You say we can't stop the whole village from getting rich just because of several accidents, right? " In the face of the silent old uncle Chang, Li Yuan, a college student in the village, began to shout.

When it comes to getting rich, people in the village are moved. For a while, most people supported the road construction. But the old uncle Chang, who had a certain position in the village, was still curled up in the corner, smoking the old dry tobacco with a trembling voice. When the whole village could not help but prepare to carry the guy to continue the road construction, uncle Chang had an action.

He raised his head and vomited a smoke ring. In the hazy smoke, he told all the people present. "The mountain god is angry. I'm afraid this road can't be repaired."

A stone stirs up thousands of waves. After hearing this, the villagers believe it or not. After all, this old uncle Chang has a lot of research on ghosts and gods. For a moment, things got bogged down. But Yang Cong, a college student village official, did not believe in this evil. He decided to go ahead with the road construction tomorrow.

Since the matter has been solved, the villagers who gathered together went back home in twos and threes. After the crowd dispersed, the old uncle Chang in the corner suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood. Then he knelt down on the ground like a demon, facing the back mountain and dying.

Old uncle Chang, who had been busy living for Luoyang village for a long time, did not end well. Some people said that he leaked too many secrets, but still failed to stop the villagers from building roads.

And the disaster in Luoyang village has come after all.

After the funeral of old uncle Chang, Luoyang village started the road construction plan again. When the broken mountain machine opened to the locust tree forest in the back mountain, suddenly there was an evil wind, which made a group of people squint one after another. When I return to God, it seems that nothing has happened.

When the mountain was halfway through, some villagers dug out a small sarcophagus. The whole body was dark, and it was cool to take it into the hands. But after the curiosity of the people present, they put it in their arms and continued to dig.

"Oh, get out of the way, get out of the way!" Dazhu waved his arms and ran and yelled.

Behind the pillar, there was an out of control mountain breaking machine, like an elephant crashing into a dense crowd. Everywhere I go, it's bloody.

In less than a few minutes, more than half of the villagers were killed. Including Dazhu and Li Yuan who supported the road construction at that time.

and the villagers who survived have not been able to return to God, and suddenly they shovel away their souls. Change is a matter of a moment, all the fresh life in this strange back mountain has no breath.

The bright red blood permeates the brown and yellow land, but it doesn't solidify. Instead, it seems to be given new life. The bubbling bubbles are drunk by the surface.

But the villagers in the arms of the small sarcophagus out of a group of black gas, along the villagers' lapels into his seven orifices. After a while, I saw that the dead villager stood up as if he were alive, even his drooping head giggled up, and his cold smile spread slowly from the corner of his mouth.

"Luoyang village, I want you to be buried with the whole village."

With the wind blowing, Luoyang village is doomed to die overnight.

The sun is about to set at the top of the mountain, and the wives, children and children who can't wait for their families to come back to the mountain to look for people.

Aunt Xiang, the village head's daughter-in-law, was impatient. The family cooked the food and waited for him to come back to eat together. However, it was dark that day and there was no personal shadow.

"Ah, Haizi, have you finished building roads? Have you seen your Uncle Xu? The meal has been hot several times, and he has not been seen. " Xiang aunt came face to face with a stiff step, but with a smile of Yin Cen on her face, she walked towards her step by step."What's wrong with your child today? What are you laughing at when my aunt asks you?" A face of doubt Xiang aunt quickly approached a few steps.

"Follow me ~"

these three words seem to have magic power, which makes aunt Xiang, who was originally angry, suddenly become quiet and limp down. She follows Haizi and goes to the entrance of Luoyang village. Along the way, any villager who meets Haizi will change into aunt Xiang as long as he opens his mouth.

After a while, the whole village basically followed Haizi. A large group of people, staggering in the village. A breath of death covered the whole Luoyang village.

Haizi, the leader, still holds a full moon baby girl in his arms. The baby doesn't cry and is quiet like a porcelain doll.

"Oh, here we are."

All the people knelt down to the river at the head of the village and kowtowed, and cried out "long live the goddess of water, long live the goddess of water"

but Haizi in the villagers' mouth suddenly burst into tears, picked up the water in the river and drank it in a purr. "Water son, I come to see you."

"Water son, did you see that? I brought you a big gift."

"Shuier, let their children and grandchildren pay the debts of the ancestors of Luoyang village! I am going to recast your flesh with the flesh and blood of a hundred men. " The more Haizi said, the more excited he was. Finally, he pulled aunt Xiang from the front of her head, twisted off her head, and pressed her bare neck into the river. For a moment, the originally dead river seemed to be alive, surging and agitating, like stomach juice in human body, wave after wave, and aunt Xiang's body turned out to be like a piece of paper.

Haizi was overjoyed when he saw the situation in front of him. Open the black and yellow teeth, the paper incense aunt rolled a few times, one swallow.

The rest of the villagers also suffered the same as aunt Xiang. Seeing that the water became more and more turbid, the outline of a black woman gradually appeared.

Haizi's eyes seemed to be infused with some mysterious panic. "How, how possible!" He did not care to continue to break the heads of villagers, and fled in a hurry.

As soon as he left, the surviving villagers regained consciousness and looked at the steaming River in front of them, wondering what to do.

There was a woman in the water.

His whole body was red with blood and blue veins. His eyes were white, and he had a valgus wound on his body. There was a blooming flower on his left chest. At one glance, he scared many villagers.

Standing on the surface of the water, she stretched out her slender hand and pinched an orchid finger. She thought that she had all kinds of feelings and said, "Ben Xian saved you, but the fengshui of Luoyang village has changed. In the future, if you want to keep your peace, you must support benxian until Wenqu star comes down to earth. Are you willing? "

When things have come to this point, who dares to complain and the remaining dozens of villagers kowtow to show their obedience.

The woman in the water felt very satisfied. She changed her hand and continued to hold her orchid finger and said, "on the first day of the first lunar month, the bridal dress made of paper is the beautiful widow of the village who has just died. They are all ready for Ben Xian, and they are carried to your house. If there is no mistake, I will guarantee you the wealth of Luoyang village every year. "

At the end of the speech, the villagers lying on the ground were sweating. It turns out that the strange woman in front of her is the legendary River Lang.

The first time people think of the river god is the river god. But the two are quite different.

He Lang, not God or ghost, is just a kind of greedy existence. The female River Lang is far more powerful than the male River Lang. The woman Helang in Luoyang village is the overlord of the river doctors. No one can say whether he Lang is good or bad, because he acts according to his personal mood.

But all the river Lang in the world have only one hobby. Color is the first word. And it's just women. Therefore, the woman Helang wishes Paolo Yang village rich and noble every year in exchange for the famous beauty of Luoyang village.

When the villagers should be under the request of the river Lang, she was happy to twist the body, dive into the water.

After the storm, Luoyang village once fell into a dead silence. In the village where there were hundreds of people, less than 100 people were left. Every family in the evening, there will be crying, some in mourning her husband, some in sentimental relatives.

But things will eventually pass. A month later, a big happy event happened in the village. The daughter-in-law of the Lao Luo family gave birth to quintuplets, all of them girls. This is a great good thing for the lack of population in Luoyang village. It also ignites the passion of the whole village to live and gives them hope to renew their incense.

As the days passed by, people gradually forgot the agreement with Helang.