No one told her that dry cigarettes are as addictive as old wine!
Shancha covered her head and waited for a long time, then reluctantly stood up, staggered to the main room to find some water, washed her face, and felt a little more energetic.
"Bang bang bang!"
Just as Shancha was about to go back to the east room, there were dull footsteps in the yard. When she looked along the crack in the door, she saw two gray-haired old men walking towards the yard.
Their walking posture is a little weird, they feel stiff and light, and they don't look like zombies.
“Hufufu……!”
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Unexpectedly, a gust of wind blew the two old men's faces off.
Only then did Shancha see clearly. It turned out to be two human skins held up by two bamboo poles.
This is the skin-piercing magic of the Dijunmen. Could it be that people from the Eighth Gate chased them to the Ghost King Village?
Shan Cha wanted to die. There were evil beings and people from the Eight Gates in front of her, and there was the Ghost Emperor in the back. Their mother and son had no way to go to heaven and no way to earth.
The two human skins were like hounds, smelling all over the yard. Seeing them getting closer to the door, Shancha was nervous and sweating all over his body. Just as he was about to rush out and fight, the two human skins actually left the yard floating in the air.
Shancha gasped for air and slapped his head with both hands, forcing himself to calm down. He must not sit still and wait for death, he must find a way to get out of here.
Shancha thought quickly, but it was too late.
A thin layer of frost formed in the main room, making her shrink back, knowing that something serious had entered the hospital.
Shancha stared intently at the gap under the door.
A pair of feet without shoes appeared in front of her. These feet were so thin that they were almost only skin and bones. They were pale and pale, as if they had been soaked in water.
In an instant, goosebumps appeared all over Shancha's body.
Holding the magic whip tightly in one hand, he stared at the gap under the door.
“Hufufu……!”
A gust of cold wind blew in through the crack in the door. The bonfire in the east room went out with a pop, and the whole room fell into darkness.
Soon, pairs of feet appeared at the door. These feet were highly decayed, exposing the white bones.
Feet with a putrid smell were walking back and forth at the door, as if thinking about whether to enter the house.
Shancha closed her eyes, and when she opened them again a few seconds later, the darkness around her became clearer.
"Squeak!"
The door of the room was suddenly pushed open by an external force. Shancha quickly retreated to the corner of the east room. She had a hidden breath charm attached to her body. As long as she didn't make a sound, those evil things could not detect her for the time being.
Dozens of feet without shoes came in, clicking.
Only then did Shan Cha see clearly that it was Li Gui who came in.
The so-called Li Gui refers to the spirit of a living person who has been devoured and left the body, turning into a fierce ghost.
These evil ghosts are unwilling to have their bodies devoured by others and will possess their own bones.
The pairs of rotting feet in front of you are actually the remains of corpses that have been eaten away by evil things, and the souls are attached to the corpses.
"Bah-bah-baah!"
The sound of footsteps was endless, and these evil creatures were walking in a queue, wandering at the entrance of the tunnel, hesitating, wanting to enter the underground passage, and seeming to be afraid of something.
"Grrrrrr!"
Suddenly, there was a strange laughter coming from the door. Shancha looked up, and for a moment, his heart was in his throat.
It was an indescribably horrific scene, with a dead human skin with distorted features floating in the air.
The most frightening thing is that his two eyeballs have drooped to his chin and are still turning.
At this time, a large amount of smelly red mist suddenly poured out of the underground passage, and the ground underfoot shook violently.
Shancha looked out the window and saw that the whole yard was full of evil things, one after another. There were at least thousands of them, and there were hundreds of human skins floating in the air.
The red mist in the house became thicker and thicker, the visibility was less than one meter, and there were bursts of strange screams coming from the underground passage.
Shancha touched the waistband of his pants and thought whether it was too late to hang himself now.
A gust of wind howled, the door and window shook a few times, then fell to the ground with a "squeak", and the turbid atmosphere in the room dissipated a little.
The red mist was also blown away a lot by the wind, and the scene in the yard became particularly clear.
Shancha saw three men in black robes, waving rune knives and controlling the human skins.
Shancha knew that they were from the Dijun Sect. The Hidden Breath Talisman could deceive evil objects, but it could not escape the eyes of living people. The three of them had definitely discovered her.
Being a mother means you are strong. At this moment, Shancha also got angry. He took out three paper figures from the package, bit the tip of his tongue, sprayed blood on the paper figures, and threw them into the yard.
As soon as the three paper figures landed on the ground, they transformed into three golden-armored generals, waving their long knives and pounced on the three men in black.
Shancha quickly formed seals with his hands, silently recited the incantation in his mouth, and commanded the golden-armored god general to chop up the enemy.
Shancha's eyes had turned blood red, and she knew in her heart that the only one the two children could rely on now was her.
"vomit!"
Just when Shancha was about to fight for her life, a disgusting smell came from the yard, which made her spit out a mouthful of sour water.
At this time, a strong wind blew in the yard, and a man wearing a mask fell from the sky. He wielded a long sword and slashed at the three men and the evil thing.
-At that time, the killing began, screams could not be heard, and the yard became a slaughterhouse. In addition to blood, there were dead bodies on the ground.
The masked man held a long sword and crazily slaughtered the evil things in the yard, as if these evil things were his father-killing enemies.
Some intelligent evil creatures began to flee in all directions. No matter how fast they fled, they couldn't run faster than the masked man's sword.
Shancha squinted his eyes and looked at the masked man carefully. When he saw the looming red mist on his body, he felt a thump in his heart. This was obviously a corpse king. Why did he kill people with a sword like a human being?
What was his purpose in coming to Ghost King Village? Was he also here for her two children?
Apart from the disgusting odor, this man could smell nothing. He must have taken pills that conceal the odor.
"call!"
While Shancha was thinking wildly, a middle-aged man wearing a blood-red robe flew out of the underground passage.
He is between thirty-five and forty years old, with a sharply raised eyebrow, a pair of narrow and drunken eyes, a straight nose, and thin lips.
His face was as white as paper, and he was very tall, about 1.9 meters tall.
He held a feather fan in his hand and walked unsteadily, as if he might fall down at any time.
Before he could get closer, a strong smell of alcohol hit his face. Shancha was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect the Ghost Emperor to be an alcoholic.
Shancha's eyes kept moving, thinking of ways to get out of trouble.
At this point, he could only take a gamble. Shancha suddenly stood up and punched the Ghost Emperor, "You are so heartless, but I have found you. Let's see if I don't kill you today."