Burning Incense In Prison: Mistaken For A Fortune Teller

Zhao Yi, Feng Yue and Nie Gaoyang sat in an inconspicuous corner of the ancestral hall, while hundreds of townspeople stood quietly in the middle, until the hazy moonlight penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on the dilapidated Langzhong Town trails, adding to the A bit of a weird color.

"Ta-ta-ta...ta-ta-ta."

"Ta-ta-ta...ta-ta-ta."

There was a sound of heavy footsteps, and hundreds of townspeople seemed to have received instructions. They instantly became solemn and looked at the door of the ancestral hall with only the whites of their eyes.

Eight people in black clothes, men, women, old and young, carried a bright red sedan with expressionless faces and stepped steadily into the dim ancestral hall.

The red satin fluttered gently in the breeze, giving off a creepy aura.

The looming figures in the sedan swayed as the sedan moved up and down.

On both sides of the sedan chair, two boys and girls held white candles and followed expressionlessly. Their eyes were empty and lifeless, with no trace of vitality. They were like empty shells without souls. The gray mourning clothes on their bodies seemed Extremely dazzling.

Pieces of red paper were floating in the air, dancing lightly in the night wind, like flying butterflies or blooming blood flowers.

The sound of mournful music echoed over the town, which was desolate and heart-tugging. The sad melody seemed to have traveled through time and space, and the faces of the residents of the town showed a look of fear and uneasiness.

They all woke up and saw something behind the red sedan. They were so densely packed that there was no end in sight. They were all dead souls wearing tattered clothes!

Feng Yue was about to scream!

Not only were the dead souls standing behind the ancestral hall, but more importantly, the eight people carrying the coffin were apparently fellow night watchmen!

The leader of the eight night watchmen was an old man in his seventies. Although his body was skinny, his eyes were sharper than an eagle in the night. When he saw Feng Yue and the others, he wanted to open his mouth to warn something, but what came to mind? Taboo, he shut his mouth tightly again.

Seeing the young Taoist priest who had been cut off from the waist and turned into two parts, he spat on the corpse in relief.

What a fucking pleasure!

Damn it, if I hadn't mistakenly believed this liar and inhaled the special cartilage powder, I wouldn't have become a piece of fish on the chopping board.

Zhao Yi used the book of life and death to check the lean old man. The other party seemed to have noticed something and looked over subconsciously. He had the illusion of being naked and being stripped clean from head to toe.

"Zhao Wuji."

"A rare martial arts prodigy who has been practicing Xingyiquan since he was five years old. He has been practicing it diligently for more than sixty years. Last year, he introduced the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into his body, combined it with the essence of his life to transform into true energy, and officially entered the world. The realm of King Wu.”

"He is a very upright person with a very hot temper. He is not smooth in dealing with things and has suffered a lot."

Zhao Yi murmured in his heart that it was the first time he saw the real King of Martial Arts. He practiced Xingyi Quan to perfection, which was indeed extraordinary: "When I came to Langzhong Town, I mistakenly believed in a fake Taoist priest and inhaled the special cartilage powder. When I woke up, I became a martial artist." "

He thought a lot more and suspected that it was all a ruse from beginning to end.

The special cartilage powder that caused King Wu's fall was so precious, even in the Soul Captivating Sect. How could it be held by that fake Taoist priest.

I am afraid that the purpose of the Soul Capture Sect from the beginning was to attract a Night Watchman of the Martial King Realm!

The life source of a Martial King is so strong that it is enough to create a red-clothed fierce ghost that has few rivals at the same level.

But there were still some doubts, so he looked into the red sedan again.

The dead souls standing outside came in, swarmed into the ancestral hall, and roughly pulled down the bride in the red sedan!

The dead soul behind brought a paper-tied person and forced the bride to worship in the ancestral hall regardless of the struggling bride. The mutilated face shouted crazily: "First bow to the heaven and earth, second bow to the high hall, husband and wife bow to each other!"

The bride, whose head was forcibly held down, revealed a corner of her red hijab when she kowtowed, with a snow-white face and tears falling down from the corners of her eyes.

The townspeople who woke up looked at all this with fear. They could no longer remember how many times it had happened. They had been trapped in it for too long.

"I know it all."

Zhao Yi, who was always paying attention, sneered: "The truth about Lang Zhongzhen."

"There is no such thing as a lie made up by a doctor!"

He deduced the whole truth from the body of the ghost bride in the sedan chair, combined with the two soul-catching sect disciples he killed.

The hundreds of awake townspeople in Langzhong Town, including Feng Yue, Nie Gaoyang and the eight night watchmen, all looked at Zhao Yi, wondering what he meant.

Zhao Yi looked at the crazy dead souls, and the disgust in his eyes became stronger: "In the last years of the Qing Dynasty, plague spread everywhere, and too many people died of the disease."

"An old Taoist wearing a Taoist robe came here and told everyone that the plague was caused by the wrath of the God of Plague. He needed a virgin born in the lunar year and the lunar month to marry the God of Plague in order to be saved."

"You are thinking of old man Yan. His eighteen-year-old daughter was born on the yin day of the yin year, yin month, yin day, and yin chen. She is still a virgin before she is married."

"Then you asked Old Man Yan to sacrifice his daughter, but Old Man Yan refused and was brutally killed by you. His daughter couldn't bear the blow and committed suicide by jumping into a well."

"You fished out the body and got married to the god of plague made of paper!"

"The plague is indeed gradually disappearing. You were afraid that things would be exposed and cover up the evil deeds of killing two people in a row, so you made up the identity of a doctor and made a clay statue of him!"

"Everyone has a tacit understanding. If they keep silent about this matter, no one will know about it."

Nie Gaoyang came to his senses. The densely packed dead souls in front of him were the citizens of this town during the late Qing Dynasty: "Aren't they dead long ago, why do they still exist?"

Feng Yue's scalp was also numb. He didn't expect that the soul-destroying sect was so serious and had started making plans since the end of the Qing Dynasty.

"Because from beginning to end... it's a game."

The coldness in Zhao Yi's eyes became even stronger: "The plague is fake. The purpose of the poison administered by the Soul-Deceiving Sect is to sacrifice Old Man Yan's daughter who was born in the yin year of the yin year and the yin day in the yin year to create a red-clothed fierce ghost!"

"The town has been set up with an Earth Binding Formation. The dead townspeople cannot be dissipated and will turn into ghosts. They will marry ghosts over and over again, making them more and more violent!"

There is no need to say anything else, everyone present understands.

If you sacrifice another five to six hundred people in the town and all their night watchmen, you can create a very powerful red ghost!

As for not noticing it before, it was because the hostility had not accumulated enough and no living people in the town were involved. Now the time is almost ripe, no one can leave, and they all become supplements for the ghost bride!

As Zhao Yi finished speaking, the coldness exuded by the bride who was forcibly worshiped was as if it were real, and it knocked away a dozen dead souls next to her.

It fluttered, and the resentment accumulated over the past hundred years was only one step away from the red dress. Only the embroidered shoes were still gray-white.

But it doesn't matter.

It is enough to devour all the living beings present...