Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

The sky is dying, and the dusk is dim.

"Crunch."

The door slowly opened, and the sound echoed in the silent and dark room, making it particularly harsh.

Bo Tzuyu took a deep breath.

The bright red light poured into the room from behind him, pulling the shadow out a weird length, extending toward the depths of the darkness, and then extending until it touched a scrawny spine.

"comprehensive?"

This is Zhou Huai's father's name.

The owner of the back did not respond, he just curled up naked in the corner of the room, shaking the back of his head slightly, revealing scales the size of a nail on his neck.

His face was buried in the shadows, chewing vague words.

Bo Ziyu couldn't hear clearly, he clenched the knife and stepped into the room.

I found that the texture under my feet is not a hard ground, but a soft (harmonious) soft and sticky silt.

at this moment.

The last setting sun sinks into the west.

In the evening, Yuguang quickly withdrew from the room and from Bo Tzuyu's side.

The world suddenly dimmed.

In an instant, the room became difficult to reach out.

The young arrester was taken aback and hurriedly took out the Huo Zhezi.

Soon.

The soft light spread.

Bo Tzuyu tightened his heart.

Just because at the edge of the light, there was a faintly thin outline trembling slightly.

Ore.

The silhouette slowly approached, and finally, a weird face emerged in the darkness.

Her long and sparse hair, round eyes, round eyes, and thin lips protruding like fish can't help opening and closing.

Bo Tzuyu finally heard clearly this time.

it says.

"hungry."

Bo Ziyu's hairs stand upright.

Do not hesitate, draw a knife and slash!

However, only half of the blade was handed out, but muddy tentacles popped up on the ground, soft (harmoniously) soft and tough, tightly wrapping the blade and not allowing it to advance.

Also at the same time.

Bo Tzuyu bit his teeth, and the mantra he had been chanting silently burst out of his teeth.

"Hurry as a law!"

Accompanied by the voice, the yellow talisman sticking to the spine of the knife immediately ignited.

Those muddy pieces disintegrated under the blade's blade, even advancing at the tip of the blade, piercing the thin chest of the monster, scarlet blood snaking down the blade.

But it ends here.

When the talisman fire was lit, there was a violent "chuck" sound as if the darkness of the house was boiling, and more "tentacles" sprang up from the mud, engulfing the blade layer by layer, and the beard, turning into a constant wriggling. (Harmonious) The moving cocoon, and wraps it towards Bo Tzuyu's knife-holding hand.

Bo Tzuyu made a decisive decision and hurriedly withdrew.

Burst into the mouth.

"Don't do it yet!"

Respond to his loud noise.

The beams of the house burst open, and the wooden shattered tiles fell one after another, just like a few chapters ago, when Yu Mei attacked the prison at night, Li Changan held a sharp sword and slapped the beam down.

Cugui's reaction was not unsatisfactory. The "tentacles" that had been chasing Bo Tzuyu hurriedly retracted, forming a mud curtain above his head.

Although it is only a thin layer, but between the surging waves, some cold and hard texture is faintly revealed.

But.

Under "Slashing the Demon", all the magic tricks and demon methods are vain.

The Taoist only waved the green light, and the mud curtain constructed by the ghost suddenly opened a huge mouth, and Li Changan had already taken the opportunity to break in and stepped on the shoulder of the unprepared Cu ghost.

Then, he grabbed its sleek hair and pulled the half-man, half-fish face over.

In his eyes, Li Changan only saw chaos and fury; in his body, he only smelled blood and odor.

So Jian Feng raised.

"rest in peace."

Soon.

The long sword penetrated straight into his mouth.

A spring of blood gushed out, and the mud curtain fell.

The ghost is already under the sword!

Upon seeing this, Bo Tzuyu's tight body and mind finally relaxed, and even staggered and sank into the mud.

Li Changan drew his sword to shake off the blood and return it to its sheath, giving Bo Tzuyu a thumbs up.

"here you go."

Although Bo Tzuyu didn't know what the gesture meant, he nodded with a grin.

After extreme tension is extreme exhaustion, he really doesn't have much energy to talk.

The Taoist let him rest and pushed the door straight.

Outside the alley, a group of government officials were digging their heads, and the Taoist priests suddenly became playful.

"Hurry up, wash the floor!"

...

The room is not big.

The arresters rushed in and quickly searched the sky, and found nothing useful, only the **** collector in Zhou Huai's mouth, or the remains of the **** collector.

This poor man has been eaten up, and even his hair has been swallowed into his stomach by the ghost. Apart from a few bones, there is only a pair of heart, liver, spleen and lungs stored in a clay pot.

The surname of the new head catcher is Qi, as for the name...anyway, it is not important.

All in all, everyone caught his head and glanced at the clay pot, and then again.

"Hey, that's weird."

"Why is it strange?"

The abrupt voice behind him frightened him. He turned around and was about to swear, but who thought it was Li Changan, and quickly swallowed the **** that came to him.

"It's just nonsense, the Taoist chief doesn't need to mind."

"No." Li Chang'an still asked, "Please speak frankly."

He caught his head and glanced at the Taoist priest, and said calmly when he saw that his expression was really indifferent.

"When I didn't eat this ration of the royal food in my early years, I hunted for a living in the mountains and forests. It was often the corpse killed by beasts. Regardless of humans and animals, the first thing to be eaten was usually the internal organs. But this monster has only eaten up the flesh and blood. , Leaving the internal organs deliberately..."

He chuckled.

"But monsters are not wild beasts, so how can we speculate with the truth of wild beasts?"

Qi Catu said lightly, but Li Changan couldn't get away.

Monsters are not beasts?

indeed.

But just now, the frantic and chaotic eyes of the ghost are still vividly visible. What is the difference between them and the beast?

According to Cugui's nature, eating a corpse that has not decomposed must be extremely hungry, but even so, it still leaves its internal organs and puts them in a clay pot.

Who is this for? Or, to whom should it be enshrined?

Li Changan moved slightly in his heart and looked at the cloudless night sky outside the door.

Tonight.

Extraordinarily groggy.

...

Change day and night.

The light between the sky and the earth dimmed suddenly, as if directly changing from day to night, completely pulling away from the dark (harmonious) dusk in the middle.

This is not an illusion.

It happened that a rain cloud gathered and enveloped Xiaoshui City and cut off the afterglow of the western sky.

So, not long after night.

A cold rain came as scheduled.

Zhou's mansion.

The corpse had been cleared away, and the loess blocks left in the yard were gradually poured into mud by rain, and a team of bureaucrats clamoring and making fun on the corridor. After cleaning the scene, they were given a new task to protect or monitor the Zhou family. Zhou Huai, the only survivor.

"This son is different. He doesn't go to jail after committing a crime, and he can stay at home comfortably."

"The prison has collapsed early, so you can't stay there anymore, right? Who can bear the smell of pickling?"

"It's not a good place to stay here. It's windy and rainy at night, so I can only guard it on the corridor, chilly."

"We are good, brothers who took away together, but go to catch monsters!"

The word "youkai" made the atmosphere in the court slightly stagnant, but immediately, more heated discussions arose. The government officials exchanged words that spread from the streets and alleys, most of which were gossips out of nothing.

"Say less."

The leader of the team stopped the complaints of his subordinates, and pointed to the side room with the door closed and shimmering.

"Is that Zhou Langjun still honest?"

A government official replied:

"Stay in the room all the time, and ignore the question."

"A person is a noble person with a good reputation, how can we look down on such low-ranking officials?"

The leader waved his hand.

"The water in the well does not violate the water in the river."

After all, I asked someone to put down the food and wine I bought before, and greeted a veteran to come over. After looking back, I found that one person was missing.

"Where is Wang Er?"

"The **** is gone." A round-faced ya servant took a step forward. "Maybe there is half a stick of incense, maybe it's falling into a cesspit."

Unexpectedly, the class frowned.

"Then go and call him."

Where did the round-faced servant think of lifting a rock and smashing his own foot, he sneered down, and under the laughter of his companions, he tore off a roasted chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth, his brows drooping and looking for the lazy guy.

…

Round-faced looked around and saw no one, but found the man in the corner of the backyard.

"There are latrines and no use, but it's in the corner of people's walls. Are you a dog?"

He cursed and stepped forward.

At this time, the rain is getting bigger and bigger, almost alluvial the courtyard into a pool of mud.

The man was standing in the muddy water, standing under the rain, bowed his head and motionless.

Round face felt flustered for no reason, and even his feet slowed down.

"Wang Er...what are you doing?"

There was no response in the rain, only a faintly rusty sound like a rusty gear in the sound of "crushing".

And that Wang Er also took a strange posture with slow and stiff movements, standing with his legs twisted, his waist and neck twisted to the extreme in one direction, one hand behind his back and one hand wrapped around him. Over the head... twisted the whole person into twists.

The round face felt a little dry lips.

"you…"

The words are not finished.

suddenly.

The "crack" sound that had just been heard exploded densely in the ear, and at the same time, Wang Er's body twisted slowly in a chilling manner.

The round face widened his eyes. He saw Wang Er’s legs slowly broken, the broken bones spreading out his skin; he saw Wang Er’s head twisting round and round on his neck; he saw the bones of his arms broken from inch to inch, like two ropes wrapped around his body...

Ore.

Just like twisting a towel, the blood was wringed out of the twisted body, from the skin, from the eyes, ears, nose, and nose. It was washed away by the rain and scattered into the mud under the feet.

The round-faced government officer finally woke up from this terrifying and strange nightmare.

"what!"

He rolled and ran back to the front yard.

"Run, there are monsters behind!"

He reminded his companion loudly, but there was no response from the surroundings, either ridiculed or panicked, just silently.

He raised his head in surprise, quiet in the hallway.

All the companions left?

Do not.

They are still there.

It's just that they all stand in a weird and twisted posture, just like the previous Wang Er.

The rain was torrential, and the candlelight was faint in the corridor.

The round-faced servant wanted to call for help, but his mouth seemed to be stuck, and he couldn't make a sound; he wanted to escape, but his legs seemed to be tightly bound by something and couldn't move.

He looked down with difficulty and panic.

I don't know when.

Some mud lines entangled his legs, climbed over his body, and eventually, the growth spread to his horrified face.

Click!