Hong Shan waved the machete in his hand desperately and cursed in a low voice.
His grudge against the Song family made him spend a lot of time killing the helpers the other party had found, thereby completely cutting off the Song family's incense.
In order to eradicate the root cause... Hongshan even specially found a Feng Shui master. According to his subordinates, he was an expert from the city.
Although he doesn't look like a Taoist priest in his suit and leather shoes, he does have some skills in him.
For example, you can release black energy by waving your hands. The black energy is biting and cold, and there is a faint sound of howling ghosts.
Hong Shan was amazed and felt that the real gods were nothing more than this.
So he spent a lot of money to beg the treasure from a Feng Shui master in order to accurately find the Song family's helper among the passengers.
Sure enough, the money was not wasted.
The baby is very smart. During this period, he also caught four or five weirdos with white powder on their faces.
Those people didn't explain anything, so Hong Shan chose to continue to stay here.
To this day, he has set his sights on Wang Jin at a glance.
On the one hand, it's because the baby has unprecedented throbbing, on the other hand, it's because...
That white-haired little girl is so damn awesome.
It's just that Hong Shan never dreamed that such a scene would happen when the young man he had never paid attention to took action.
There are dozens of peach trees and peach blossoms all over the sky.
It's a little bit stronger than the black energy of cerebral palsy.
Obviously, Wang Jin is a master.
And just now, I had planned to watch him kneel down and beg for mercy, and even wanted to snatch the little girl in his arms.
Isn’t this fucking seeking death?
Hong Shan secretly glanced at Wang Jin, his face no longer calm as before.
He swallowed hard and chopped down the peach tree in front of him.
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows and pulled the jumping girl back to his side.
He found that Hong Shan, whom he had always regarded as an ordinary person, seemed to have something wrong with him.
The singing was still melodious and melodious, and a faint miasma rose near the peach tree, making people dizzy.
But Hongshan was not affected.
He did not stand around being beaten like other thugs, but looked around in a panic, as if he wanted to leave this space.
Something threatened his life.
Wang Jin sighed and mobilized his inspiration to the extreme.
His eyes turned as pure black as the abyss, and the young man slowly frowned.
He saw it.
Behind Hong Shan, a shapeless black energy was surging, and the man's face was drying up at a terrifying speed.
Black air rose and formed the shape of a baby's head on Hongshan's shoulders.
The baby stuck his head out and looked at Wang Jin, grinning slowly.
"You are so brave."
Almost instantly, Wang Jin subconsciously reached back and made a standard throwing motion.
Then it was discovered that there was no movement from the Scarlet Arms.
This thing still maintains the silhouette state of being about to super-evolve, unable to respond.
"Tsk."
The baby's head flashed away, and Wang Jin curled his lips.
Hong Shan seemed to know what would happen next. He ran out without hesitation, but no matter how he walked, he would be blocked by a peach tree.
Soon, his eyes darkened and he fell to the ground.
The originally burly man became skinny, and his skin turned an unhealthy gray-black color.
Only her belly was bulging and her clothes were torn.
Wang Jin could even see the veins on his black and blue belly, as if they would burst in the next second.
"This smell... looks familiar, but a little different."
The young man touched his chin and thought, relieved of the peach blossom garden.
Peach blossoms, peach trees, villagers.
All these have disappeared.
As if what just happened was just a dream.
Of course, the impact of this fantasy cannot be underestimated.
Thirty or forty thugs, including Hong Shan, were all unconscious and lying in the water like dead dogs.
"Silly boy, what was that just now?"
The little girl jumped up and down a few times, seeming to like the scene just now.
"I can't say it yet. I'll tell you later."
Wang Jin rubbed Hu Xiaobei's hair and spoke softly.
The side effects of Taohuayuan are very strange. You cannot mention it to anyone within an hour after using it, otherwise it will disappear out of thin air.
"Okay."
Hu Xiaobei didn't ask any more questions and just nodded obediently.
She stretched out her hand to hold the corner of Wang Jin's clothes, and held the hem of her windbreaker with her other hand, trying hard to prevent them from getting stained.
Wang Jin sighed and bent down to carry the busy little guy on his back.
Then he took what Xiao Hei handed over.
It's a strange-looking palm pendant.
The flesh and blood had been dried, and the dark skin clung to the bones.
Judging from the size, it looks like a monkey's paw, but there is no hair on it and the skin on the palm is not rough.
At this size...there is only one possibility.
Baby arms, and they are pre-term babies.
This thing was originally hidden in Hong Shan's arms, but now he has become a half-dead bamboo pole, and the amulet naturally fell out from the gaps in his clothes.
Wang Jin glanced at it, poured half a bottle of inhibitor into his pocket, and poured another half bottle of blood poison.
Then he kicked into the ditch.
The owner is not completely dead yet, so such strange items are basically like time bombs.
What's more, there's something obviously wrong with this thing. Who in the right mind would use a piece of a corpse as an amulet?
"Silly boy, we have to hurry up."
The little girl behind him hugged his arm tightly and whispered into Wang Jin's ear.
"Um."
Wang Jin nodded and his speed increased again.
Hong Shan's sudden appearance made him deduce a lot of things.
Song Paitou, whom he was looking for, has disappeared, and Song Paitou's son is desperately looking for help.
Hong Shan had a conflict with the Song family, so he intercepted and killed the Song family's helpers on the way.
As for what to do with helpers...Wang Jin doesn't know.
He had to find a way to find out.
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Qingqiu.
This is the hometown of Hu Xian, and it is also a very special scene of ghost stories.
If I have to say...it's very similar to Mingyue Community.
Due to its special nature, its location will not change, and there is no way to enter it through similar scenes.
It takes half a day's drive from Jiuchun to Qingqiu, but most Hu Xians don't care.
This is their home, and Qingqiu is a rare place for Hu Xian to practice.
The tall and vibrant trees were hard to identify by species, but their white fluorescent tassel-shaped leaves still illuminated half of the green hill.
There were slightly shining light spots floating in the air, which seemed to be the seeds of those trees.
The thatched cottages are neatly located in the distance, and occasionally there is smoke coming from a few households.
The bright moon that hangs overhead all year round is shining with bright moonlight all the time, and the cool north wind makes the place feel like spring all year round.
The wind blew through the earthen xun placed in the corner, and the quiet and long tune echoed in everyone's ears.
If it is more lovable, almost only the undamaged Peach Blossom Spring can rival it.
It's a pity... Qingqiu at this moment is different from the past.
The trees were burned, and the fluorescent leaves fell in the wind, as if mourning the loss of life.
The thatched cottage was reduced to ashes, and several figures were crying and busy nearby.
A small half of the moon above the head was cut off, and crystal clear silver blood flowed downwards.
The north wind carries the smell of blood, making the sound of the earthen xun a little more sad and sad.
Broken notes linger near the entrance... with a hint of resentment.
There are two rows of dead trees with strange shapes at the door. Both the branches and trunks are shining with a cold light.
There were dozens of human figures with different animal characteristics running through the branches, struggling feebly.
Blood spilled down the branches to the ground, landing on the two foxes huddled together.
From time to time, the fox would open his confused eyes and look around, and then shrink into a ball again after finding that there was nothing wrong.
Hu Xianhui, who was passing by, took a look at the iron tree and sighed softly.
Death and rebirth are happening there at the same time.
The Hu family elders died after fighting hard, all memories of their cultivation were gone, and even their bodies were dissipated in the air.
However, they are powerful and can reshape their bodies after death and become ignorant foxes.
Everything starts from scratch.
It's a pity... Even if he transforms into a human form again, he will still be another Hu Xian with brand new memories.
The rebels who were tortured on the tree were not strong enough, and they would not have gone through the process of Elder Hu.
These people will hang there for hundreds or thousands of years until they become empty shells of confusion.
What will happen next...only a few gentlemen know clearly.
Hu Ling, dressed in white, listened to the wind in his ears and sat beside the iron tree, drinking and dazed.
The sound of footsteps sounded, but Hu Ling seemed not to hear it.
Hu Huo changed out of the fiery red slim-fitting dress and wore the same simple white dress as Hu Ling.
She sighed and sat next to Hu Ling.
"Still angry with me?"
Hu Huo hesitated for a moment, and his tone became unusually soft.
"A little bit."
Hu Ling took a sip of wine and looked at the two motionless foxes.
Next to one of them was a wine bottle and a long sword, which were at the same height as Hu Ling's waist.
"You never said...it was my father who was sacrificed."
"Feel sorry."
Hu Huo's voice was choked with sobs. The indifferent Hu family steward gently hugged Hu Ling's head and tried to use his thin shoulders to give her some support.
"When we were in Peach Blossom Spring, that boy asked me about ghost stories."
Hu Ling didn't resist, she leaned against Hu Huo gently.
"I think about this sometimes, but it's useless."
"Do you think we are really immortal? Why haven't I seen elders who are thousands of years old?"
"If we can reproduce without dying, there should be a lot of them."
“…”
Hu Huo didn't speak, but looked at Hu Ling blankly, as if he was meeting her for the first time.
After a long time, she spoke softly.
"You never thought about this before."
"Ah, sorry."
Hu Ling stopped his speculation as if he noticed a change in Hu Huo's expression.
"I can't let my mind idle, otherwise I will always think of daddy."
"He taught me how to drink wine and how to use a sword."
"Although he is drunk all day and still smells bad...but he is a good dad."
Hu Ling was chattering and her eyes were a little red.
She looked at the fox huddled next to her, trying to find even the slightest bit of familiarity in those confused eyes.
Unfortunately, there is nothing.
Even the colors are no longer the same, they are completely strangers.
Hu Ling sometimes wonders whether the so-called reshaping of the body is just a gimmick, just to make the family members of the deceased less sad.
“…”
A moment of silence.
Hu Huo gently hugged Hu Ling.
She actually didn't mean to blame her, she was just serious for too long and didn't know how to communicate normally.
After hesitating for a moment, Hu Huo raised the topic again.
"I heard that Wang Jin took Xiao Qi on a long trip."
"I heard."
Hu Ling nodded and took over the conversation.
"It's a good idea. After all, Jiuchun is in chaos now... and it's because of him."
Once it comes to fighting and killing, Hu Ling's thinking becomes clear and smooth.
"Just think of him as giving himself a vacation. Young lovers always want to travel together."
"Where has he gone?"
Hu Ling asked as he raised the wine bottle and took a sip of wine.
"Zhaozhou County, Chenjiaweizi."
"puff!"
Hu Ling couldn't swallow a sip of wine and almost choked herself to death.