Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

She felt as if she had fallen into a nightmare that she couldn't wake up.

In a dream.

She saw people fighting each other like crazy, and saw monks tearing apart their disguise as monsters.

Seeing people fleeing in all directions, they died one after another. But soon, the blood mixed into the mud, and the dead rose from the mud and bit the living.

She just followed in her grandfather's footsteps stupidly, but gradually, there were fewer and fewer people with her, and more and more monsters.

Until they can't run anymore, until the whole team is only left with her and grandpa.

She watched the monsters gather around, watched grandpa crouched and waved a cane to block her, watched that cane smashed a monster, watched more monsters swarming up...

"囡囡......"

Grandpa called out, then was overwhelmed by the monsters.

then.

Amidst the sound of biting and swallowing, there was a burst of sound:

"run!"

This sound was not loud, it was not a faint whine before death, but it was like a needle, piercing the confusion and chaos in the heart, and the whole world was awakened.

Nun Nun felt it.

Rain is cold, blood is hot, tears are salty.

The muddy water is smelly, and the monster smells bad.

And the dream... is real!

run!

At this moment, all the grief and fear in her heart turned into a sound.

Run!

However, how far can an eight or nine-year-old baby girl run in this heavy rain in the mountains and forests? Not to mention she was exhausted. Of course, she tripped over a vine and plunged into the bush.

The thorns cut her cheeks, the rocks scratched her knees, and the mud stained her clothes.

But she could only watch the monsters gather up a little bit, watching the greedy, weird, and hideous faces. A few hours ago, they were still familiar neighbors, strange passers-by. But now he wants to devour her alive.

But again, she is just an eight or nine-year-old baby girl, what can she do?

But after opening his mouth, it took a long time to say hoarsely:

"save……"

At this time, the bodies of the living corpses in front trembled, opened their big mouths with broken clothing, and snapped them up.

"Chang."

It's a matter of moments.

A cold light pierced from behind her.

Subsequently.

Hook, stab, point, wipe, pick.

This clear and awe-inspiring sword light soared, firmly guarding the little girl in the center.

"……I."

Only then did she speak out when she called for help.

And a big warm and rough hand pulled her up from the mud.

Then, a torn robe stood in front of her.

………………………………

Li Changan gently hid her nunnery behind him, silently looking at the living corpse on the opposite side.

According to the speculation of Longtu and others, the reason why they were unable to mobilize their magic power to be slaughtered by others, and that they became monsters after death, were all due to the bowl of "Buddha porridge". Although the inexplicable bell awakened everyone from the illusion, the porridge still remained in the person's body, always preparing to drag people into the abyss of unfathomableness.

Although Li Changan didn't eat the porridge himself, the thousands of people on the mountain were a hit. According to the inference of Long Tu and others, most of these thousands of people are now turned into corpses.

Apart from other things, there are more than a hundred living corpses in front of them, of which no less than a dozen have changed.

No wonder they didn't have the guts to follow the Taoist priests back to the mountain, it was Li Changan himself, with exhausted mana, wounded all over, and protecting the little girl behind him.

Fortunately, although he is the only man, there are many ghosts.

Just as the Taoist priest protected the little girl, before the living corpses had time to surround them, they heard a roar like thunder.

An exceptionally majestic and familiar figure crossed Li Chang'an, like a bear shouting fiercely, and crashed into the pile of living corpses.

Immediately afterwards.

Countless ghost soldiers swarmed up.

It is Yan Xinglie and his followers!

………………………………

In the bamboo forest, although Yang Zhiji's remarks were shameless, they also reminded Li Changan.

There are many living corpses on the mountain, but how can Li Changan help him?

The fold that Yan Xinglie handed him was still in his arms.

The reason why he hadn't thought of this before was that the Taoist priest did not use grace to drive other people's thoughts. At most, he was so quiet and boring that he invited the bearded man to the world to be a drinking partner; secondly, he was also capable of...

To be honest, Li Chang'an was a savage Taoist who was halfway through his home, and even the Duobi and the Taoist name "Xuanxiao" on his body occupied the dead Master Uncle. The few magic spells learned from the cheap masters are not as good as the sword in hand. Holding the zipper, I asked a few Yin soldiers to come up by name and surname, barely make do. But if he wanted to recruit "a thousand troops and horses", he had to sit on the wax.

Fortunately, there are professional households in Longhushan, so he doesn't need to worry about it.

………………………………

As he watched, the beard rushed into the pile of living corpses, as if there was no one.

Taoist Li was naturally unwilling to be lonely, and he was about to go up to help with his sword.

But to take a step is to slap the forehead.

Oversight!

I almost forgot, there is a little girl beside me.

He looked back and looked at this little girl who had been in the village down the mountain. She was clutching his sleeves tightly, perhaps because she was afraid of life, she only pinched the big corner of her nails, but she used her fingers too hard. Blue and white.

She lowered her head and made no sound, only trembling slightly in the sparse cold rain. Two tears were silently dripping out of the muddy and blood-stained face.

Li Changan couldn't help being silent, and the little passion that had just risen to eliminate demons and save people suddenly turned into a short sigh.

But at this moment, where is there to be free to pity and pity?

The Taoist priest quickly settled his mind, thinking about asking one or two Yin soldiers to send her down the mountain, but after sniffing his nose, he grinned and raised his hand to blow a loud trumpet.

Immediately, not far from the side.

"Ang um."

Suddenly, he saw a big shiny donkey in the tree cage, and rushed to this end with four hoofs.

Happily, the hapless living corpse was blocked on the way. The big green donkey smashed its head and lifted it up into the air. Then a rabbit kicked the eagle and flew slowly to the tree branch below the slope, which was deep in the chest. Deeply sunken.

To say that this living corpse, although not exhausted, not afraid of pain, and much stronger than before, if there is variation, it will be even more difficult. But at any rate, it's just a body of flesh and blood. You can't take it if your hand is broken, you can't walk if your leg is broken, and it's even dead if your head is lost.

Just like this one in front of me, with his chest sunken, his ribs shattered, his five internal organs shifted, and he squeezed toothpaste. There was some thick plasma coming out of his mouth, and he was about to die clean.

………………

The donkey ran to the front, and the Taoist priest grabbed the top hair and rubbed it.

When going up the mountain, the Taoist priest planned to use his hairstyle to fish in troubled waters, so he let the donkey walk outside the temple first. Now that such a big change happened, he was worried that the big green donkey would not be swallowed by a living corpse, but he didn't think about it. Well……

The Taoist touched the bell of the donkey and pulled out the mud from the inside. He had known that the donkey had been sung by the moon wine, but he didn't expect it to be so smart.

"It seems that I can't call you a ‘stupid donkey’, you must be called a ‘smart donkey’."

After the joke was finished, Li Changan picked up the little girl and put it on the back of the donkey, tugging at the donkey's ears and instructing: Be sure to send people to the settlement point down the mountain to wait for him.

Then he said to the little girl: "Nanny, this mountain is dangerous, you should go down the mountain with this donkey'smart' first."

The little girl didn't say a word, only tightened the Taoist's sleeve a little bit, and looked at him with tears.

Li Changan felt soft, but still said softly:

"Nin and nun, uncle is going to save people, save more people..."

After all, she let go of her hand.

"Hold tight." The Taoist priest ordered.

The little girl hummed softly, wrapped her arms around the donkey's neck, and buried her face in her mane.

………………

Watching one person and one donkey go down the mountain, Li Changan retracted his gaze, turned and walked to Lao Jiazheng's corpse.

At this moment, the conscientious old man was lying on his back in the mud, his **** and incomplete body was twitching slightly, and his face was sprawling with red hair.

Li Changan raised the tip of the sword, pressed it against his throat, and then pressed it hard.

The sword cut off the neck bone, and the deceased was in peace.

The Taoist closed his eyes before raising his eyes to look at the faint night.

The sky is over and the rain rests early.

The cold moon casts dim light from the gap between the clouds, and the Thousand Buddha Temple is silent and silent in the shadows of the trees, and the magnificence of the day is full of ghosts on this night.

"Three Buddhas."

Li Changan knocked his sword to himself.