We ran back to the place where the singing and dancing troupe lived, and Captain Yang and everyone were huddled in bed and left the fate. We discussed with him and asked everyone to play music, and it was the most familiar song when Weiwei was alive, attracting it. Captain Yang was frightened when he heard it, and the others even opposed it loudly. It was too late to hide from ghosts at this time, so who would dare to provoke them? Isn’t that a crime?

Ximen Wuyu sighed and said, "Then I will tell you the truth. If we don't lead them out of the village, no one will live until dawn."

Captain Yang was anxious: "Who do you think you are? You are a fairy with a beautiful face? We know you are very brave. When you put out the fire, you brought honor to our singing and dancing troupe, but the fire is not as good as a ghost. I heard from the old people that ghosts and people do not violate the water of the river. If we don't provoke it, it will not provoke us. Don't make trouble and hide until dawn, and go home immediately!"

Ximen Wuyu laughed and said, "I am not a god, but I am a witch." As he said that, he snapped his fingers with his right hand, and the oil lamp on the table was extinguished. He heard him snap his fingers again, and the oil lamp lit up again. With such a move, everyone was stunned, knowing that he was not an ordinary woman.

Captain Yang still didn't dare to go out and shook his head and said, "Our troupe used to perform magic tricks like you, so don't fool us with this."

Ximen Wuyu reached out and grabbed it in the air. The oil lamp instantly floated to his hand. He sneered: "The ghost sings and the dead corpse carries the coffin. That is a sign of murder. Believe it or not, follow me if you don't want to die. Bring the musical instrument, come here." As he said that, he took the oil lamp and stepped out.

After the three of us came out, no one followed us, and they all felt a little discouraged. When we were worried, two musicians came out, one holding a guitar and the other carrying an accordion. Qingqing then followed us, and she said that her sister usually likes to sing the Thousand Paper Cranes, which were songs from her sister's era, and these two musicians once accompanied Vivi.

I asked Qingqing if she could sing this song? My sister's voice should be more touching. Qingqing said she could sing. In order to miss her sister, she had practiced all the songs she sang. So she asked two musicians to play music. Qingqing sang the Thousand Paper Crane and walked all the way to the east of the village. The fire there was closest to the village, and our location was not far away.

Qingqing's voice is very similar to Vivi, and this song is very nice: "My heart does not regret it, it is for you, my tears cannot be completely entangled in the dream, the burden of night, my heart does not regret it, it is for you, the thousand paper cranes and thousands of hearts fly in the wind..."

The melodious songs drifted away in the mysterious night. We believe that Vivi must have heard them. She could definitely hear them. This was sung by her sister. She could also hear them that the musician who accompanies them was also an old friend of the past.

As I walked to the east of the village, Qingqing was singing the song repeatedly, but there was no movement behind her. Outside the entrance of the village, I saw ash covered with red lights all over the mountains. There were also poisonous fires that were not burned. Although there were no flames, they were still very fierce. If they jumped in, they would still be burned to ashes.

We stood on the edge of the fire, waiting for Vivi's reaction. This was a war of no certainty. I don't know what the consequences would happen if this plan failed before dawn. What unexpected way would the caster kill us in.

I suddenly couldn't see Ximen Wuyan anymore, so I asked where the kid was? Nie Min said that he had just run to the side and went back, not knowing what he was doing. My eyes rolled and thought about what he was doing. The dead girl smiled mysteriously, "I know what he was doing, I just don't say it."

"Tsk, I know, don't worry about it. This is the trouble he caused, and of course he will do the dirty and tiring work." I sneered.

"Your crotch is wet..."

"Damn, can you change the word? Is this sentence interesting all the time?" I was angry. Is it unbearable?

"You wet your pants!"

"Okay, it's still more vivid when the crotch is wet." My buddy really has no choice but to deal with this dead girl.

At this moment, a song came from the southwest, and the sang was also a paper crane. We were delighted. It seemed that there was a door, and Vivi was hooked up. But we didn't tell Qingqingming that it was a very cruel thing to burn her sister to death in the ground fire, which made my buddy very confused for a moment.

As the song approached, we heard the sound of dead bodies jumping, "Pujiu...Pujiu..." disrupting the sweet and beautiful melody. When the two musicians and Qingqing saw their black shadows, they stopped the music and I hurriedly shouted in a low voice. Then. The music continued, and Qingqing sang again with trembling.

Weiwei was like a wild horse with reins pulled, tilting her head forward and flying with all her strength. Four corpses were carrying the coffin, and a black dragon-like aura was still surrounding it, and soon arrived five meters away in front of her. A huge cold and cold aura surged, causing everyone to have a cold war.

Nie Min said anxiously: "Why haven't the dead eunuch come back yet? How can we lead them over?"

I thought to myself that Simon might be in trouble, and now he has to sacrifice one person to do it, so I will only go. So I said to the dead girl: "You come out, I will lead them into the fire pit."

"No, wait for Ximen to come back!" The dead girl flatly refused.

"Can't wait. You haven't seen them coming to you. If you wait any longer, you will have no chance!"

As soon as I finished speaking, I suddenly smelled a stench, and then I saw a black shadow flying out of thin air. The dead girl said happily: "Isn't Ximen back? Pig head!"

Ximen Wuyu revolved in the air like a big bird, suddenly flew to Weiwei, grabbed her arm and moved forward. But he groaned, probably because the other party had plotted against him. Although this formation was torn a loophole by us, it was not so easy to crack and would cost him a little.

Qingqing stopped singing, and the two musicians also stopped the instruments, all raised their heads and looked at the strange figure casting into the hot ashes. Qingqing exclaimed "Ah" and then shouted heart-wrenchingly: "Sister..."

Nie Min pulled her away, and I followed the two musicians and retreated quickly, just dodging a passage, allowing the dead body to carry the coffin and jump into the ashes with the coiled dead ghost.

"Swish..." The body of the corpse was burned with a shroud, and the bear burned, followed by the coffin, and then the miserable screams of the ghosts.

Ximen Wuyu took off the sky above the ashes of fire, turned around and flew back, landed on the ground and said, "Vivi is not dead, I am hiding it in my nails. What a pity for those eleven female ghosts..." The boy's voice was very low and he seemed quite guilty.

Nie Min and I also feel that this is cruel, but we have no choice. Even if they don’t die in the earth fire, they will eventually be silenced by the savage. It is better to be sacrificed for the people than to be silenced after killing people. Perhaps this is also an excuse for us to commit sins, but in the face of this situation, what can we do?
Chapter completed!