The years when I was not the protagonist

The funeral parlor is the resident of Dongtong market night people, and there are people on duty 24 hours a day.

After Xiao Ling received Gu Chuan's call, he immediately went to wake up Xie Ding. Xie Ding has been worrying and exhausted recently, and has been living in the funeral parlor so that he can direct and deal with the strange events in Dongtong City at any time.

After receiving Xiao Ling's report, Xie Ding had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Xiao Ling, I remember a rumor in Wuzi Village that they are the descendants of a great general 300 years ago."

Xiao Ling thought about it, and finally took out her mobile phone to check. She only knows about idol dramas all day long, and knows very little about these rumors.

"Director, I have found out that before the new strange calendar, Wuzi Village did use the name of a descendant of a general to attract tourists to travel.

Moreover, the place of Wuzi Village is very strange. Tourists often get lost in the mountains and forests, and none of them survived when they found it. "

It's okay if it's not related to the weird, but when it's connected, it's a bit frightening to think about.

"Director, could it be that before the new strange experience, there was a strange recovery there." Xiao Ling's scalp was numb, and she felt that she had discovered something remarkable.

"Notify Lianzhong and the others, and immediately gather people to rush to Wuzi Village. I will go first."

Regardless of whether the news is true or not, Xie Ding dare not gamble. If it is really Weird who has recovered before the new strange calendar, he will not be able to afford the loss of Dongtong City if he is allowed to walk out of Wuzi Village.

Blue flames emerged from Xie Ding's body, and flames were burning in his eyes.

With a click, Xie Ding disappeared in front of Xiao Ling, and there was still a trace of blue flame spreading in the air, which did not disappear for a long time.

……

In Wuzi Village, in front of the cemetery where Gu Chuan dug the tomb, He An and He Ping showed hatred on their faces.

"Brother, grandpa hasn't sucked enough blood yet, and the ceremony hasn't been completed yet. If you wake up grandpa now, will your success fall short?"

He Ping floated above He An, his eyes were full of unwillingness, he blamed himself for insisting on going to the city to seduce people, and now he kicked the iron plate.

He An covered the injured area, and glanced in the direction of Wuzi Village, with a determined look on his face.

"It's too late. That kid has already contacted Xie Ding. With the prudence of that old man, Xie Ding will definitely come over to check."

"When Xie Ding comes, grandpa and grandpa may not necessarily be opponents."

The blood dripped from He An's body drop by drop, and he walked step by step into a circular cemetery in the middle of the cemetery.

"Go and call everyone in the village, now it's time to dedicate everything to their Lord Corpse Demon."

He Ping turned into a black shadow and disappeared, and He An's face showed a hint of ruthlessness. He wanted to use the lives of everyone in Wuzi Village as a medium to wake up the general of the He family 300 years ago.

But just for a while, He Ping came back full of anger, "Brother, they all ran away. I went around the village quietly, and except for a few old guys, everyone else disappeared."

After hearing He Ping's words, He An was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly became furious.

"This group of people who eat inside and out, their grandfather gave them the power to surpass ordinary people, and now they have betrayed their trust."

He An smashed a tombstone behind him with one punch. He never thought that the Corpse Demon Cult he worked so hard to manage turned out to be just his own wishful thinking in the end.

The loyal believers who usually shouted to dedicate everything and called themselves corpse demons, but now when the crisis really came, they ran faster one by one.

"However, do you think you can really run?
Hahaha, when grandpa wakes up, you will die even if you run to the ends of the earth. "

He An showed a crazy smile, picked up a broken tombstone, wiped it off his neck, "Grandfather, my grandson is incompetent, I hope you will make the decision for me."

The blood on He An's neck seemed to be sucked out by a needle, and it gushed out frantically, entering the grave beneath him.

He Ping watched his brother's behavior calmly and did not stop him. In order to become a ghost master back then, He An cut He Ping's neck as abruptly as he does now. In the end, the younger brother became the strangest brother.

Under the tomb is a sarcophagus engraved with various patterns, and the blood on He An's body was absorbed by this sarcophagus.

Inside the coffin, a tall corpse with a blue face and fangs lay inside.

He suddenly moved his eyelids, as if he heard He An's call, and felt the power of the same blood flowing into his body.

He is the corpse demon, the great general 300 years ago, who roamed the battlefield all his life.

After his death, the Feng Shui master found such a place to keep his corpse. He wanted to live in another way. The He family followed his last words and used human blood for generations.

In the past 300 years, the corpse demon has awakened three times, and each time the He family will ask him to wake up when it is too difficult.

"roar~"

The corpse demon spit out a thick mouthful of turbid air, and opened a pair of blood-red eyes.

It waved its hand, and with a bang, the tomb burst open.

The corpse demon was dressed in iron armor, with a long sword on his waist, stepped on the bottom of the sarcophagus, and stood up straight.

The corpse demon saw two strange creatures floating in the air, and sensed that it was his own blood.

"It's not time yet, why are you waiting to wake me up." The Corpse Demon said unhappily. If he didn't get a satisfactory answer, he wouldn't suggest eating the two juniors in front of him.

He An and He Ping, who had just turned into ghosts, shuddered and immediately knelt down in front of the corpse demon.

"Grandfather Mingjian, someone found out about your existence, and we had no choice but to do so..." He An told the story.

The corpse demon snorted coldly, and said dissatisfiedly: "Trash, you can't even do this well."

The corpse devil's energy sank to the dantian, and with a sudden inhalation, streaks of sinister energy on the corpse raising ground were sucked into its mouth, and those walking corpses underground were instantly sucked into a pile of dead bones.

The corpse demon beckoned again, and drops of blood balls whizzed from different directions and merged into his body.

These are the blood of the villagers of Wuzi Village. They have all consumed the blood energy produced by the corpse demon, and their life and death are no longer under their control.

……

In Wuyi Village, Gu Chuan finally found his taxi, and these bastards actually drove his car into a puddle.

Now it has become a soaking car, and no one will say it after selling it, and it will definitely not be as good as before in the future.

In the distant mountains and forests, corpse aura soared into the sky, continuously coming towards Wuzi Village.

"come yet?"

Gu Chuan drew out the butcher's knife, the taxi should be settled.

Call ~
A burst of corpse breath blew, and a tall armored figure appeared in Gu Chuan's eyes.

The corpse demon came, without any unnecessary nonsense, he drew his sword and slashed towards Gu Chuan.

Corpse air spewed out vertically and horizontally from the sword, tearing the air, and the ground it passed along the way exploded instantly, splashing mud and dust all over the sky.

Gu Chuan narrowed his eyes, and had already resorted to all means.

A flash of sword light flashed in the mud and dust, and Gu Chuan slightly lifted the butcher's knife.

Clang~
The butcher's knife blocked the tip of the sword, and Gu Chuan was struck backward by a huge force.