You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 4: Corpse Fragrance
This scene scared all the surrounding martial artists out of their wits.

They have been in the martial world for many years and have seen dead people before, but this is the first time they have seen a corpse holding its head and smiling!

"Old Zhao...Old Zhao is dead!"

"Old Zhao was possessed by a ghost and cut off his own head!"

"If we continue to stay in this damn village, we will become like this too! I don't want to die yet! My wife is still waiting for me to return to the city!"

There was a country man who was so frightened that he ran out like a madman, with the fork in his hand flying out. The steward didn't even have time to stop him, as he saw the man rushing into the darkness.

Then a shrill scream was heard.

Then the sound stopped abruptly.

All the wanderers who were originally thinking of escaping stopped in their tracks, their faces turned pale and they looked panic-stricken.

"Never stray more than three feet from the light!"

The manager finally found an opportunity. He immediately scolded the people around him and asked them to stay where they were.

"Only a person with great popularity can resist the ghosts. If you run in alone, you will surely die!" The manager scolded the gangsters and tied a red rope to the wooden board. He held the rope with one hand and tied the other hand to his wrist: "We are being targeted by the ghosts in the village. If we don't die for them, they can't leave here. Don't even think about running out of the village now. The ghosts won't give way to us!
"If you want to survive, follow me and break the incense!"

The warriors tried their best to gather together.

The manager looked at the group of people around him and was so angry.

Although there are few capable people near Qingzhou City, these few are definitely well-known ones.

Actual view:
Hey! A bunch of rubbish!
You said this was a whole thing.

There was no other way, the manager could only walk in the front, and the gangsters behind him formed a line. As the shopkeeper walked, he mustered up his courage and said loudly:
"The Yang people are borrowing the road, the ghosts are retreating!"

"The Yang people are borrowing the road, the ghosts are retreating!"

His loud shouts and the lantern in his hand dispelled the darkness around them, and the wanderers were finally able to barely see the surrounding scenery.

The deserted village was shabby, with long-abandoned houses everywhere. One could barely tell that it had once been inhabited. There was a big hole on the ground, covered with soil, and no one knew which kind-hearted corpse collector had collected the body for them.

After seeing the surrounding environment clearly, the worries of these martial artists finally eased a little.

Only the little girl in the crowd looked around and took out a yellow thing that looked like a ball of wool from her hand. She held it tightly in her hand with a serious expression.

The group continued to move forward, and after seeing the surrounding roads clearly, they soon arrived at the center of this not-so-big village.

They finally saw an elm table placed in the center of the village. On the table was an incense altar with three incense sticks burning slowly.

The Jianghu people were slightly startled.

This ghost village has appeared for nearly four or five years. According to the manager, the entire village became a ghost village because of these three incense sticks. After such a long time, these three gray incense sticks are still burning.

Tiny flames hung above the three incense sticks, with white smoke floating upwards.

The Wenxiang Gang's method is indeed mysterious and magical!
"These three incense sticks are the key. Break them and the resentment in the village will dissipate!"

The manager shouted immediately. After hearing his words, the Jianghu guests looked at each other in bewilderment. Among them, a brave young man took a step forward and walked directly in the direction of the incense:

"I'm coming!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man had already arrived next to the elm table.

He raised his big hand, aimed at the incense and grabbed it.

But all the martial artists saw his movements freeze before their eyes.

He seemed to be staring at the incense, his eyes were wide open and bloodshot, blue veins were popping out on his forehead, but his hands could not reach the incense at all.

"What's wrong?" the manager asked immediately, his voice tense.

"fine."

The young man's voice suddenly came, his body did not move, but his head began to slowly turn backwards.

Until he turned completely 180 degrees, the young man's neck made an unbearable crisp sound. Although he had a smile on his face, blood began to flow from the corners of his mouth and eyes.

"I'm fine, come here quickly, I've broken the incense stick!"

The three incense sticks are still intact, with no signs of being broken!
This bizarre scene finally broke down the psychological defenses of all the martial artists. Someone in the crowd screamed, and then everyone scattered like crows and ran away in all directions.

This time, the steward didn't have time to hold them back. He suddenly felt darkness all around him and the lantern in his hand went out immediately.

In just a moment, the only people left around the manager were the little girl and a bald man who had not spoken a word.

Seeing the darkness pressing down on her, the little girl's face turned pale with fright. Several pairs of almost pure white hands stretched out from the darkness behind her and grabbed her limbs.

"Oh my god! The devil is catching me!"

The little girl was so frightened that her soul flew away. She immediately threw the yellow ball in her hand out. The whole person flashed by like a shadow. In the blink of an eye, several pairs of ghost hands grabbed no longer the little girl, but the yellow cotton ball.

The manager's expression changed several times.

He originally thought that he could easily complete the task by bringing a group of people to rely on their popularity to attack the ghost incense, but he didn't expect that this group of people were so unstoppable!
He gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, took out a gourd from his arms, and used the rope as a meteor hammer to smash back batch of ghosts. However, he did not expect to be hit directly by a fleeing martial artist and the rope was broken.

Seeing the gourd flying into the darkness, the manager was stunned.

In the end, he could only yell, "Fuck your mother!"

The bald man remained calm. He took out a package wrapped in red cloth from his arms, tore off the cloth, and revealed a precious sword inside. "How much more silver do you want to take you out?"

"You can take as much as you want!" The manager was so angry that his mind was in chaos. He knew that it was impossible for him to escape with his own ability. If someone was willing to take him out, why would he care about the money?

"I have silver too! If you take me out, I'll give it to you too!"

The little girl immediately followed suit and started to scream. She still had three balls left in her hand, one of which was emitting black smoke and was about to turn into a pool of water and disappear before her eyes.

The manager and the man could see that without the ball in her hand, she had no means to save her life.

"Okay, follow me."

The man with alopecia wereata walked in front with a knife in his hand, and the two men followed him tremblingly.

With every step, there were ghostly howling sounds all around. The bald man glared, cursed, and swung his knife out:

"You're crying your mother off! I'm so nervous!"

As he chopped down with his knife, a scream was heard in the darkness, and a translucent woman's head was chopped off.

The steward's eyes flew open.

This is,

Butcher knife! ?
The butcher knife is full of evil spirits, and even ghosts dare not approach it. This bald man seems to be a skilled knife user, and this butcher knife is like a fish in water in his hand!

There is hope! We can fight our way out!

The manager hurried to follow.

The three of them walked out along the dirt path. Every few steps, the bald man would swung his knife in the air. Every time he swung the knife, screams could be heard from all around. The further they went, the faster the man swung his knife, and beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

'It's trickier than I thought!'

Originally, the man didn't expect to be able to break the incense left by the leader of the Wenxiang Gang. After all, the gap in strength between the two sides was too big. It took almost half of the Bai Laohui's members to drive the Wenxiang Gang out of Qingzhou. How could a few of them destroy the treasure left behind by others?

But it is much easier to earn this "first aid money" by rescuing people.

He had been to this village before. Although it was dangerous, he was able to fight his way out.

But today, the ghosts in this village seem a little excited?

Could it be because of the proximity to the incense?

"If all else fails, just leave these two guys here!"

The man's mind moved, and then he quickened his pace, intending to break out alone.

But before he took two steps, a huge ghost suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was a woman, wearing a bright red wedding dress. Her face could not be seen clearly, but she exuded a tangible resentment.

The man with alopecia wereata's heart trembled suddenly, and he chopped with his knife subconsciously, but the knife did not hit the woman.

He only felt the knife shadow make a bend and then chopped towards his neck in an instant.

In the eyes of the shopkeeper and the little girl, the bald man in front of them suddenly turned the blade of the knife and cut his own neck in an instant.

Blood spurted out and both men's faces turned pale.

The red ghost!

There are actually evil creatures of this level in this village!
The man in charge was standing there, his soul floating outside. He suddenly screamed, pushed the girl beside him hard, and ran into the village in the blink of an eye and disappeared.

The girl didn't expect that the person in charge next to her would suddenly push her to be a shield. She couldn't dodge in time and looked at the bride in red in surprise.

Two and a half of the three balls in her hand exploded instantly, and the remaining yellow cotton ball was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The little girl's face turned pale. She wanted to run away, but she found that all the joints in her body seemed to be rusted and she could not move at all.

Finished!

I wanted to get some treasures from the village, but I didn't expect that I would not only not get any treasures, but also be killed by evil spirits!
The bride slowly stretched out two fingers towards her eyes, and the girl couldn't even close her eyes at this moment.

She could only watch the blood-red nails getting closer and closer to her eyes.

suddenly,

A loud thunder exploded suddenly!
The red-clothed female ghost didn't even have time to react before she exploded from her back to her chest.

Without even a scream, it disappeared in an instant and turned into ashes.

The pitch-black darkness around was suddenly torn apart by the thunder, and turned into blue sky in the blink of an eye.

A ray of afternoon light shone through the partially thick and partially thin clouds, casting uneven light across the village.

A Taoist carrying a bamboo basket slowly withdrew his hand.

"Are you OK."

He asked in a gentle and soft voice.

(End of this chapter)