The night in the countryside is not only eerily quiet, but also eerily dark.

The moon was obscured by clouds for some reason, and except for some scattered starlight in the sky, it was almost completely dark. The fields of sunflowers and human heads that shone golden in the sunlight were now dim.

The birds flying in the sky in the morning were even missing.

Zhang Feng is still running.

On the quiet path, the sounds are complex.

The sounds of hurried running, the sound of saws scraping the ground, and the laughter that could be heard from time to time.

Zhang Feng's heartbeat is getting faster and faster, and his breathing is getting faster and faster. In his two hands, he holds the ball of talismans in one hand and the body of the soul-suppressing bell in the other hand.

The village chief's brows furrowed. He slowed down and looked left and right with a solemn expression.

The laughter in the fields was far and near, as if it could ring in people's ears the next moment.

Sweat dripped down from the corner of his eyes.

Zhang Feng was always highly focused, fearing that he would miss something and die suddenly on the spot.

Always paying attention to his surroundings, he didn't notice the twisting movements for the time being, he could only hear its silly "clucking".

It's so torturous...

Zhang Feng also wanted to stop and confront the two ghosts, but he was more likely to be attacked if he stopped in this empty underground.

Only by constantly moving can you be safer.

He had used up a lot of energy and it would be over if he stopped now.

It was like he was running a marathon with his life as the prize.

He can run slowly, but he must not stop! If he stops, he will be out of shape!

The breath he held in his heart was gone, and most of his life was gone.

Fortunately... now it can be considered a situation where the Three Kingdoms are at odds with each other. He, twisting and turning, and the old man can't deal with each other.

He was relatively unlucky, being Cao Cao who was burned and ran away in Red Cliff, but the other two Liu Bei and Sun Quan were also old rivals, and neither of them was willing to take the lead.

This gave him the opportunity to cross Huarong Road.

Holding the life-saving straw tightly in his hand, Zhang Feng kept running forward while adjusting his breathing.

Otherwise, with his current running style, he will tire himself to death sooner or later.

He is gambling!

Betting on the twisting and turning action.

He is waiting too!

Waiting for the village chief's anxious moment.

After the three-party confrontation was broken, he would use the soul-suppressing bell and twist around without being able to touch him, and then he would play a happy country game with the village chief.

By then, he will have time to do things!

At this moment! Zhang Feng is extremely grateful that he forced himself to work so many jobs during the summer vacation.

It is the physical strength accumulated at that time that allows him to persevere until now.

The sunflower fields in the field of vision are rapidly retreating, gradually turning into corn fields.

Zhang Feng knew that corn fields and sunflower fields were the dividing line.

After running to the cornfield, it meant that he was not far from the village gate.

The scenery around me changed, and the fields of sunflowers and heads disappeared completely.

The normal cornfield occupied Zhang Feng's entire sight.

He looked back and saw that the village chief's expression suddenly changed, as if he was someone facing an unexpected disaster.

Begins...the desperate moment.

Zhang Feng knew that no matter how bad the relationship between the village chief and Nuanwan Nuan was, the two of them were in sympathy with each other in not wanting him to leave.

next moment!

The bright moon, which was not yet full, gradually rose into the sky. A transparent gray cloud lightly blocked the moonlight, and a light smoke seemed to cover the fields, hazy, like falling into a dream.

Three parts later!

Suddenly, the smoke disappeared from the fields, and a clear light like water washed over the soft autumn night... The surrounding fields were like a gray-yellow sea.

The moon...is about to become round?

Wasn't it still the waning moon just now...

Zhang Feng didn't have time to think too much when a voice sounded in the distance.

"It's coming! Hee hee~ hee hee hee."

There were countless echoes all of a sudden... and it was freezing cold.

"!"

Zhang Feng's eyes widened, his neck subconsciously shrank, and a chill ran down his back, as if someone was scraping ice cubes down his back!

The chill penetrated from head to toe.

Zhang Feng's feet went weak and he almost tripped.

He staggered forward a few steps, but luckily he didn't fall.

It's coming, I can't help but take action.

In the face-to-face meeting just now, Zhang Feng almost didn't ring the soul-killing bell.

Holding the bell in his hand tightly, Zhang Feng raised his breath and accelerated.

Waiting...can't rush.

The reason why he kept waiting was because he didn't know whether shaking the soul-suppressing bell out of thin air would have any effect.

What if...the Soul Calming Bell and the Guilt Wind Chime have similar effects, so shaking them in the air is probably useless.

Must...wait.

The village chief, who had been silent all this time, said: "Child, come back with me quickly. It's too dangerous in the fields! That thing is coming."

Zhang Feng was silent, he pursed his lips and buried his head in running. In the script, Wang Yiwei was running away like a frightened fool at this moment.

Not having to say anything is best.

If he was asked to recite his lines while running, he would be in trouble.

"You kid, why don't you reply to grandpa? You are so rude and disobedient at all! If you don't obey, you will be beaten!"

The village chief's voice was obviously a lot more anxious, and his anger was building up. Zhang Feng could even imagine what his old face, twisted together with anger, would look like.

"..."

This old man still has the leisure to chatter?

I'm afraid his lungs are not made of iron.

It's really a shame for you that you didn't learn Pikachu's lightning flash.

Zhang Feng complained in his heart, while at the same time he was distracted and observing his surroundings with his peripheral vision.

He needs to grasp the twisting movements at the first time.

Be prepared before he gets too close.

The soul-suppressing bell can make him give up attacking him, which is his biggest bargaining chip right now.

If the old man knew he had such a sharp weapon, he might not play cat and mouse game with him.

"Boy, don't say I didn't give you a chance! Old man, I'll count to five. If you're still stubborn, I'll teach you a lesson for this ignorant boy!"

The threatening voice of the village chief echoed on the path, and his loud voice mixed with the laughter that had not completely dissipated made people's ears tremble.

"whee--!"

"five!"

The countdown overlapped with laughter. Zhang Feng's pupils shrank, and his eyes unconsciously focused on the white dots that appeared out of thin air in front of his sight.

The pale moonlight spreads across the earth, guiding confused passers-by.

The writhing white figure kept dilating in its pupils.

Its speed is extremely fast, and its "proud figure" will be fully displayed in front of Zhang Feng within a few seconds.

Zhang Feng didn't know how long it would take for him to arrive, but he knew how crazy what he was going to do next was.

He must calculate the time, close his eyes and ring the bell the moment he approaches him.

Zhang Feng didn't know whether the soul-suppressing bell could dispel the twisting and turning possession of him like the guilt wind chime.

So......

He must prepare for the worst.

If you can't do it, you will die!

There is twisting and turning in front of you, and there is an old man holding a saw behind you. If you don't succeed, you will become a benevolent person, if you make a mistake, you will die.

"Four!!"

He Yunwei's voice suddenly increased, as if he wanted to scare the ungrateful man in front of him.

The muscles in his body are swelling and his back is straight.

It has the momentum of the ultimate evolution of Digimon.

He Yunwei narrowed his eyes and stared at his figure.

The body gradually expands!

"three!!!"

He Yunwei took a heavy step forward. The road surface was cracked by the tread, smoke rose and clouds filled the air.

The smoke and dust dispersed, the fog became hazy, and under the full moon, a huge ghost figure walked out of the fog.

His pupils were blood red, his arms became extremely thick, his body was rotten and exuded a strong stench, a blood-stained iron chain was tied around his neck, which would jingle constantly when he walked around, his skin was dazzlingly black, and there was a flag-like hanging on his back.

The human skin makes a hunting sound.

Zhang Feng concentrated his attention, staring closely at the twisting and turning figures, unaware of the changes in the person behind him.

Under the moonlight, he could only vaguely see a huge and terrifying shadow from the ground, covering him completely.

"two!!!!"

The village chief took action in advance, his terrifying fist pierced the air and struck Zhang Feng fiercely.

The next moment, the bell rang, pleasant to the ear.

When the golden ripples twisted and moved in front of Zhang Feng in an instant, they hit it accurately.

Its body became insubstantial for a breath. Zhang Feng closed his eyes and smashed through its body that looked like smoke, and ran forward angrily.

The village chief's huge fist hit the twisting and solid head, knocking its twisting body to the ground.

"Hehe, hahahahaha."

He was writhing on the ground, laughing wildly, and kept twisting his body.

The village chief's expression changed dramatically, and the arm he had hit and twisted began to twist along with it.

A "click" sound!

His arm seemed to have a sense of autonomy and was forcibly freed from his shoulder.
Chapter completed!