Chapter 88 The Demon with Three Heads and Six Arms
"Shancha, you stay here and guard Jingyu while Grandma goes to find his heavenly soul."
"Grandma, you're still on crutches, it's better for me to go!"
"No, your master and A Chou went out to find help. They haven't come back yet. You can't leave Gushu Village."
"Grandma, don't argue. I have a magic whip in my hand, and ordinary evil spirits cannot hurt me." After Shan Cha finished speaking, he picked up the lantern and Zhang Jingyu's clothes and left without waiting for Qiu Shuiyue's reply.
Shancha walked to Beishan in one breath. The old cemetery was so densely packed with graves of different sizes that it was impossible to see them all at a glance. There was an unpleasant earthy smell in the air.
Especially tonight, the moon and stars are sparse, and the pale moonlight shines on the barren mountains and ridges, and there are shadows everywhere, which makes people panic.
But thinking of Zhang Jingyu's stupid look, Shancha gritted his teeth and walked into the cemetery.
After walking for five or six minutes, we arrived at Sun Lan's grave. The ground was littered with black ashes from burning paper money, and there were many baby footprints.
Looking at the small footprints on the ground, Shancha's skin was numb and cold sweat broke out on his back, but he still raised the lantern high and bravely continued to search for Zhang Jingyu's heavenly soul.
While she was searching, she caught a glimpse of a dark figure in front of the tomb next to her from the corner of her eye. She held up a lantern and shined a light on it, and it happened to shine on a big pale face, which almost scared her out of her mind.
"sister in law!"
The light of the lantern was a little dim. When he saw a ghost beside Sun Lan's grave, Shancha subconsciously thought of Sun Lan.
But if you look closely, you will see that this is not Luo Xiaoyu, an old girl from the Luo family.
Originally, Shancha had just breathed a sigh of relief, but then she thought about it and realized it was wrong. What was she doing at the cemetery in the middle of the night?
Luo Xiaoyu squatted in the shadow behind the cemetery and spoke in a dark voice, "Sister Shancha, are you here to eat too?"
Luo Xiaoyu squatted in the shadow, her head drooped, and she couldn't see clearly what she was doing, but Shancha could hear the sound of something being chewed.
Luo Xiaoyu is usually very nervous and often goes up the mountain to catch mountain rats to eat. Shan Cha thought that he must be hungry, so he secretly went up the mountain to look for food in the middle of the night.
"Xiao Yu, the cemetery is not peaceful at night. You should go home early!"
"Sister Shancha, don't leave, I'm not full yet!"
These words made Shancha feel chilled all over, thinking that Luo Xiaoyu wanted to eat people? "Then you go to my house and get some food!"
"She only eats people's hearts!"
A ruffian's voice suddenly rang in his ears.
Shan Cha turned around and saw a face that needed a beating. It was Mo Yuan, the fake living corpse.
Mo Yuan stretched out his hand to push Shancha behind him, and looked at Luo Xiaoyu coldly, "If you dare to try against her, I will make you immortal forever, get out!"
Mo Yuan's voice was like ice, chilling people from the heart. He dropped a word, picked up Shancha and walked towards the cemetery.
Shancha turned around and saw that there was nothing behind the tomb. There was no one there. Luo Xiaoyu was a ghost. When did she die?
Mo Yuan walked very fast, and Shan Cha trotted to catch up with him, "You are always mysterious, what is your purpose?
Your brother has returned to the county seat long ago, why are you still staying in Gushu Village?
"Shh!"
Mo Yuan made a silent gesture, took Shancha and hid behind an ancient tree.
Shancha poked his head out from behind the tree and saw a cloud of mist emerging from the ground, instantly covering the entire cemetery.
Under the darkness of night, the entire cemetery was covered in gray. Not only that, but gusts of dark wind were also swirling around.
Shancha shivered, and a cold air surged up from the soles of his feet.
"Stop talking, something is coming!"
As soon as Mo Yuan finished speaking, there was suddenly a sound of beating gongs and the sound of neat footsteps in the gray mist.
The sound was like the sound of an ancient official on patrol, beating the gong and shouting at the same time.
Because it was a bit far away and obscured by fog, Shancha could only vaguely see a team moving forward slowly.
As the distance got closer, Shancha saw the people in the team carrying a blood-red sedan and the words "happy" to welcome the bride.
Marriages in the village are always done during the day, but this was the first time I saw someone getting married in a cemetery in the middle of the night.
When the team reached the middle of the cemetery, Shancha finally saw clearly that none of the people in this team were alive. They were all wearing shrouds, their faces were as white as paper, and their eyes were green.
The person walking at the front had no skin on his face, revealing a white skull.
Shancha is very courageous. In his last life, he was the Emperor of the Underworld and dealt with ghosts all day long. But it is different now. He has less than one tenth of his Taoist skills left in his body and there are still two babies in his belly.
To confront these ghosts head-on would be to seek death. Shancha covered her mouth tightly with her hands to prevent too much Yang Qi from leaking out.
The fog became thicker and thicker, making people feel as if they were falling into an ice cave. My whole body was so cold that I lost consciousness. I subconsciously moved my legs that were numb from the cold.
Suddenly, the sound of the gong stopped abruptly, and the ghosts all turned their heads and looked towards the ancient tree where they were hiding.
This weird scene is not to mention terrifying.
Shancha felt cold all over his body, his scalp was about to explode, his heart felt tight, and he subconsciously moved his steps and wanted to run.
"do not move!"
Mo Yuan suddenly put his hand on Shan Cha's forehead.
The sound of gongs that had stopped suddenly started ringing again, and the ghost team slowly moved forward again.
Just when Shan Cha thought that the crisis had been resolved, Mo Yuan suddenly spoke in a deep voice, "That's bad, silly woman, leave quickly. If you don't leave, it will be too late."
Hearing his words, Shancha also became nervous. Just as he was about to ask what was going on, he suddenly heard the dull sound of footsteps and the sound of pulling the iron chain.
The sky was gloomy, and the cold wind blew up from the deserted cemetery. It was bone-chilling, like a ghost grinding its teeth in the ear and sucking blood. It made people shudder. The rumble of footsteps like an iron cavalry made Shancha tremble with fear.
"What the hell is this?"
Mo Yuan did not answer, but gave Shancha a hard push, "Go quickly, don't look back, don't talk."
Shan Cha also knew that the situation was critical and did not dare to hesitate at all and ran away.
Shancha ran very fast, but the sound of dragging chains and the whining of the wind could still be heard.
As I was running, I felt a chill on my neck. When I looked down, I saw a cold iron chain around my neck. This iron chain was not thick, but the cold air emanating from it seemed to freeze the soul.
"Be bold!"
Mo Yuan suddenly roared, stretched out his hand and ripped off the iron chain with a "click", protecting Shan Cha behind him, staring coldly at the huge figure emerging from the fog.
This is an evil ghost that is three meters tall. He has three huge heads on his shoulders and six arms. He looks like a spider with his teeth and claws.
He held an iron chain and a giant scythe in his hands, and his mouth was bigger than the ocean bowl. As he moved around, all the ghosts in the cemetery were sucked into his mouth.