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Chapter 24 Close the Door and Release the Villain (24): Weird

After entering the house and closing the door, blocking the smiling face of the old man, the chill that hit the back of the head receded.

Sim Mu jumped on the wooden bed when he entered the house. Although it is not as comfortable as his own bed, it is better to have a place to sleep than to sleep in the wilderness.

After half a month of exhaustion, the white fox almost fell asleep.

He Jinchuan walked around the house, thinking about all kinds of weird things during the day in his mind. For safety reasons, he set up a defensive formation at the door, and then went to bed to meditate.

The first half of the night was peaceful, but as soon as midnight passed, there were noises outside the door.

He Jinchuan, who had been vigilant all the time, immediately opened his eyes, led the white fox to the wooden door, poked the sandpaper with his fingers, and looked out.

In the daytime, although the dilapidated but clean corridor of the inn was covered with cobwebs and dust, and the pillars were covered with moss and mildew, I don't know how long it had been abandoned.

The cold moonlight fell into the Ju Inn through the cracks in the wood, and there were countless green light spots hovering in the silent corridor.

Get close and listen carefully, there is also the cry of a child and a woman, which makes one's scalp numb.

It was quite a commotion, but none of the Lingyun Sect disciples in those rooms came out to check, as if they knew nothing about it.

Not long after, a few traces of red light were mixed in the green light. The red light was very weak at first, but within a few breaths they became more dazzling than those green lights, floating in midair like the eyes of evil spirits.

Those red lights were devouring the green light.

Suddenly, there was a "creak" sound from the opposite room, which was especially prominent in this eerie darkness that was a little restless.

The sound seemed to startle the light in the air, they floated quietly, no longer colliding, as if they were locked on the position where the sound came from.

After the sound, the wooden door on the opposite side was pushed open from the inside, and a disciple in Tsing Yi came out from the inside. His expression was dull, and his movements of raising his hands and feet were stiff, as if he was being overridden by someone.

Following the appearance of that disciple, the surrounding light spots stagnated for a moment, and then rushed towards him, quickly pouring into his body.

The originally numb face of the disciple in Tsing Yi began to change with the influx of light spots. At first, he was surprised, then fearful and painful. He waved his hands to disperse those things, but found that it was useless.

His body began to twitch, and blood flowed out from his facial features. Slowly, the disciple lost his vitality, his head hung down, his hands were drooping, and he remained motionless.

Some light spots that didn't have time to enter his body floated around him, so the corridor became quiet again, and the impact sound didn't sound again.

He Jinchuan remained vigilant and observed at the door for half an hour. When his legs were numb, the disciple in Tsing Yi, who had been bleeding from his orifices, moved again.

He raised his head slowly, his neck made a creaking sound of joint friction, his pair of dull eyes looked forward, and he moved his limbs, hands and feet strangely and walked downstairs.

The stiff limbs made the Tsing Yi disciple move slowly, and it took half a quarter of an hour before he walked down the wooden ladder, and the remaining light spots around him closely followed the Tsing Yi disciple.

He Jinchuan hesitated for a moment, and chose to follow up to have a look.

The moonlight in Xinghe Town was very bright, but it was bitingly cold, falling on the body like a layer of hoarfrost.

Outside the inn, when the wind blows, the dead grass is rolled up and circled in the air.

During the daytime, the blue tiles of the houses are dilapidated, the ground is covered with weeds, and it seems that they have been abandoned for a long time. In some places, the weeds are taller than people, and the eaves and walls are full of thorns and vines.

This Xinghe Town is a deserted village, and the townspeople seen during the day do not exist at all.

Simu stretched his limbs, but found that it seemed to be against something and couldn't spread it out, so he kicked hard, but still couldn't use it, and finally opened his eyes dissatisfied to see what was so blind.

It's okay if you don't look at it, but when you look at it, you're shocked, and you don't feel sleepy at all.

Didn't she sleep well on the big bed?How could it be in this wilderness?
Instinctively, Sim Mu looked up, and was relieved when he saw the villain by his side. He opened his mouth to ask, but his mouth was clamped by two rough fingers.

White Fox: What are you doing!What are you doing!Why are you pinching my mouth!
Facing the little fox's dissatisfied gaze, He Jinchuan scratched her chin with his little finger, but did not let go of the hand holding the fox's mouth.

He followed the disciple in Tsing Yi lightly along the street.

Simu was angry and dazed, and then realized that this strange wasteland was somewhat familiar. Wasn't that broken table covered with grass where they ate noodles during the day?How did it become like this?
The more he looked at the white fox, the more he was sure that this was Xinghe Town in the daytime.

Simu didn't care about the hand pinching her mouth, she stretched her neck and raised her head to look forward, and saw someone in front of her.

It turns out that the villain is following this person, but isn't this person from the Lingyun Sect?
What did she miss when she fell asleep?

The disciple in Tsing Yi left the town, then walked towards the hill where He Jinchuan had been during the day, and finally arrived at the cemetery. Then he stood in front of a low grave and did not move.

The surrounding light spots circled around the Tsing Yi disciple twice, and then disappeared.

The cemetery that does not penetrate the sunlight during the day does not hinder the moonlight.

By the moonlight, it could be clearly seen that the disciple was standing in front of the grave, swaying gently, swaying with the night wind, like a hydrogen doll.

Apart from this weird disciple, there was no movement around.

I don't know how long he was shaking, but the disciple's head suddenly turned around, but his body didn't move at all.

A head rotated 180 degrees to face the back, bloody eyes, nose and mouth coupled with dull gaze, scared Simu into a ball with his front paws hugging his back paws, not daring to move.

The thing seemed to just look back to make sure there was nothing following it, and after turning the remaining 180 degrees, it returned to its original position, but there was a scar around its neck that was extremely scary.

The Tsing Yi disciple's body shook violently, his scalp bulged, and something was about to crawl out.

stab-

A pale hand pierced the scalp, pushed the disciple's head away and squeezed it out.

Ah ah ah ah ah!Ghost! ! !

The scene in front of him was too bloody, Simu let go of his hind paws to cover his eyes, the young man's big hand was faster than her, gently covered her sight, and covered her in his arms.

He Jinchuan stepped back a little, hid himself more tightly, and looked at the scene of the grave.

Bones shattered, flesh torn.

First it was a hand, then the head and body. A bloody ghost crawled out from the body of the Tsing Yi disciple. The Tsing Yi disciple's body was like a huge human skin mask. After the ghost came out, he fell to the ground and remained silent.

After the ghost appeared, it turned around in a circle, then grabbed the corpse on the ground and stuffed it into its mouth.

The sound of "crackling" is the only sound in this cemetery.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Li Gui dropped the stumped limbs in his hands, stood up and looked around, and then turned into a shadow and rushed out of the woods. He Jinchuan was too fast to follow.

Not long after, the cold atmosphere in the cemetery dissipated a lot, and He Jinchuan came out from his hiding place and approached the withered tomb.

Under the icy moonlight, the trampled weeds were stained with blood and flesh foam, a calf was lying in an inconspicuous corner, and the tattered green clothes were thrown aside, the Qiankun bag of Ling Yunzong disciple was stained with blood and leaned against the person leg.

Man must be dead.

He Jinchuan didn't dare to wait any longer, but turned and left after a hasty glance.

The hand covering Simu's eyes had already moved away, she tilted her head and squeezed out a hairy head from the villain's armpit, blinking at the blood-stained Qiankun bag.

I want to, but I'm afraid of ghosts.

(End of this chapter)