The light of day is almost gone and the twilight is dim.
"Crunch."
The door opened slowly, and the sound echoed in the dead silence and darkness of the room, making it particularly harsh.
Bo Ziyu took a deep breath.
A bright red light poured into the room from behind him, stretching the shadow to a strange length, extending deep into the darkness, and then extending until it touched a skinny back.
"comprehensive?"
This is the name of Zhou Huai's father.
The owner of the back did not respond. He just curled up naked in the corner of the room, with the back of his head shaking slightly, revealing scales about the size of a fingernail on his neck.
His face was buried in the shadows, chewing on vague words.
Bo Ziyu couldn't hear clearly, he gripped the knife tightly and stepped into the room.
Only then did I realize that the texture under my feet was not hard ground, but soft (harmony) soft and sticky mud.
at this moment.
The last setting sun completely sank into the Western Mountains.
The remaining light of sunset quickly left the room and away from Bo Ziyu.
The world suddenly darkened.
The room suddenly became difficult to see.
The young detective was startled and hurriedly took out the fire seal.
A moment.
Soft light spreads.
Bo Ziyu was worried.
Just because at the edge of the light, there is a faint outline shaking slightly.
Er.
The outline slowly came closer, and finally, a strange face emerged from the darkness.
She has long, wet and sparse hair, round eyes, and thin lips that protrude like a fish and constantly open and close.
Bo Ziyu finally heard it clearly this time.
it says.
"Hungry."
Bo Ziyu's hair stood on end.
Without hesitation, draw your sword and cut!
However, the blade was only extended halfway, and a tentacle made of mud suddenly sprang up from the ground. It was soft (harmony) yet tough, and it tightly wrapped the blade, preventing it from moving even an inch.
Also at the same time.
Bo Ziyu clenched his teeth, and the mantra he had been reciting silently burst out from between his teeth.
"Hurry as the law dictates!"
Accompanied by the words, the yellow talisman attached to the spine of the knife immediately ignited.
The mud disintegrated inch by inch under the blade, and even the tip of the blade advanced bit by bit, piercing the monster's skinny chest, and scarlet blood snaked down the blade.
But that's where it ends.
When the talisman fire was lit, there was a violent "church" sound that seemed to boil the darkness in the room. More "tentacles" sprang up from the mud, wrapping the blade layer by layer. In a moment, it turned into a worm that kept crawling.
(Harmony) The mud cocoon moved and wrapped around Bo Ziyu's hand holding the knife.
Bo Ziyu made a quick decision and hurriedly retreated.
Drink in the mouth.
"Don't do it yet!"
He responded with a loud bang.
The beams of the house burst open, and wooden citrons and broken tiles fell down one after another. Just like when Yu Mei attacked the prison at night a few chapters ago, Li Changan slapped the beams with a sharp sword.
Zu Gui's reaction was swift. The "tentacle" that was originally chasing Bo Ziyu was quickly retracted, forming a mud curtain above his head.
Although it is only a thin layer, it has a cold and hard texture between the surges.
But.
Under "Demon Demon Slaying", all sorcery and magic are all false.
The Taoist priest only waved his green light, and the mud curtain constructed by Zu Gui immediately opened a huge opening. Li Changan had already taken the opportunity to rush in and stepped on the shoulders of Zu Gui who was caught off guard.
Then, he grabbed a handful of its silky hair and pulled the half-human, half-fish face over.
In its eyes, Li Changan only saw chaos and fury; in its body, he only smelled blood and stinky smell.
Then the sword edge was raised.
"rest in peace."
Immediately.
The long sword penetrated straight into his mouth.
Blood springs gushed out, and the mud curtain fell.
The ghost has been killed by the sword!
Seeing this, Bo Ziyu's tense body and mind finally relaxed, and he stumbled unsteadily and fell into the mud.
Li Changan drew his sword, shaken off the stained blood, returned the sword to its sheath, and gave Bo Ziyu a thumbs up.
"here you go."
Although Bo Ziyu didn't know what this gesture meant, he still nodded with a grin.
Extreme tension was followed by extreme exhaustion, and he really didn't have the energy to talk much.
The Taoist priest allowed him to rest and opened the door directly.
Outside the alley, a group of government officials were poking around, and the Taoist priest suddenly became playful.
"Hurry up, the floor is being cleaned!"
…………
The room is not big.
The detectives swarmed in and quickly searched everything, but found nothing useful. They only found the dung collector mentioned by Zhou Huai, or the remains of the dung collector.
This poor man had been devoured, and even his hair had been swallowed by the demons. Apart from a few bones, there was only a heart, liver, spleen and lungs stored in a clay pot.
The new head catcher's surname is Qi. As for his name...it's just a sidekick anyway, so it doesn't matter.
All in all, Qi Captou looked at the pottery pot and then looked at it again.
"Hey, that's weird."
"What's weird?"
The sudden voice behind him startled him. He turned around and was about to curse, but who thought it was Li Changan and he quickly swallowed back the curse words.
"It's just nonsense, Taoist Master, don't mind."
"No." Li Changan still pressed, "Headhunter, please speak out."
Qi Baotou glanced at the Taoist priest, and seeing that he had no other intentions, he said calmly.
"In my early years, when I was not eating this royal food, I was hunting in the mountains and forests for a living. I often saw corpses killed by wild beasts. Regardless of humans or animals, the first thing that was eaten was usually the internal organs. But this monster ate up all the flesh and blood.
, deliberately leaving the internal organs..."
He chuckled.
"But monsters are not beasts, so how can we use the principles of beasts to speculate?"
Qi Captou said it lightly, but Li Changan couldn't get rid of it in his heart.
Monsters are not beasts?
indeed.
But the wild and chaotic eyes of the demon just now are still vivid in my mind. What is the difference between them and wild beasts?
According to the nature of the demon, it must be extremely hungry after eating a corpse that has not yet decomposed, but even so, it still kept the internal organs and put them into the clay pot alive.
Who is this being left to? In other words, to whom is it being offered?
Li Changan moved slightly in his heart and looked at the thickly clouded night sky outside the door.
Tonight.
Extremely sleepy.
…………
The change of day and night.
The light between heaven and earth suddenly dimmed, as if it was changing directly from day to night, completely escaping the ambiguity (harmony) in between.
This is not an illusion.
It just happened that a rain cloud gathered and enveloped Xiaoshui City, blocking out the remaining light of the western sky.
So, it wasn’t long after nightfall.
A cold rain came as expected.
The Zhou family's residence.
The corpses had been cleared away long ago, leaving behind clods of loess all over the yard that were gradually turned into mud by the rain, as well as a group of government officials who were noisily having fun in the corridor. After cleaning up the scene, they were given a new task, to protect or monitor the Zhou family.
The only survivor is Zhou Huai.
"This young master is different. If he commits a crime, he won't go to jail. He can stay at home comfortably."
"The prison has collapsed a long time ago. You can't stay in the cesspool any longer, right? Who can bear the smell of pickling?"
"It's not easy to stay here. It's very late at night, it's windy and rainy, so I can only stay on the corridor, it's freezing."
"Let's make a good deal. The brothers we took away together will go catch monsters!"
The word "monster" made the atmosphere in the room pause for a moment, but then a more lively discussion started. The government officials exchanged gossip that had been spread from the streets and alleys, most of which were made-up gossip.
"Say less."
The leader of the team stopped his subordinates from complaining and pointed to the side room opposite, with its door closed and shimmering in light.
"Is that Mr. Zhou still honest?"
A government official replied:
"Stayed in the house the whole time and didn't answer any questions."
"You are a noble person with a great reputation, how can you look down on lowly officials like us?"
The class leader waved his hand.
"The water in the well does not interfere with the water in the river."
After that, he asked people to put down the food and wine he had bought earlier, and called for a group of government servants to come over. When he looked around, he found that one person was missing.
"Where's Wang Er?"
"It's gone." A round-faced yamen servant said quickly, "I have half a stick of incense. Maybe it fell into a manure pit."
Unexpectedly, the class leader frowned.
"Then go and get him quickly."
The round-faced yamen servant never thought of shooting himself in the foot, so he complied, and under the laughter of his companions, he pulled off a piece of roast chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth, looking for the lazy guy with a frown on his face.
…
Round Face looked around and saw no one, but found the guy in the corner of the backyard.
"There is a toilet but you don't need it, but it's in the corner. Are you a dog?"
He cursed and stepped forward.
At this time, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, almost turning the courtyard into a swamp.
But the man stood in the muddy water and under the rain, his head lowered and motionless.
The round-faced man felt flustered for no reason, and even his steps slowed down.
"Wang Er...what are you doing?"
There was no response in the rain. Only among the "squeaking" sounds, a faint "clicking" sound was heard, like a rusty gear.
Then Wang Er also assumed a strange posture with slow and stiff movements. He stood with his legs entwined, his waist and neck twisted to the extreme in one direction, one hand behind his back, and the other around his body.
Over the top of the head... the whole person is twisted into a twist.
If you have a round face, your lips may feel a little dry.
"you……"
The words are not finished yet.
suddenly.
The "click" sounds that he heard just now exploded in his ears. At the same time, Wang Er's body twisted in a slow and chilling way.
The round face's eyes widened. He saw Wang Er's legs slowly being twisted, and the broken bones broke out of the skin; he saw Wang Er's head twisting around and around his neck; he saw the bones in both arms were broken inch by inch, like two
A rope wrapped around the body...
Er.
Just like twisting a towel, the blood was wrung out from the twisted body, from the skin, from the eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and was washed away by the rain and scattered into the mud under the feet.
The round-faced government official finally woke up from this terrifying and weird nightmare.
"ah!"
He rolled and crawled back to the front yard.
"Run quickly, there are monsters behind you!"
He loudly reminded his companions, but there was no response from those around him. Whether it was ridicule or fear, it was just silent.
He raised his head in surprise. The corridor was quiet.
Have all the companions left?
No.
They are still there.
But they all stood in a weird and twisted posture, just like Wang Er before.
The rain was pouring heavily, and the candlelight was dimly lit in the corridor.
The round-faced government officer wanted to cry out for help, but his mouth seemed to be stuck and he couldn't make a sound. He wanted to run away, but his legs seemed to be tightly bound by something and he couldn't move.
He looked down with difficulty and panic.
I don’t know when.
Threads of mud wrapped around his legs, climbed over his body, and eventually spread to his horrified face.