I can't be a demon

Shen Lian was immersed in the transformation of strength.

………

at the same time.

Inside the prison, each cell is tightly closed.

It can be seen from the dense traces of spells outside the cell that the Jinwu Guards are completely unable to fight against dozens of scapegoats who have been practicing for hundreds of years.

They chose to be temporarily confined in the cell. They only had to suppress it until the soul summoning case was over. Once the resentment dissipated, they would have enough time to deal with it.

Zhu Yihong looked tired, and his withered right arm couldn't lift any strength.

"Li Shun, there should be only one letter on the ninth day of the Lunar New Year, right?"

The middle-aged man had pupils in his palms. He took out the letter and explained: "Yes, if nothing else happens, the scapegoat on the ninth day of the Lunar New Year will most likely have a Taoist tradition that exceeds 500 years."

"Listen to fate and do your best."

Painted Skin Ghost's Taoism was only four to five hundred years old. I don't know how many resources were used at that time. Now three people have been seriously injured, and the outcome is really unpredictable.

The other woman kept complaining, obviously aware that something was wrong.

Little do they know.

A starling stopped on the beam, looking at the ghosts one after another with interest.

Chapter 41 Gao Laozhuang? My bug noticed you

The ninth day of the Lunar New Year.

The soul summoning case was about to get out of control, but because of Shen Lianqing's suppression of ghosts, the resentment began to shrink.

The situation seemed to be controllable, which made the officials heave a sigh of relief.

However, the rumors of the [Black Coffin Demon] are getting more and more evil.

Of course, not everyone thinks it is a demon that is responsible. Some people think it is a sorcerer who lives in seclusion in Yanliang Town.

After all, the black coffin demon never affected them from beginning to end, and only dealt with the raging demon.

After successfully arriving on the ninth day of the Lunar New Year, the Yamen repaired some courtyard walls during the day and replenished the damaged talismans everywhere.

Everything seems to be back on track.

Even the county magistrate, who had been avoiding trouble for a long time, took the opportunity to return to the Yamen to express his condolences.

Unknowingly, the night of the ninth day of the Lunar New Year has arrived.

In the past, there were strange noises coming from the prison, but now it was completely silent.

Chief Hong couldn't help but feel uneasy when he saw that the rest of the yamen area was relatively stable and a large number of yamen officers were dispatched to guard the entrances and exits of the prison.

Haishi arrived quietly, and the prison remained as calm as water.

There were no riots due to resentment.

Just when all the officials thought that the soul summoning case was over, suddenly, a warm and jade-like singing voice came from deep in the prison.

"Miss Gao..."

"Ms. Gao, I'm sorry to say goodbye, but my thoughts are with you..."

A chill ran down the Yamen servant's spine, and his voice was full of resentment that he couldn't get what he wanted, which caused their blood to surge up and black blood to flow from their mouths and noses.

Hong Baotou gritted his teeth, clutched the magic talisman and said: "You retreat a hundred meters away, and I will go to see the situation of Master Jin Wuwei alone. If something goes wrong, I will organize the people to evacuate immediately!"

He wiped off the black blood from his mouth and nose and forced his way into the prison.

Passing through the cell corridor where dozens of ghosts were imprisoned, there was no reaction from the ghosts, as if they were also afraid.

When Mr. Hong reached the end of the aisle, his scalp suddenly became numb.

The expressions of the three Jinwu guards were solemn. In front of them was an empty cell, where a massive amount of resentment was pouring in. The strange singing came from the ordinary letter on the wooden shelf.

"Miss Gao..."

A ghost slowly crawled out of the paper, its face extremely ferocious.

She looks like a graceful woman, but all her body parts are patchworked together, with pungent pus oozing out from the gaps.

"Miss Gao, why...wait for me!"

The scapegoat knelt down and wailed, and a terrifying aura spread out.

Zhu Yihong reminded: "Hong An, get out, ghosts with five hundred years of Taoism can recover their injuries by devouring blood."

Mr. Hong quickly left the prison, feeling sad at the same time.

Warriors...after all, they just eat blood.

Zhu Yihong focused all his attention on the scapegoat, and at the same time reached out and pulled out a handful of hair. With the stimulation of his internal force, the hair weaved together and turned into a doll with the same aura as the scapegoat.

"Li Shun, the ghost did escape from the Gaojia Town ruins."

"Well, Gao Laozhuang."

The pupils of Li Shun's palm popped out, and under the influence of internal force, there was a faint golden light.

After the fierce battles over the past few days and nights, the three of them had a tacit understanding. Needless to say, after looking at each other, the golden light directly enveloped the scapegoat.

"Certainly!"

Zhu Yihong pierced the doll with his saber, and the dead ghost suddenly suffered the same injuries, but for some reason, his aura did not weaken.

The scapegoat kept talking about Miss Gao.

The voice became increasingly rough.

Zhu Yihong was stunned for a few seconds, then noticed his companion rushing towards the scapegoat with a knife, "Zhou Ling, something is wrong, over there..."

Before he finished speaking, the scapegoat's wound had squirming granules, and then the bloated flesh squeezed out, and the golden light had no effect at all.

"Seven hundred years of Taoism, no no no, probably close to a thousand years of Taoism."

Zhou Ling paused.

The woman's skin was just a cover, and the true form of the half-human, half-pig scapegoat was revealed, with his plump flesh filling almost every inch of the cell.

And after the scapegoat's true form appeared, chaos seemed to fall outside the cell.

roar! ! !

The scapegoat flicked his arm, and Zhou Ling vomited blood and flew out.

The other two people hurriedly took action, but their internal strength was difficult to withstand, and the previously arranged methods were unable to harm the scapegoat at all.

What makes them even more desperate is that the banned ghosts are rioting.

"Miss Gao!!!"

The scapegoat directly smashed the seriously injured Zhou Ling into a pulp, and then crawled towards Zhu Yihong, his flesh and skin rolling in the narrow space.

The two tried to use the terrain to maneuver until dawn, but Li Shun's pupils exploded.

"I'm afraid I'll end up with a torn body."

Zhu Yihong was also filled with resentment, and his vision was blurred. He groped and fled to the corner of the prison, feeling desperate.

"Zhu Yihong, why didn't the scapegoat chase him? Is there a chance?"

They subconsciously looked at the entrance and exit, but a shadow appeared in front of the prison door, a distorted shadow under the moonlight.

"Gao Xiao..."

"Calling your mother?"

The starling tilted his head, and endless black air was like mercury pouring down the ground. The whole prison was dark, and a hissing sounded.

The nine-eared demon came.

Dozens of scapegoats who had just broken through the cell retreated one after another.

Whoosh.

Dozens of ghosts were directly pierced by the long tail, and then there was a sound of hot knives and butter, and the ghosts were turning into resentment and scattering.

The nine-eared demon greedily absorbed the resentment, and its size continued to surge.

The scapegoat was facing a formidable enemy, but unfortunately the nine-eared demon had been practicing for nearly two thousand years, and the actual oppression made him dare not move.

Zhu Yihong was so frightened that her face turned pale.

She realized that it must be the thousand-year-old demon lurking in Yanliang Town.

Li Shun murmured: "He... He, his practice is still increasing. It's impossible. How can there be such a big demon in the world?!!"

"What is his purpose?!"

Li Shun collapsed, covered his head and banged against the wall until he was knocked unconscious by Zhu Yihong.

Zhu Yihong was incredibly aware that the resentment in the prison was swept away, followed by the scapegoat's unwilling wails.

The nine-eared demon moved around, as if playing with the prey in his hand.

The claws cut the scapegoat's flesh, deprived it of the resentment in its body through the eyes of wisdom, waited for the scapegoat to heal, and then repeated.