White Bone Monkey King

Click!

In the quiet, dark night, there was the sound of fingernails scratching and struggling again.

This time it came from the hut where dry firewood was piled.

When Jin An rushed in, he still found nothing.

No one was found.

Except for the back of the woodshed door, it was covered with scratched yellow talismans and large bloody fingernail scratches.

…

Click!

This time it came from the room where he was staying before.

When Jin An held a long knife in his hand, kicked the door open, and strode in impatiently, this time the sound came from a wooden box storing sundries.

Likewise, when he opened the wooden box, he still found nothing.

Jin An was very energetic and ran back and forth several times, but he didn't feel anything. On the contrary, the old Taoist priest kept following him, tossing him back and forth, but he was tormented to death.

As tired as a cow panting.

As soon as my butt touched the bench in front of the square table in the room, I was so tired that I didn't want to get up anymore. I just screamed that I couldn't do it anymore, but I'm tired, and when you get old, your legs and feet can no longer run.

Jin An also felt that if he continued like this, he would be fooled all the time.

He looked around the room again, but still found nothing.

So, he directly opened all the doors and windows, and then immediately sat down at the square table, planning to wait and see.

Next, Jin An was fed up. No matter how much noise there was outside, he remained motionless and sat firmly in the room, as calm as one man standing in front of ten thousand others.

The old Taoist priest standing next to him was panting from exhaustion, with his upper body slumped on the table. He had no trace of immortality and had the image of a Taoist master, but he became a clear counterexample.

late at night.

The hazy moonlight outside the house seemed to be obscured by a group of dark clouds. The inside of the house, which was originally illuminated by the moonlight outside, became increasingly dim as the night progressed.

suddenly.

Empty, quiet room with no one outside.

The eerie and painful sound of struggling and fingernails scratching at the hard wall tiles was heard again.

Here, here, here...

The sound was particularly harsh and sharp, with deep hatred and monstrous resentment that clawed deeply into the blue bricks, as if fingernails were scratched into the hard bricks. In this deep night sky, it sounded very scary and evil.

Jin An looked toward the sound, and there seemed to be a child squatting outside the dark window. The child's round head seemed to be looming under the window sill...

After being ignored, have you finally stopped hiding?

Jin An's right arm held the handle of the knife, and the muscles were tense. Because he held the knife too hard, the veins and blood vessels protruded. He calmly looked out the window at the child's head squatting under the window sill.

"The doors and windows are unlocked."

"If you want to come in, come in."

But Jin An's words seemed to frighten the child's head hiding under the window sill. In the hazy darkness, the child's head disappeared.

The thick darkness outside the window.

Back to empty again.

desolate.

Jin An snorted and ignored it. He was tired of being played like a cat and mouse.

Then there was a long lull.

Jin An made a rough calculation and concluded that probably during the Chou hour, before dawn when the sun and moon alternated, the frightening sound of fingernails scratching and painful slapping for help, which had been quiet for a long time, started to sound again.

this time! Right under the bed next to you!

Less than ten steps away from Jin'an!

So close!

"Little brother……"

In the dark room, the old Taoist priest sat up straight with a start. He felt a shadow. He remembered that not long ago, he sat on that bed and rested...

The old Taoist priest had already reached into the Tai Chi Bagua bag, trying to grab a handful of glutinous rice to ward off evil spirits.

"finally come!"

Jin An held a long knife in his hand and turned to look at the bed nearby.

Jin An didn't act rashly and immediately rushed over and slashed him with the knife. He was worried about disturbing the evil spirit and returned without success. Jin An sat still and pondered for a while, then slowly lowered his head and bent over.

Jin An sat there, bending his waist lower and lower. In the dark room, Jin An quietly lowered his head and bent his waist, as if he was the evil spirit, and the evil spirit hiding under the bed in the middle of the night was the innocent...

The lower the head is, the lower it is...

The lower the lower...

Under the bed, a group of thin and huddled figures were struggling, scratching, and slapping the bed board.

It was a mummy and charred child whose skin was cracked and his whole body was burnt black. He died in the fire.

The moment Jin An An Jing quietly bent down and saw the charred child under the bed, their eyes met, and in the darkness, Jin An grinned.

"you lose……"

"I caught you!"

Jin An smiled happily, very harmlessly and gently, but in the dark room, he quietly bent down and looked under the bed, and then said "I caught you", but it was so impressive that it made people's scalp explode. gloomy.

Then, Jin An slashed out without saying a word.

I have tolerated you for a long time!

Die!

The red knife shadow, with the domineering explosive power of the red blood force, Jin An's body and blood boiled as he carried it. He took a big step and rushed out with all his strength. He had already arrived in front of the bed, slashed with a half-moon slash, and hit the wooden bed hard.

boom!

The solid wooden bed was split into pieces by the domineering red blood energy and fierce explosive power of the knife, and exploded violently in all directions.

"Get out of here!"

Jin An shouted.

A thin black figure slyly jumped towards the door in the smoke and dust of the explosion, trying to seize the door and escape. But at this moment, the black shadow of the scorched corpse came back at a faster speed.

There were two black footprints on the ground that were charred and smelly of corpses.

It turned out that the old Taoist priest had already sprinkled a ball of glutinous rice near the door and window. Glutinous rice itself has the pharmacological effects of hanging wounds and detoxifying, and is a Yang Qi grain that tonifies the body and replenishes Qi.

Can overcome evil spirits.

"Well done!"

Without saying a word, Jin An faced the black shadow of the scorched corpse that was retreating, and burst out with red blood power. The sword light, with the scorching breath and red light after the blood was boiling, slashed Huashan with a clean stroke.

Boom!

The back of the black shadow of the scorched corpse was hit hard by the red blood energy, as if it was hit hard by a thunder cannon. The body shook violently, and a large amount of boiling and hot red blood energy was poured into the knife. The flesh and blood on the back of the scorched corpse was torn open, revealing the dense white bones!

The fierce and explosive power brought by the red blood power did not even slow down the attack, sending it flying like a solid cannon ball.

boom!

The house trembled, and there was a big explosion. The huge force of the knife actually flew the black shadow of the charred corpse out of the house, and the wall of the house was knocked down, leaving a large hole as high as a person.

The black figure of the charred corpse stumbled up from the rubble and fled into another nearby home.

That was Hu Dazhuangzi. Jin An was surprised. Isn't this the Yin Mansion of Dazhuangzi where the old Taoist priest said he wanted to live?

Jin An didn't have time to think about it, he rushed out of the hole in the wall and chased into Dazhuangzi with a sword in hand like a dragon or tiger.

"Old Taoist, protect yourself!"

Jin'an's voice fell, and people were already chasing him into Dazhuangzi. As a result, Jin An saw at first sight a carriage parked in the yard of Dazhuangzi.

The horses pulling the cart have disappeared.

Jin An frowned. Isn't this black wood coffin the same as the lost Yin Dart that Monk Pu Zhi described to him?

There was a black wooden coffin on the carriage, but the black wooden coffin had already been opened at this time.

The body of the old man with a rat-like face inside was gone.

The coffins are divided into five colors. The black coffin can suppress evil spirits. Did the old corpse from the deserted village escape from the black coffin?