Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

Hundred Fantasy Butterfly is a very peculiar monster.

It grows mostly in mirages, grows longer than illusions, and changes a lot, but it itself is like a fish in the water and cannot exist outside the illusion.

So the number is scarce and the records are sporadic.

Occasionally, there is a word saying that it came out of the sea, transformed into islands, fairy mountains, pavilions, and tempted passing ships to stop. It lied that the fairyland made people stay, but in the dark it used insect eggs to parasitize people’s intestines and initially assimilated people. The viscera, then gradually occupy the nest, take its place, and finally pupa into a butterfly.

It is said that the way in which the phantom butterfly spreads to the ethnic group is also very special.

They will select one or two "lucky ones" from a batch of prey, and send them the same eggs, but they will not hatch. Instead, they will return the "lucky ones" to the world so that their eggs can be in the illusion. Survive outside.

And those who were released, although they were able to escape for a while, but did not know the truth, they only thought that they had really encountered a fairyland, and coupled with the secret influence of the worm eggs, they would never forget the "Wonderland", and sooner or later they would sail overseas again. Explore the wonderland.

But the fairyland is very small and difficult to find. If you are lucky, you will encounter a mirage. If it is suitable for the inhabitation of the phantom butterfly, the monster in the belly will take the opportunity to hatch: if the luck is not good, if you do not find it for a long time, the monster will be haunted, making the "lucky guy" think that he is dead. Mingzhong was inspired by immortals, and then called friends to lead a boat of people into the "Wonderland."

There are many rumors of immortals on the sea, and there are many immortal seekers and Taoist seekers, but I don’t know how many immortal seekers who are enthusiastic and invite others to walk with them are sent by monsters to lead people to death?

Stop the gossip.

all in all.

For Hundred Fantasy Butterfly, what is a more suitable habitat than Xiaoshui? How can there be better hatching hotbeds and food reserves than these tens of thousands of muddle-headed monsters?

And the most valuable of these tens of thousands of monsters are undoubtedly those big monsters.

In the battle between Huadie and Yu Mei, the two sides did everything they could, but they both avoided the big demon tacitly.

There is no other reason.

Yu Mei was afraid that the big demon would wake up, making the already fragile illusion even worse.

The phantom butterfly is purely greedy, and can't control it with monsters alone.

Even now, they are just taking care of those great monsters, waiting for them to completely control the illusion before dealing with them.

This is what Li Changan's plan is aimed at.

He cooperated with Yumei, one lurking near Shuiyueguan waiting for an opportunity, and the other assassinating the big monster in Xiaoshui City to force the fantasy butterfly to appear. It was not easy to be seen by the fantasy butterfly, and by the way, the miscellaneous monsters were confused.

But.

The plan did not go well.

...

Tomorrow should be the Dionysus.

The two nights of celebration are coming soon, and the excitement seems to be beginning early this morning.

On the street, people buying, shouting, wandering, men and women of all ages, rub their shoulders. Everywhere is filled with an atmosphere of celebration, as if the haze of the day is just a dream of last night.

However, a team of people came at the end of the street, but they were out of tune with the surrounding joy.

That was a team of escorts.

Carrying knives and guns, most of them were expressionless and staring straight ahead. Their faces looked like cast iron, and there was no noise. They walked neatly through the crowd in silence.

Only the two leaders are fresher and have a bit of "human" taste, but they are fierce and vicious.

The joy of the surroundings did not affect them at all, and their killings also failed to affect the surroundings.

The crowd on the street separates only when they arrive, and closes when they leave, as if a bucket of oil paint poured into a canal, clearly distinguished.

"three."

On a noodle stall not far away, Li Chang'an, dressed as a boatman in coarse cloth, silently remembered a number.

This is his third patrol team in the past when he meditated into this stall.

Although the Taoist priest's plan did not go well, it still had some effects.

The repeated killings made it impossible for the magic butterfly to sit on the water and watch the moon. It sent a large number of controlled soldiers and insect cubs to leave the nest and patrol Xiaoshui day and night.

It is a pity that the phantom butterfly itself has always been shrinking in Shuiyueguan, still eating away at the illusion a little bit.

Today, the area controlled by the phantom butterfly has spread from Shuiyueguan to under the Xiaoshui city wall.

This situation really makes people scratch their heads.

Is it possible to catch the big fish, the phantom butterfly, just use the big monster as bait, or is it too light?

Tiger, ox, bird.

Li Changan wrote these three words on the table with tea.

They represent the only three great monsters in the illusion today.

The tiger is the Chihu, and the magistrate of Xiaoshui.

Niu, is a bit of iron, is the inspection of the local inspection department.

Birds are ghost cars and the beginning of the wine shop.

The roles of these three are high-ranking, they are simple and simple, and they are usually guarded tightly. Coupled with the protection of the magic butterfly, it can be said that it is difficult to find an assassination opportunity.

Of course, it's hard to get rid of, take some risks and take some effort, it may not be impossible.

However, the reason why the assassination of the big demon was originally meant to attract the phantom butterfly, if the phantom butterfly continued to remain determined, what is the point of assassination?

not to mention…

"Guest, your face is ready."

Li Changan calmly brushed away the handwriting, raised his eyes, and it was the lady boss who came with the money.

She is in her early thirties. She is a **** and has a special charm. Although it is a Jingchai skirt, her waist is very thin with a belt, and it is more and more rounded and rich underneath. She walks and sways her posture, attracting It attracted a lot of attention and attracted a lot of business.

The Taoist's gaze was inevitably stuck, but it was not because of her "carefulness", but because of her walking around, something seemed to be dangling under the skirt.

When she got to the table, put down the bowl, and bent down, the Taoist priest even saw that there were protrusions sliding back and forth under the skirt.

It seemed to hide a tail.

What's even stranger is that the blatant or sneaky gazes cast around are not surprising and turn a blind eye to this.

Perhaps Li Changan's eyes were too straightforward.

"Guest, where are you staring at?!"

The boss lady's voice is full of sorrowfulness, not so much scolding, but more teasing.

But when the Taoist priest met her eyes, she saw her eyes suddenly turned into amber vertical pupils, and thin scales on her eyelids were spreading towards the surroundings.

There are signs of demonization!

Li Changan silently said "unlucky" in his heart.

This is the "not to mention".

…

The condition of the illusion is getting worse and worse, and a strange phenomenon has gradually appeared, and some monsters have fallen into a state of "waking up". Some parts of the body are exposed, such as tails, scales, etc., but affected by the illusion, people around them and themselves will be blind to it, but once they are exposed to external stimuli, such as gazes that should not be seen, they will quickly break free in a short period of time Enchanted, turned back into a demon.

This means that the actions of Taoist priests and Yumei must be cautious, otherwise, it is inevitable that there will be complications. This is also the reason why they choose to act at night and trim during the day.

…

"Hey, what are you talking about?"

Li Changan was not in a hurry, with the Malaysian Golden Knife crossed his legs, and the probing hand scratched his chest, as if he was not stingy.

"Can you still have a long tail? Of course, it's to see if the lady is good or not!"

After speaking, he suddenly slapped the past.

The boss lady couldn't dodge and was hit by the bullseye.

With a sound of "Yeah", he jumped away.

Looking back.

The red face and watery eyes had no vertical pupils and fine scales.

She took a sip.

"Death!"

The men present suddenly cheered, and Li Changan stood up, arched his hands to the surroundings, and made a triumphant look.

The head is making a fuss.

"Kill!"

Suddenly there was a miserable howl on the street.

He saw a man with bloodstained hands stumbled out.

He was in a terrible state, his body was shaking, his mouth and eyes were pulling his cheeks, and he couldn't tell whether he was afraid or happy with a face.

The surrounding people surrounded him, either asking or comforting, but he ignored them all, just yelling and calling repeatedly:

"Dead! Dead! All dead!"

It attracted the attention of the street, even the customers in the noodle stall looked around, and even someone threw down the half-eaten noodle bowl and hurried to join in the fun.

Li Changan didn't take a look, he silently took a seat and pulled the bowl of noodles in front of him.

In the milky white soup made from lamb bones, there are finely chopped white onions and fresh green cabbage leaves. The noodles underneath are strong and distinct. Seeing that Lai Ba Shi is hungry and hungry, the only pity is that There are many black spots on the noodles and vegetable leaves, like dense insect eyes.

Li Changan took out the gourd he was carrying and poured some clear water into it. The black spots that had been turned into grievances turned into strands of black qi in the bowl and slowly evaporated.

When it dissipated, the Taoist priest dropped his chopsticks.

Another group of patrol officers finally arrived late.

They are obviously familiar with the work of "washing the floor".

While pulling the man to the scene of the murder, he dispersed the gathering crowd.

People are also really obedient, go away obediently, don't miss a little bit, people return to joy, the hawkers still go hawking, and the wanderers are still wandering.

The short scene just now seemed like a breeze blowing through the stagnant water, and the ripples died down in the blink of an eye.

Even the diners who returned from watching the excitement just returned the bowl and continued to eat the noodles, not mentioning everything just now, as if it had never happened.

It was really peaceful and peaceful.

Li Changan also finished his last mouthful of noodle soup, leaving a few coppers behind.

Get up and join the jubilant crowd.

...

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

In the south corner of the city, there is a shabby courtyard.

Qiu Er groped for the night before pushing the door in a daze. He was thrown into a shock by the oncoming cold wind, his sleepy eyes opened, and the foot he stepped out suddenly stopped on the threshold.

The door was dark.

All things are left with only a vague outline, they are superimposed on each other, forming a variety of weird shapes, which looks very strange.

Especially those wisteria, the branches and leaves have been lost in the past few days, leaving the knotted vine, thick as a snake, and thin as an earthworm, hanging down from the wall and eaves, swaying slightly in the wind like a hissing sound.

The courtyard that I used to be so familiar with, tonight actually taught people to feel cold.

There is a reason for this fear.

"Xiaoshui's night is uneasy" This is an outdated old saying, in fact, Xiaoshui's night is terrible.

News comes out every day, or someone dies silently on the bed, or a house is completely wiped out overnight.

Regardless of men and women, no matter how high or low, it seems that death is staring at everyone in Xiaoshui all the time.

The government has been trying to lock up the news, but where can it be concealed? On the contrary, some savvy people discovered that the nobles in the city have recently disappeared, the houses have become tightly guarded, and the number of people patrolling at night has increased several times.

Even if the big people are like this, how can they teach the people not to panic and fear it?

Qiu Er swallowed and drew back into the room intentionally, but the turbulent desire to pee urged him.

As a last resort.

He stepped out of the door.

He didn't dare to look at the dark yard more, he just buried his eyes and paddled his toes and rushed to his latrine.

Passing by the wing next door.

Seeing the dim light through the window paper, it was obvious that the lamp was lit.

This is the bedroom belonging to his brother and sister-in-law.

"It's in the middle of the night!"

He murmured in his heart dissatisfiedly, as he was about to leave, abruptly, a very thin woman sobbed into his ears.

He was puzzled, then blushed.

"Bah! It's in the middle of the night!"

Then he sneaked a hole in the window paper, poked his face and looked at it.

Just a glance.

The blood is cold.

...

The elder brother was lying on the bed, his eyes closed as if he was asleep, but the bright red on the bedding was silently telling the truth-he was dead.

The sister-in-law was dressed in an obscene dress and sat at the table with a woman.

The woman turned her back to him and couldn't see her face clearly. She saw the bright red dress and plain white short clothes. She was holding her sister-in-law in one hand and a knife in the other. By candlelight, she was carefully peeling her face. .

My sister-in-law is probably still alive, and every inch of the tip of the knife, a hum as thin as a gossamer drilled in her nose, and Qiu Er's urination was also a bit turbulent.

To make matters worse, perhaps his breathing was heavy for a moment.

The woman turned her face abruptly.

The hideous grimace glowed coldly in the darkness.

Suddenly.

Qiu Er's bladder and throat fell at the same time.

The warm urine soared into the trouser tube, and screamed into the night sky with sharp shock.

…

Urine soaked into the trouser legs.

Bringing a shameful warmth in this cold night.

Qiu Er didn't care about these.

He regretted at the moment, regretted why he stopped holding back for a while, regretted why he had to look at that one more time.

So, maybe only the elder brother and sister-in-law are dead?

Unfortunately, all regrets are no longer helpful.

The ghost face is approaching step by step.

He could see the hem of the other party's bright red skirt, see the cold reflection of the blade in her hand, and he could hear the sound of blood dripping.

Subsequently.

He saw the ghost face waving his hand.

Immediately.

There was a scream in the dark night.

"Are you going to die?"

He thought so.

However.

"Ding."

Under the light of the fire, the thing hit a long knife and flew to the ground. It turned out to be half a pair of scissors.

Huh?

Where does the fire come from? Where did the long knife come from?

He looked back blankly.

Without knowing when, a team of government officials appeared behind him.

Just now, it was the head of the team that saved his life.

Jedi can't help but rejoice.

He turned his head and grabbed the trousers of the team leader, crying:

"My lord, save..."

The speech lags for a moment.

The look in his eyes also changed from joy to consternation, and then to fear.

Just because Qiu Er saw that the team leader who had rescued him suddenly began to swell, arms grew out of his armpits, and fangs grew from the corners of his mouth. After a while, he turned into a hideous monster.

The four-armed demon waved his hand, and the monsters that had also transformed into its original form scattered by themselves, faintly enclosing the ghost-faced man in the middle.

But it was not in a hurry to fight, but it took out a horn

The sharp and piercing horn sounded, like the howling of wolves when hunting, one after another weird monsters followed the call, jumped into the courtyard one after another, and surrounded the ghosts.

To this.

The ghost face man just erected his sword tactics.

Soon.

Qiu Er only felt a chill on his waist, and then saw the red light that was rolling.

...

When Qiu Er woke up again.

The ghost face man is no longer visible, only the house is burning in the fire, and the small courtyard has become a pool of blood.

As for the servants... well, it's probably the piles of fragmented corpses on the ground!

He was at a loss, staring at all this blankly, and muttered:

"monster!

All monsters!

The ghost face man is a monster!

The catch is a monster! "

He looked down at himself, his upper body was at the root of the wall here, and the lower part was in the corner of the wall over there, intertwined with a thick, brown, swollen, faintly chained meat strip in the middle.

It seems that after a person was cut in the middle, a big earthworm was caught in the middle.

"Hahaha."

He grinned, smiled so sincerely, so from the heart that he wept with joy.

"It turns out that I am also a monster!"

But soon.

That little joy was swallowed by the turbulent hunger.

Hungry red eyes patrolled around, and finally landed on the corpse on the ground, and then rushed on without hesitation.

He was like a wild dog that was madly hungry, crawling among the flesh, biting and chewing.

A team of "catching fast" approached quietly.

Until he was surrounded, he was shocked and suddenly raised his head.

In a short period of time.

The facial features on his face were all degraded, only a huge mouth full of sharp teeth uttered a chaotic roar at the servants.

Subsequently.

He was sprinkled with dust on his face.

Strange to say, he actually returned to peace under the dust in this area.

A hoarse voice faintly sounded.

"What happened here?"

"The witch! It's the witch!"

He opened his mouth, his voice filled with horror, as if he had changed back to that timid young man, telling the most profound and frightening scene in his memory.

"The demon girl stripped her sister-in-law."

The voice asked, "Why does she want to peel your sister-in-law."

He just repeats in a panic: "The demon girl stripped her sister-in-law's face, the demon girl stripped her sister-in-law's face..."

The voice had to change a question:

"Who is your sister-in-law?"

Qiu Er's words paused abruptly, and then he spoke almost dreamily.

He said:

"My sister-in-law is a female worker in Lierlou."

...

Everything is calm.

The next day.

The moon rises at sunset.

The Bacchus Festival is coming as scheduled.

Regardless of men, women, young or old, poor, low and rich, people have put aside all the fears and worries of the past, and participate in this grand and destined celebration in this moonlight night.

It is those powerful and powerful, such as county magistrates, inspections, heads of the line... also left their heavily guarded mansion, and, like countless reincarnations in the past, rushed to the largest and most gorgeous painting boat on the Bacchus Festival, and rushed to the third of the Lier Building. A feast hosted by the lady.