The sky was completely dark, and they took out the green fluorescent stones, illuminating everything around them. Li Huowang didn't shout to stop, and everyone's expressions were tense and they kept going.
Gradually, the crescent moon with only a thin edge began to rise and hang in the sky, and the silver light spread to the earth.
Li Huowang, who was standing on the roof of the car, looked behind him from time to time. He found that the black mass before had disappeared without knowing when.
"Gone? What on earth was that? What attracted that thing? Is it me? Or... is it the newborn child?"
With an uncertain expression, he made random guesses.
At this moment, Li Huowang suddenly felt the bullock cart under him stop, "Don't stop! Keep walking!"
But his rare order did not make the bullock cart move again.
When Li Huowang turned back and looked forward, he finally understood why they stopped, because the black mass just now was blocking them!
At this moment, Li Huowang finally saw clearly what the black circle just now was.
The black color is actually a large group of black sheep. This group of black sheep with black fur stood silently, motionless like puppets.
And an old lama wearing black leather stood silently in the center of the group of black sheep.
A small wax drum hangs from the trumpet's waist, and necklaces made of small bone cakes are worn around his neck and both wrists.
Under the cock-combed lama hat is a pair of completely black pupils without any impurities. He is staring at Li Huowang with his eyes with a gloomy expression.
The lama's face looked strange, with yellow spots and black spots. When Li Huowang examined it carefully, he discovered that they were actually age spots.
Just by looking at this look, Li Huowang knew that the other party was evil.
Suddenly, the lama gently raised his bony right hand, and an old vulture with few hairs left on its body and droopy skin fell from the sky and landed on his arm.
I don’t know why, but when Li Huowang saw this vulture, he recalled the group of man-eating vultures that day when Nunshan and Bai Lingmiao were watching the sky burial.
"Senior Brother Li, this lama..." The uncertain Chun Xiaoman took out the bell, his expression hesitant to speak.
"Don't panic, you go first and just pretend that he is no longer there."
Under Li Huowang's order, everyone lowered their heads and followed the carriage slowly past the black sheep.
Li Huowang stood on the roof of the car, staring intently at the enemy in front of him.
As he walked closer, Li Huowang could see more clearly that these black sheep were all old sheep with all their teeth lost.
Li Huowang felt an indescribable and unusually awkward feeling on both the lama and the sheep.
In a daze, Li Huowang's eyes suddenly changed. In front of him were not black sheep at all, but a group of gray-haired and demented old people with black sheepskins on their backs!
This feeling is fleeting and disappears quickly. A black sheep is still a black sheep, nothing has changed.
It was difficult for Li Huowang to determine whether the feeling just now was real or his own hallucination.
"Hey~" The black sheep beside the lama shouted in unison, and then correspondingly, the white sheep on Li Huowang's side also shouted at the same time.
Then the sheep on both sides kept shouting, their voices rising and falling, and people were upset when they heard it.
"That's enough!" As Li Huowang roared with the tip of his tongue touching his jaw, the sheep's cry stopped.
Wealth is not a curse, it is a curse that cannot be avoided. Li Huowang looked at the old lama among the black sheep and simply spoke first.
"Senior, I'm a Nestorian monk, Erjiu. I happen to be passing by Guibao. If there is any offense, please forgive me!"
Regardless of whether it worked or not, Li Huowang decided to try using a fake identity first, betting that the other party would not discover his Xinsu identity.
And this is also a threat. I am a Nestorian, not a wild cultivator with no family or sect. Think carefully before taking action.
After hearing Li Huowang's confident words, the old lama stood there without any reaction.
Li Huowang's expression changed and he waved to the others again. "Let's go!"
He didn't know what this lama was thinking. Now that the strength of the enemy and ourselves were unknown, Li Huowang really didn't want to start a conflict with this lama.
The wheel rolled again, taking the others slowly away from the black lama. After a while, everyone was silent and moved forward in fear.
Li Huowang could feel the needle-pricking sensation on his back. His whole body was tense, and his mind was thinking about various possibilities.
Suddenly, that inexplicable aura appeared again. This time, the aura no longer appeared in the distance, but right behind Li Huowang!
Li Huowang stood still, turned around suddenly, and was shocked to find that the lama was only two meters away from him.
At this moment, he finally saw the age spots on the old man's face clearly. He had seen age spots before, but he had never seen age spots covering all his face.
The lama's mouth looks like he has no teeth, or very few teeth, and his lips are drawn inward like some elderly people. He looks as if he is extremely old.
With such a terrifying face appearing in front of him, Li Huowang almost struck with his sword, but he stopped abruptly.
His eyes slowly moved downward, and Li Huowang discovered that the other party's legs that had been buried in the black sheep were fleshless, and his entire lower body was a prosthetic limb made of bones.
The strange feeling on the other side kept hitting Li Huowang, trying to soothe him and make him calm down and close his eyes.
However, Li Huowang couldn't do this kind of thing. He held the hilt of the sword with his hand, and his expression was serious and even ferocious. "Senior, I don't seem to have offended you, right? If you do this again, don't blame me for being rude!"<
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As soon as the sword was drawn, the strong murderous aura instantly diluted everything.
The old lama's completely black pupils narrowed slightly and stared at Li Huowang's sword hilt wrapped in a strip of cloth.
The tense atmosphere made everyone breathless, like Lu Xiucai, who was so scared that he peed his pants.
Li Huowang exerted force with one hand and was just about to draw his sword and fight the man in front of him to the death, when the atmosphere of the stalemate suddenly changed.
"Boom!" As the old lama knocked on the small wax drum on his waist, a drum sound also sounded behind Li Huowang. It was the sound of the drum used by Bai Lingmiao to dance the great god.
"Dong dong dong~ dong dong dong~"
The two drums sounded at the same time with the same rhythm, as if they were playing in a strange ensemble, as if there were different beings communicating with the drums.
After a stick of incense was burned, the drumming gradually stopped, and the substantial solemn atmosphere in the air also disappeared.
As the vulture in the lama's hand soared into the sky, the black sheep in the distance covered it like a dark cloud, covering his terrifying lower body and slowly moving him backwards.
Watching the lama go away, Li Huowang did not dare to be careless and continued walking forward with the others.
This walk lasted all night. When the sun came out and Li Huowang shouted to stop, everyone collapsed on the ground exhausted, gasping for air. Half of them were tired and the other half were scared.
The lama was so intrusive last night. He was said to be a living person, and his appearance was scarier than a ghost.
Li Huowang looked around and saw that there was no trace of any lama around. He turned to look at Bai Lingmiao, whose lips were a little pale, and asked, "Did that lama say something to you on the drum?"
Bai Lingmiao nodded. "He said...he is from Supervisor Tiansi. Let's forget it this time. It won't be the same next time."
This chapter has been completed!