As night fell, Wang Qilin set out on the road alone.

In order to increase the chance of induced corpses, he and Xie Haoma left separately.

Anyway, both of them can deal with baby-level corpses.

For this reason, he didn't even bring Ba Miao and Jiu Liu, because Tengu and Xuanmao could ward off evil spirits. He brought these two little things on the road together, and he was afraid that the corpse would not dare to show up.

Xu Da handed him a military summoning talisman, waved his hand to his back and said, "Seventh Master, don't be stubborn when you encounter danger, hurry up and release the military summoning talisman. Even if you are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, as long as you get the letter, you will definitely go to you!"

Wang Qilin raised a middle finger at him without looking back.

Xu Da shouted: "No need to thank you, Master Qi, why are you polite to me?"

Ba Miao and Jiuliu squeezed together to watch him leave. Seeing that he did not look back, the two looked at each other and ran back with their arms around in advance.

So cold!

Go and cook the fire quickly!

Ba Miao and Jiuliu sat side by side in front of the campfire and stood up and stretched out their paws, making it very pleasant to bake.

Outside the countryside, in the barrenness.

The winter nights are particularly quiet, with small animals such as insects pupate, migratory birds flying south, snakes and frogs hibernate in winter, rabbits, mice and foxes, all hide in their nests, and those who do not hide in their nests are eaten.

In short, Wang Qilin walked in the snow, and he could only walk on the crunch of snow.

The sound came far away.

open.

long.

Xie Hata once said that demons and evil spirits can sense the fear in people's hearts.

Wang Qilin wanted to lure the clean corpse out as soon as possible, so he created panic in his heart.

He recalled his experience of walking on the night when he was a child. There were dense archways and villages, and cemeteries of various ethnic groups were also densely packed.

There are lush trees planted in the countryside, and you can often see a cemetery when you pass through a forest...

But he is not afraid!

I was not afraid when I was a child. Now I have a high level of cultivation and have unique skills. How can I be afraid?

Wang Qilin gave up this move in frustration. He thought about the goddess of liberty Chu Renmei who he had seen in his dream before, the old girl Sadako in the well and the fancy staircase climbing the Queen Gaya...

These are not scary. For him, these three are too weak. If both sides meet, they don’t need him to take action. Ba Miao and Jiuliu can tear these little cuties.

After trying his best to achieve his goal, Wang Qilin became more and more depressed. He walked in the snow with dejected head, gradually realizing that the atmosphere had changed.

Scarlet.

Lonely.

Above his head was a dark night sky, and under his feet was a vast white snow. Farmlands built into chess boards by tenants, red flowers and green grass, winding rivers and brilliant stars, these things were gone.

There is only pale white left between heaven and earth. He is the only strange color among white, a lonely strange color.

Something was vaguely moving in the darkness, and blurred traces appeared intermittently in the surrounding wilderness.

A trace slid across the snow silently, following him silently.

The night wind blowing between the deserted hills became even more shrill, with a strange roar, as if something was screaming.

The night wind is colder.

Wang Qilin pursed his robe, and he hung the Yin-Yang Fish Jade Pendant on his waist. Without the jade puppet, he turned the cold air into hot air, and his body became unprecedentedly cold.

He pursed his robe and shrank his neck and walked alone. Something followed silently in the darkness, as if his shadow had escaped from the control of his body...

The night.

Trail.

A sense of panic appeared subconsciously, and the hairs on Wang Qilin's body stood up.

He hasn't felt this way for a long time. In the past, he might have been afraid, but he would pretend that he is very brave and awesome to give himself courage.

Tonight, he can't do that.

The things that followed him seemed to increase, and he felt his back become heavy.

Just when he couldn't help but look back, someone shouted on a hill ahead, "Hey, brother, let me say something!"

The dead silence between heaven and earth was broken.

Wang Qilin felt that the things chasing him were hiding behind him, but they did not give up following him, but were still staring at him, secretly following him together, waiting for when he would die.

He didn't want to speak, but the people shouted louder on the hill ahead: "Brother, are you okay? Have you seen me? Are you fascinated by something? You can't hear my voice? Don't be afraid, I'll save you now!"

A fire appeared on the hill, and someone set off a torch. The night wind blew, and the flames on the torch floated left and right.

Wang Qilin said helplessly: "Thank you for your kindness. I was not fascinated. It was just that it was cold and I didn't want to be filled with cold wind."

The man smiled and said, "Haha, that's fine. Then brother, come here, it makes me feel like there is something on my side, it's so chubby. I was scared just now and ran away in a hurry, but it slipped and fell badly. If I hadn't seen your torch, I would have scared myself to death."

When Wang Qilin heard this, he was stunned. My torch? What did I do?

He looked back and saw a bunch of green ghost fire floating behind it.

Wang Qilin looked coldly with his eyebrows and the ghost fire floated toward the side.

As if nothing happened, pretended.

It seemed like I had just happened to have been with him for a while.

The ghost fire disappeared in dismay, and the man on the hill shouted again: "Brother, why did you extinguish the torch? Wori, has something happened to you? I'll go find you, oh Wori!"

Wang Qilin sighed and said, "I won't bother you. I'm fine, but the torch is burned."

The man on the hill smiled and said, "That's good, that's good, then be careful, this section of the road on the dirt slope is not easy to walk, so I fell here."

Speaking of this, he sighed: "Oh, I was so scared at that time. I always felt something was following me behind me, so I couldn't help but run away."

"Now, I'm lucky in disguise. I fell to the ground and saw you. Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to look back and I wouldn't see you, brother."

"Oh, you know why I dare not look back, right? There are three treasures, sun, moon and stars in the sky, and people have the spirit of the three treasures. There is a treasure lamp on the top of the head and shoulders of this person. He dare not look back casually when walking at night. If you turn around once, you will have to extinguish a treasure lamp..."

He said in a nagging manner, and Wang Qilin walked under the hill.

A torch was lit up on the top of the hill, and the fire was very bright, illuminating a figure shaking in a daze.

Wang Qilin carefully walked up the frozen dirt road. Just as he reached the top of the hillside, his voice suddenly stopped.

But the wind became even more violent.

The flames swayed even more violently, and the figures on the ground swayed even more violently.

Wang Qilin looked up and looked at him. A man leaned stiffly in front of a small tree with torches tied. The man's face was pale, his cheeks were red and his lips were red. He stretched his arms straight and faced the uphill road, as if he was about to hug the person coming.

This is a paper man.

The paper man's face is simple, with two eyes just two black ink dots, and one mouth is big and scarlet.

He has no nose or ears, but he has a big cotton jacket on his body and a pair of thick boots with rabbit skin sewn on his feet.

There is a lonely grave on the side of the road. The grave is half-open and the frozen soil is messy. A coffin is still lying outside. It seems that someone was going to dig a grave to bury a coffin, but he was so cold that he couldn't stand it and threw it down and went home first.

The coffin is dark and red in color.

The flames on the torch were burning very vigorously, and the color of the coffin became redder.

According to local customs, the elderly who like to be mourned use a red coffin, but if the red on the coffin is cinnabar red, the people in the coffin will not be the elderly who like to be mourned.

What's inside is evil spirit!

Wang Qilin reached out and wiped it on the coffin, with vermilion powder on his hand.

"You are not lucky, young man..."

A lingering voice came from the coffin.

The coffin lid slowly vibrated, as if something was about to come out of it.

Wang Qilin went up and stepped on the lid of the coffin. He sneered: "You are not lucky, unlucky! As soon as you spoke just now, I realized that you are not a human!"

He has the fifth level of cultivation and the power of a two-ox cow. The coffin that can be lifted by several big men is like an urn in his hand. He stepped on the lid of the coffin and stretched out his hand to carry the coffin, smashed it to the ground and pressed the coffin board upside down on the ground!

There were dead trees on the hillside. He pulled out his demon knife and chopped some dead branches and threw them over, then picked up a torch and lit them: "You are unlucky to meet me tonight. I will burn you to death! I will be wiped out!"

A strong figure emerged from the snow next to him. He roared and was about to speak, but Wang Qilin raised his foot and stomped on the ground and stepped on the snow like flying, and instantly appeared in front of the figure like a sharp arrow.

The strong man saw a face appearing in front of him, and he didn't react for a moment!

Wang Qilin reached out and grabbed his collar and dragged it back, shouting: "Okay, another ghost came out, and I will burn it for you together, so that you can stay together on the road to the underworld without being lonely!"

The branches burned and crackled, and another shrill sound came from the coffin: "Master, don't light the fire, don't light the fire! Master, please spare my life, I'm not a ghost, we brothers are not ghosts, our brothers are humans, we are really humans!"

Wang Qilin sternly said: "You are a cunning ghost. You still have to talk nonsense until death?"

"The Great Powerful Heavenly Dragon! The Divine Dragon swings its tail!"

He turned around and kicked out his legs, gushing his blood, and his legs were like an iron whip!
To be continued...