From Liu Mengshu's perspective, when he turned around, he could just see what his brother was suffering in the dead end illuminated by fire in the distance.
Liu Mingming is dead.
Several Japanese soldiers worked together to pick him up on the bayonet and were playing in circles. The soldiers next to him kept stabbing the little boy's body with their bayonets, leaving a bloody hole every time... accompanied by their devilish smiles. Really
It makes people wonder if they have arrived in hell!
Liu Mingming's eyes were still wide open, but they no longer had the innocent and lively light they had when he was playing with Zhenzhen. They exuded monstrous hatred, and his eyes were not closed, and his face was ferocious!
"Beast, beast!!!"
Zhao Shanshan cursed, and her tears have not stopped since the rb soldiers massacred the village...
Because Liu Mengshu was looking at a bright light in the dark, none of the Japanese soldiers who were playing with Liu Mingming's body noticed him.
Fu Yang turned his head and seemed to meet Liu Mengshu's eyes.
His heart suddenly shook.
What kind of eyes are those...
There is no trace of vitality or human emotion inside, only endless hatred!
Liu Mengshu finally turned around and ran desperately towards the outside of the village, disappearing into the dark night...
He escaped successfully.
The entire Ronghua Village is full of cruel sights that cannot be witnessed, accompanied by screams that cannot be heard. But gradually, this sound becomes smaller and smaller, and becomes more and more distant...
The surrounding scenery also began to blur and become distorted.
In the end, it was like a piece of canvas was suddenly torn open.
Brush it.
All sights have disappeared!
There is no lively Ronghua Village, no wedding of the village chief’s son, and no massacre by the invaders...
Only the boundless pitch-black wilderness was left, withered trees twisting like ghostly hands, crows flying by with croaking sounds, and the cold moon above half covered by thick clouds.
They returned from the illusion to reality!
This sharp contrast will make people feel very uncomfortable in an instant.
It turns out there is nothing here at all...
No, there are still some!
Because as soon as Fu Yang came back to his senses, he suddenly discovered that there was a broken stone tablet about dozens of meters in front of them, and a human-shaped black figure was sitting on the stone tablet!
Of course Ah Huang and Liu Zhan also discovered this scene.
Sitting on a broken stone tablet in the middle of the night in a deserted ghost place. This is definitely not a good person!
So Liu Zhan moved very quickly, he just raised his hand and fired.
boom!
Bullets whizzed out at the black figure.
But there was no response.
Ah Huang protected the other three people behind him. He had already clamped a piece of talisman between his right index finger and middle finger, and said sternly: "If you are a human or a ghost, tell me your name quickly!"
well……
A long sigh sounded. He seemed very helpless and exhausted.
In such an environment, listening to it makes people feel very heavy.
However, this also shows that the person sitting on the stone monument in front of him should be a person, not a ghost.
The clouds in the sky parted at this moment, revealing a complete full moon. The soft moonlight fell down, illuminating the dark wilderness.
Fu Yang and the others could now clearly see the black figure on the stone tablet.
Wearing a blue gown, he is tall and thin, and wears a steel ghost mask with a green face and fangs on his face. He looks very mysterious and weird.
"It's you! The guy who followed us in the city archives before!"
Fu Yang saw it at a glance, pointed in front and said loudly.
"Well, it's me. It's really beyond my expectation that you can trace it here."
The man wearing the iron mask of the devil stood up as he spoke.
Standing on top of the tilted stone monument, a blue silk gown was fluttering in the night wind, making a hunting sound. The moonlight shone on his body, and there was an indescribable and strange beauty.
Fu Yang said dissatisfiedly: "Fuck! It's just one of my defeated generals. I tore off a large piece of his sleeve and ran away in a hurry. Why are you pretending to be cool here?"
The ghost-faced man snorted coldly: "Ignorant ant... If something hadn't happened to me at that time, I could have crushed you to death with one finger."
This guy is showing off his hair!
Fu Yang still wanted to speak, but Ah Huang reached out and grabbed him. With his other hand, he suddenly punched out a piece of talisman paper, which flew into the air and suddenly burned into a ball of fire, illuminating the surrounding area brightly.
The man standing on the stone tablet did not move, he just opened his mouth and spat out the syllable "Du".
Ah Huang's ball of fire exploded and disintegrated three feet in front of him.
The orange firelight illuminated a large area very brightly.
So Fu Yang and the others saw clearly the huge tilted stone tablet at the feet of the Ghost-Faced Man, with two vaguely distinguishable words exposed.
Only Ah Huang stared at the ghost-faced man's hand, and then his pupils suddenly narrowed.
"Rong, Hua..."
Zhao Shanshan suddenly changed her color and exclaimed: "Oh my God! Ronghua Village! This is it, this is..."
"That's right, where you are standing now is Ronghua Village eighty years ago. Now it is in ruins. Six hundred and fifty-one innocent souls are in the land under your feet."
When he said this, the tone of the ghost-faced man finally wavered.
Zhao Shanshan covered her mouth in horror.
Fu Yang looked at him in surprise: "The illusion just now... was created by you?!"
He couldn't believe that a guy who wasn't much better than him in a fight could actually have such powerful Taoist skills!
In fact, this is a misunderstanding on Fu Yang's part.
Generally speaking, the strength of spells is not directly related to physical strength, fighting skills, etc. For example, if Ah Huang and Fu Yang had a real fistfight on the street during the day, Ah Huang would definitely be beaten with a black nose and a swollen face.
Zhao Shanshan frowned, a little confused: "Since you are a very powerful expert, what do you mean by spending your magic power to show us this kind of human tragedy?"
The ghost-faced man said nothing.
Ah Huang suddenly spoke: "Because... he is the only survivor of Ronghua Village back then, Liu Mengshu! The ghost king in Jiangda Forest Farm is his younger brother, Liu Mingming. Am I right?"
As soon as these words came out, it was like a bolt from the blue. The other three people were completely shocked.
"Ah Huang, are you sure this guy is Liu Mengshu? Ronghua Village was invaded by rogue ghosts eighty years ago. Liu Mengshu should have been at least twenty years old at that time. Could it be..."
Fu Yang had not thought about this possibility at first. But the time was not right!
"There are three thousand Taoist magics, and they are endlessly changeable. It is impossible for Taoist magic to make people live forever, but some very powerful ones can make people live for decades or hundreds of years without any problem. Look at the back of his hand, there is a
The wound is missing a large piece of flesh."
Fu Yang heard this and took a closer look, and sure enough he saw obvious bite marks on the back of the Ghost Faced Man's right hand.