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Hualian was the first to notice the abnormality of the corpse, pointing at Xuan Yun and screaming: "She...she..."

"What is she? I know you are reluctant." Heimian chuckled, "Does the two pieces of soft meat on the chest taste more tender?"

Hei Lian turned around and walked over, before finishing his sentence, his knees gave way.

With her head down, Xuan Yun threw herself on the tip of the knife to die, and she and Chen Shou bumped into each other after death, like a pair of mandarin ducks crossing their necks.

Her long hair grew crazily visible to the naked eye. It only reached her waist just now, but it had already grown to the floor in the blink of an eye.

The two hands were holding Chen Shou before death, the nails on the hands exploded, originally painted with Dan Kou, the fingers were sharp and long, like blood claws.

A few people felt that something was wrong, and slowly took a few steps back. Xuan Yun slowly raised her head, looked at them, her neck turned around, and a half-painted face evoked a smile.

Several people screamed and fled in all directions, turning into the alleys on both sides of the long street. Xuan Yun raised both hands, her arms stretched infinitely, and grabbed one left and one right at the same time.

There was a "Pu Chi", two muffled sounds in the alley, the two fleeing fell to the ground, their chests were bleeding profusely, their hands and feet were still twitching, their eyes widened to look at the empty chest first, and then at Xuan Yun.

Xuan Yun withdrew her hand, holding a heart in one hand, holding it in her hand like a freshly plucked fruit from a tree.

The bright red heart was beating in her snow-white palm.

She opened her mouth and took a bite, the juice of the soft and rotten "fruit" flowed down her palm to her wrist and arm, she licked the corner of her lips and took a bite, eating it clean.

Two of them died, and the rest were frightened and fled away.

Xuan Yun snorted and looked down at the knife piercing her and Chen Shou's bodies. As soon as her fingernails touched, the knife was turned into ashes by resentment. She wrapped her arms around Chen Shou's body and gently stroked his face. Two lines of blood and tears were shed.

The senior brother wanted to save her so that she would never think of these terrible things for the rest of her life. He wanted to protect her, and now it was her turn to avenge him.

The long street was still bustling with people. At this time, the lights were all dark, only a half-curved moon was hanging in the sky, and the dim moonlight shone on the stone long street. The blue face panicked and fled into a dead end.

While he was hesitating, he froze when he heard the "babbling" singing after the sound, and slowly turned his head away.

Xuan Yun was standing at the entrance of the alley, wearing a costume, her long hair covered half of her face, she raised her sleeves to reveal her orchid fingers, covered her mouth with a "hee hee", turned her body lightly, and hummed in a playful voice.

"Don't play tricks, I'm not afraid of you! I...I'll fight with you!" Seeing that there was no way behind him, Lan Lian ruthlessly rushed out with his sword in hand.

The smile on Xuan Yun's face faded away, and she stared coldly at Lan Lian, the wind of the knife couldn't hurt her at all, she flicked her sleeves, and the white sleeves wrapped around Lan Lian's neck.

It was him, he was the one who first suggested that if she didn't want to kill people and wanted to fill her stomach, she could exchange it with other things.

Xuan Yun's sleeves rolled tighter and tighter, Lan Lian swung the knife to cut her, but before the tip of the knife touched, he was turned into ashes by resentment, he clutched the sleeves tightly with both hands, his veins popped, and his eyes were about to burst.

With a chill in his chest, Xuan Yun chewed his heart in front of him, the blue-faced soul dissipated, and the corpse rolled aside.

Xuan Yun pulled back her sleeves and went to find the next one, this time with a red face.

There was no way for Honglian to escape, so he hid in the water tank, which was covered with a wooden lid. His nose was sticking out of the water, and when he heard the sound of humming opera tunes getting closer, he was too frightened to move.

The footsteps stopped in front of the water tank, the red face clenched his teeth, and he heard the sound of scratching the wooden boards above his head, and finally stopped right above his head.

The five fingers pierced through the thin wooden cover with a "poof", and landed directly on the red-faced head, and the long nails scraped his scalp.

The red face begged for mercy, and slowly raised his head: "Junior Sister, please forgive me, everyone, brothers and sisters."

She was terrified at just one glance, and Xuan Yun looked at him with a smile, touching his head with one hand, and holding a red thing in the other hand, and was eating, and the thing jumped a bit.

"Hahahahaha," Xuan Yun withdrew her hand, covered her face with her sleeve and laughed a few times, "Okay, if you kill a few other people, I'll spare you, how about it?"

The red face was overjoyed: "Really?"

"of course it's true."

Don't they like to kill each other?It's more fun that way.

Red face crawled out of the water tank, he ran all the way back to the theatrical troupe, Xuan Yun followed behind him, and quietly sat on the roof beam of the theater shed.

She counted the people hiding in the house, one in the box and one under the altar.

The red face lifted the curtain and ran in: "I'm back, she...she's gone." There was no answer, the red face said again, this time a blue face emerged from the suitcase.

Seeing that the red face was drenched all over, he breathed a sigh of relief when he did not chase after her, "What should we do? Is she going to kill us?"

The red face looked up and saw the portrait of the Patriarch. Before they started, they had to offer incense to the Patriarch. Ever since they ate the Junior Brother, there was no more incense in the incense burner.

"She, she is afraid of Grandfather and Master, she dare not come in."

While talking, Honglian pretended to put down the knife, taking advantage of Lanlian's unpreparedness, and stabbed him through with a knife.

He successfully killed one, sat down with his back to the god table, ran all night, tired and hungry, and wanted to find others, where were the others hiding?

Under the god table, a knife was stretched out, the red-faced carp straightened up, threw off the chair to catch the long knife, and stabbed the white face to death with a backhand knife.

Xuan Yun clapped her hands on the roof beam: "Good show, good show."

The red face gasped: "Junior Sister, can you let me go now?"

Xuan Yun floated down from above, still holding Chen Shou's body in her arms: "Hey, what is so unbelievable, you actually believe in nonsense?" At the last word, she turned around with a red face and was about to run. Heartbroken to death.

After killing five people in a row, Xuan Yun hugged Chen Shou, and the gongs and drums outside the stage didn't stop at all. This was Chen Shou's best singing.

"Brother, let's take a break and listen to a play." She hugged Chen Shou and floated to the first row of seats.

Those who were eaten by them will always follow them, as if they don't know that they are dead, and when their souls return, they unconsciously put on makeup and sing.

Xuan Yun didn't understand at first, she was afraid at first, then she became numb, and only now did she realize that they were also taking revenge.

As long as they sing continuously for seven days, monsters will come out and avenge them.

Bailian was among the crowd of ghosts. Everyone else was hiding in the dark, but he was the only one hiding in the light. The stage was bustling with excitement, and he would definitely not be discovered.

He sang a passage, and secretly glanced at the audience in front of the stage, not daring to look at their faces, but first looked up from the bottom.

There were only two people sitting in the first row, a man and a woman. The woman's skirt showed a pair of pointed shoes, and she turned around to sing with a white face. As soon as she turned around, she broke out in cold sweat.

Those shoes are the seesaw shoes worn by Huadans, opera singers don't bind their feet, but for the sake of looking good on stage, only three inches of golden lotus are exposed under the skirt, so they have to wear this kind of pointed shoes.

Bailian couldn't help but glanced back, Xuan Yun smiled, she flicked her sleeves, rolled Bailian off the stage, raised her foot, and pierced his throat with the tip of her shoe.

Blood gushed out and snaked down the seats to the feet of the audience.

The three of Bai Zhun came down from the mountain, and Huo Zhenye smelled a bloody smell before entering the town: "What's going on?"

They only went up the mountain once, and something happened in the town.

Ah Sheng couldn't smell the smell, so he saw Huo Zhenye frowning and asked, "What's wrong with Brother Huo? Did something happen?"

With a flick of Bai Zhun's fingertips, paper-cut figurines floated from all directions in the town. The white paper figurines all had a hole in their heart, and only Chen Shou's had a hole in his stomach.

The few people from the Jiqing class they met when they left the town were all dead.

"These people were all tortured to death." Before he died, he was full of resentment and became a ghost in the Yin-Yang world. Bai Zhun immediately turned around, "Go back to the Earth Temple."

Xuan Yun hugged Chen Shou, floating in mid-air, and saw the figures of the three from a distance. She tapped the stones on the road, and the stones followed A Sheng's feet, trying to trip A Sheng and hold him back.

Walking all the way and rolling all the way, Ah Sheng just happened to step on places where the stones did not roll with every step.

Xuan Yun exhaled lightly, the wind blew on Ah Sheng's eyes, sand and stones blew into them, he raised his hands and rubbed his eyes, but kept walking, following Huo Zhenye in front of him.

After walking for a while, he felt that his footsteps were getting heavier and he raised his head and wanted to call Huo Zhenye, but there was no one in front of him, obviously there were still two legs walking in front of him just now.

Ah Sheng lowered his head again, his feet were getting heavier and heavier, because his two hands were firmly holding his ankles, his fingertips were painted with red danko, profusely like blood.

Ah Sheng threw himself to the ground and cried twice: "Master Qi! Brother Huo!"

Xuan Yun let go of his ankles and stared at him condescendingly. A Sheng saw her hugging senior brother Chen, who had a hole in his stomach. He stared at Xuan Yun in a daze: "Senior brother, is senior brother dead?"

Xuan Yun's ghostly claws stretched out and reached in front of him.

Ah Sheng sat on the ground, retreated his hands quickly, and shouted loudly: "Senior Sister! I have never harmed you, Senior Sister!"

The nails scratched the skin of Ah Sheng's heart, and Xuan Yun stopped. Half of her hair covered her half-unpainted face, leaving only the half painted with oil paint.

Ding Ding looked at A Sheng, A Sheng was still choking up: "I didn't hurt you, Senior Sister!"

Xuan Yun stopped, she withdrew her hand, hugged Chen Shou's body and floated in a daze for a while, smelling that there was still a human scent in the earth temple, she turned around and floated down the mountain again.

Ah Sheng chased after a few steps, only to realize that he had climbed all the way to the middle of the mountain. The Earth Temple was at the foot of the mountain. He ran after him and shouted: "Qiye! Run!"

Huo Zhenye and Bai Zhun ran into the temple gate, and when they looked back, they realized that Ah Sheng had disappeared. The constant footsteps behind them were the sound of two rolling stones.

"I'll go find him." You can't all die here, and you can't take any of them out.

Bai Zhun stopped Huo Zhenye, he tapped his fingertips, but the paper figurine didn't come back, and Ah Sheng was still safe and sound.

In the world of Yin and Yang, ghosts can appear no matter day or night, there are monsters in front, and ghosts behind.

Before the paper tie was finished, the Earth Temple had blocked the monster once again, so we had to find a way to avoid it first.

Bai Zhun looked at the mahogany coffin in the temple. The mahogany wood can restrain ghosts, and the coffin is full of cinnabar charms. Although most of it has peeled off due to the age, it should still be able to ward off evil spirits.

Bai Zhun took out a stack of yellow paper, tore out a dozen or so paper figurines with a few rips, and threw these paper figurines, the paper would come alive when the wind caught the wind, and a dozen little paper figurines ran all over the ground with short legs. They hid themselves, some on the beams of the house, some behind the pillars, and two behind the curtains.

Half of the cinnabar in the bottle was poured out, and he casually sprinkled it on the edge of the coffin. Before he could draw a spell, he forced to create a flowing cinnabar array, first leading the female ghost to the peachwood coffin, and then trapped her in the flowing cinnabar array.

After doing this, Bai Zhun looked at the peach wood coffin again.

Huo Zhenye followed his gaze, and he paused for a while: "You don't mean to hide in a coffin, do you?"

"Push it away." As soon as the coffin lid was pushed open, the inside was scorched black, and there was a faint smell of anger, and it was impossible to find it without opening the coffin.

"This is a burnt coffin?" Didn't it mean that there was no corpse in it?

"It was the peach wood that was made of the coffin that was struck by lightning." The coffin made of peach wood that has been struck by lightning can calm down the most vicious spirits. Who was this coffin originally prepared for?

Bai Zhun looked up at the top of the mountain. That monster had four legs and four hands. Could it be that it was not a monster, but a human?

The wind blowing outside the temple made the tiles on the roof of the temple crack. Bai Zhun glanced at the coffin. The coffin was indeed deep enough for two people, but only wide enough for one person.

"I want to be up there."

Huo Zhenye's ears turned red when he heard this, he knew that Bai Zhun didn't mean that, but he still cleared his throat: "Okay, you are below, I'm afraid I'll crush you." With Bai Zhun's body, he couldn't stand him Press it.

Huo Zhenye stepped into the coffin, lay down on his back, and stretched out his hand to Bai Zhun: "Come."

Bai Zhun lay down inside, stretched his hands behind his back to lift the coffin lid, and the two lay on top of each other.

From the outside, it looks like the coffin can accommodate two people, but it is really stacked together, and it feels tight. The two are about the same height. Bai Zhun is lying on him, and his lips are on the bridge of Bai Zhun's nose.

Smelling the clean air on his body, Huo Zhenye inevitably reacted.

He took a deep breath and recited scriptures silently in his heart. Mrs. Huo and Mrs. Huo all recited scriptures, which he had heard a lot since he was a child, but now he couldn't remember a single sentence.

He took another breath, and said to Bai Zhun, "Can you, sleep over?"

"No." Bai Zhun was too lazy to move.

Huo Zhenye's warm breath sprayed on Huo Zhenye's Adam's apple. The strings in his brain were tense, but now he was still gritting his teeth and squeezed out words one by one from his throat. He said in a joking tone: "You want to If you don't go any further, I'll poke you."

Bai Zhun laughed lightly, before he swallowed the laughter.

Huo Zhenye gagged Bai Zhun's mouth like a leopard pouncing on its food, and stuck the tip of his tongue in.

The author has something to say: Huo Poked it. Seven: I am more courageous when I can’t see it

The female ghost knocked on the coffin: What are you kissing, come out and fight!