Quick Wear: The Demon Lord blew up the tomb at the beginning

After Xie Lang left.

The dazzling red oil lamp returned to normal, and the bailiffs and other prisoners slowly woke up.

The first bailiff to wake up saw that the cell where Zhao Dagang was imprisoned was filled with only a pool of meat paste.

There was a piece of human skin covering the meat paste.

He froze in place, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

"Damn..."

A terrified scream broke the original silence, and at this time the others also woke up.

They were all frightened, and some screamed, some trembled, some fainted, and some huddled up tightly with the people around them.

The worst-off was the prisoner who shared the same cell with Zhao Dagang. He was closest to the meat paste, and Zhao Dagang's flesh and bones were splattered on his body. He quickly rushed to the cell door, pulled hard on the door, and begged the guards:

"Brother Yamen Runner, please be kind and let me move to another cell..."

The entire county jail was in chaos, with screams coming one after another. Tonight was a sleepless night.

…………

Midnight, Zhangjia Village.

The night was unusually quiet tonight. The blood-red moonlight enveloped every corner of Zhangjia Village, and even the Yong'an River was tinged with a light red hue.

Xie Lang floated in the air, taking in the entire Zhangjiazhuang.

There was still that extremely strange smile on her face. Under her influence, the blood moon in the sky became even brighter, as if blood had spilled all over the earth.

Gradually, the atmosphere in Zhangjiazhuang became weird. Anxiety, fear, and depression became the themes here, like a prelude to the end of the world.

One or two villagers who did not enter the house were trembling with fear, and even the villagers inside the house felt inexplicably panicked.

The blood-red moonlight shone into the house through the cracks in the door and windows, dyeing everything in the house red.

At this time, Zhangjia Village was no longer quiet, and panicked voices came from every room.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

The woman suddenly woke up from her bed, her expression still in panic. The bloody moonlight shone through the window and onto the bed.

This made the woman, who was already awakened by a nightmare, even more terrified.

She shook her husband hard to wake him up, and said in a panic, "Boss, I dreamed of my daughter. Our drowned daughter came to me to claim her life..."

The man also woke up at this time. His facial expression was struggling and distorted in his sleep. After being woken up by his wife, he was stunned for a moment and broke out in a cold sweat.

"I dreamed about it too."

After saying this, the two men fell silent, their faces filled with fear.

The blood-red moonlight shining on them made the atmosphere even more terrifying.

The couple gave birth to a baby girl three years ago, who was drowned by the couple shortly after birth.

The nightmare they had today was that the baby girl came to claim their lives.

Such scenes can be seen in every household. Some are baby girls who were brutally murdered at birth, some are women who were beaten to death by their husbands, and some are women who were trafficked and humiliated to death.

In short, all the sleeping villagers were awakened by nightmares.

The villagers who were not asleep were not having an easy time either. After the blood-red moon in the sky turned bright red, everyone began to feel uneasy and fearful.

Xie Lang looked at the lights of each house lighting up in the sky, his red eyes filled with mockery and contempt.

This is just the beginning.

It's a sleepless night tonight and none of you will be able to sleep.

Then a cold wind blew, and Xie Lang's blood-red robe swayed slightly. He stood facing the wind, with a strange smile on his face.

The blood-red moonlight shining on her pale face made her look particularly terrifying, but if you looked closely, you could still see a hint of holiness.

The sacredness and the terror, two such incompatible auras, blended together so thoroughly in Xie Lang that it did not feel abrupt at all.

The cold wind blew throughout the entire village, carrying the wails of endless evil spirits and the cries of murdered women whistling in the ears of the villagers.

The pressure on their nerves was so severe that they were tense and close to the brink of collapse. Feelings of terror and uneasiness surged into their hearts.

"Ah ah ah..."

"Don't kill me, I was wrong..."

"Juan'er, please don't look for me anymore. I will burn incense for you tomorrow. Please leave, okay?"

"No, no, no, I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen, it's all fake..."

"..."

Various wails, screams, pleas, and cries kept echoing.

Some covered their ears with quilts, some huddled in the corner, and some huddled together with their neighbors for warmth, but nothing worked.

"There really is a ghost!!! What should I do!!!"

Finally they came to the conclusion that there really was a ghost.

Zhang Fubao's home.

Zhang Fubao was lying on the bed with cold sweat on her forehead. She was having a nightmare. In the dream, Zhang Qiuniang turned into a ghost and came with a bloody mouth to claim her life.

"It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have died. Why did you want to hurt me... Give me back my life..."

"It's all fake, it's all fake. There are no ghosts in the world, absolutely no ghosts..."

Zhang Fubao was frightened awake from her dream, but Zhang Qiuniang's voice demanding her life did not disappear, but echoed in her ears along with the wind blowing from the window.

Zhang Fubao suppressed his fear and immediately closed the window, but the sound did not disappear. The wailing outside the window became even louder, causing Zhang Fubao to tremble all over.

"It's not me who harmed you, it's not me who harmed you. If you want to blame someone, blame Xiao Yunjing. It was Xiao Yunjing who harmed you..." Zhang Fubao covered his ears and squatted on the ground, trying hard to drive away the voice, but it was useless.

'boom……'

The cold wind blew even harder, the window opened with a bang, and the bloody moonlight shone in again.

"Brother Xiao, help me! Zhang Qiuniang is here to see me!!!" With shouts mixed with sobs, Zhang Fubao rushed out of the bedroom.

At this time, other members of the Zhang family also hurried out of the bedroom.

"I dreamed about the little bitch. The little bitch turned into a ghost and came to take our lives."

Aunt Zhang walked out in fear and panic.

Zhang Erde also came out, his face full of panic, and it was obvious that he was not having a good time either.

"Waaaaaaa, you little whore, get out of here, get out of here, or I'll let my mother beat you to death..." Zhang Ergui's crying also sounded.

Then, when she saw Aunt Zhang and Zhang Erde, she ran over crying, "Dad, Mom, please beat that little whore to death. She keeps pestering me..."

"My poor Ergui, that little bitch is your biological brother, he is only nine years old. Has your conscience been eaten by a dog?" Aunt Zhang held Zhang Ergui in her arms. In her heart, Zhang Ergui was more important than her life.

This is the bloodline of the Zhang family, it cannot be cut off like this, otherwise she would be sorry to all the ancestors of the Zhang family!

At this time, the other members of the Zhang family also walked out of the bedroom and gathered in the main dining hall. There was only fear on their faces, their clothes were not properly put on, and their hair was very messy.

They gathered together and closed the doors and windows.

But Zhang Qiuniang's voice demanding her life did not stop. The cold wind outside was still howling like a wolf, and the bloody moonlight shone in through the crack in the door.

"Is it really Zhang Qiuniang who came to take my life?" Zhang Fubao's mother looked timidly at the windows and doors that were whistling continuously, and her voice was trembling as she spoke: "She is dead, so why is her ghost still lingering around? She stole a man and was thrown into the pig cage, and she can blame us for it."

"We didn't kill her, so if she wants revenge, she should look for Zhao Dagang!"

Zhang Fubao was so scared that she was trembling in her seat. She originally wanted to look for Xiao Yunjing, but the scene outside was even more terrifying.

In her heart, she only hoped that Xiao Yunjing could come and save her.

Under the bloody moonlight, she heard Zhang Qiuniang's cry for her life which could no longer be explained by science.

It has already entered the realm of metaphysics.

I kept shouting in my heart, this is clearly a normal ancient world, why are there things like ghosts?