Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

"Boom boom boom."

There was a knock on the door deep in the darkness.

The sound broke the dead silence in the house.

Human voices, noises, and footsteps sounded together.

The world seemed to "live" at this moment.

I don't know if it's her illusion, the pressing darkness around it seems to have retracted a lot, the cold is receding, and the lights are swaying warm.

The woman let out a sigh of relief.

The darkness and silence just now, she didn't want to experience it again, she wanted to find the hustle and bustle.

Then turned his head.

scare!

An expressionless face in the gloom.

She stepped back for several steps, opening her throat to shout for help.

"Mrs. Huyan, are you okay?"

say? Is it a human?

Look carefully, isn't this one of the dull servants in this house?

Why is this person silent when he walks?

"nothing."

She clutched her chest and gasped quickly, barely calming her mind.

"What's the matter with you?"

The servant made a salute.

"My host asked me to take Madam Huyan to the other yard for shelter."

"Avoid?" The woman was taken aback, "Avoid what?"

The servant always looked dull, standing in the dark, like a stone statue whose only mouth could move.

"Just now, a Taoist leader came and insisted on drinking in this courtyard."

"Drinking here?" The woman frowned. "Didn't your master tell the Taoist priest that there are female relatives in this courtyard?"

"My master said, but..."

The servant's stone face finally had a different expression.

"That said, the long night is long, and it's beautiful to have a beautiful woman... isn't it beautiful?"

"Unreasonable!"

The woman's face was flushed with anger.

"How can there be such a brazen Taoist priest in this world?!"

At this time, there was a commotion in the corridor.

The woman turned her eyes.

In the yard, bluffing broke into a short-haired Taoist priest with a long sword at his waist.

……………

"How do you call the lady?"

The woman said with a cold face: "Huyan Huyan."

The Taoist priest didn't care, and smiled: "It was Mrs. Huyan who was in person."

The woman snorted and turned her head away from looking at him.

This Taoist priest was really rude and rude, and he was forcibly pulling the woman away. The old man couldn't, so he had to prepare food and drink in the room.

At this moment, seeing that the two were about to clashed again, he quickly took out a small wine jar, opened the lid, and suddenly the mellow aroma of wine filled the room.

The old man filled the two of them one by one, and asked to adjust the atmosphere: "It's not an old boast, my wine..."

"What does Lao Zhang mean?" The Taoist priest suddenly thought about what he said.

After all, he took a gourd from his waist. He poured the wine in the glass back and fell at the feet of a servant. The servant didn't say a word, but moved a little further away from the liquor.

"Come and see." The Taoist shook the little gourd triumphantly, "Is this good wine."

After speaking, he raised his hand and poured himself a cup.

The woman glanced, but sneered.

But see, the wine in that glass was turbid and yellow, and there were some black residues floating in it.

I thought I could see some jade syrup and jade liquid. I turned out to be an unassuming hillbilly. He thought that his own country brewed better than the old man's mellow wine.

"Do not believe?"

The woman's disdainfulness was placed on her face, which seemed to arouse the Taoist's savage temperament, so she picked up the wine glass and stuffed it into the woman's face.

The woman was taken aback by the sudden movement, she slapped her hand and slapped it, falling on the hand passed by the Taoist priest.

This hand was so crooked, the liquor spilled out, splashing the face of the old man next to him.

The atmosphere in the court immediately became awkward and weird.

Shi Shiran, the Taoist priest who was the initiator, sat back, and the old **** was there.

The servants who witnessed the master's embarrassment were motionless, like ignorant puppets.

The old man was silent, only raised his wide sleeves and lowered his head to wipe.

Only the woman apologized in embarrassment.

After a while.

The old man finally put down his sleeves and said in his usual kind tone:

"Small accidents, no need to care."

The woman felt guilty and rested.

"Old...his!"

As soon as he raised his eyes, all the words turned into a cold breath in his throat.

What kind of face is in front of you? !

The lips were turned outward, and the corners of the mouth were cracked to the base of the ears; the nose was collapsed and moved to the forehead, one eye was erected in place, but the other eye moved to the center of the face!

When wiping the liquor just now, the old man rubbed his facial features distorted and displaced.

Seeing that the woman's expression changed, the old man didn't realize it at all, and instead smiled with this distorted face:

"What's wrong with Madam Huyan? Is there anything wrong with the old man?"

"me…"

The woman's voice trembled, and she dared not look at the strange face again.

Looking away, he saw the dim edge of the room, and the servants stared at her blankly, motionless.

At this moment, the woman only felt that the light was getting weaker and the cold was getting more and more pressing, so she turned her head to look at another guest on the table.

The Taoist nodded with a smile, stood up and poured a glass of dirty wine.

"how?"

"It's better to drink poorly."

………

In the dimly lit room, the shadows of the lights flickered.

Servant standing silently; old man with dislocation of facial features; woman horrified and dying; Taoist who calmly pours wine.

There was a strange calm in the field.

until.

"what?"

The old man finally saw the clue, he whispered, raised his sleeve and sniffed.

"Fu Jiu? So that's it."

He beckoned, and the servant next to him handed him a bronze mirror.

He looked at the mirror a few times left and right, then sighed several times, as if ordinary people saw his eyebrows thickened.

Finally, he couldn't bear to stretch out his hand and knead it carefully on his face, but it was a pity that it was only a three-pointer.

The old man or ghost put down the mirror and sighed faintly when the oil lamp was lighted like a bean.

"You Taoist priest really knows nothing, this smiling face, but the old man invited the best craftsman'Xu Bodhisattva' with a radius of 100 miles to shape it. You kindly let you stay, but you ruined my good face."

"It's okay." Li Chang'an tied the gourd back to his waist, his tone relaxed as if he were silly, "Can the craftsman make it again?"

"That can't be done." The old man turned his face and said with a grin: "For a moment of greed, the craftsman has sacrificed the five internal organs of the old man."

As he said, he suddenly turned his head and turned the three-pointed strange face to the woman.

She immediately screamed, fell to the ground, ignoring the pain, and crawled to the wall with her hands and feet.

"Madam, don't you be afraid."

The old man still had a smile on his face, but under this face, he looked strange and terrifying.

"The old man just wants to give you a good marriage."

"Good marriage? Do you have a relationship with your old ghost's intestines?"

Li Changan sneered, took the wine glass, and walked to the woman's side.

"This Madam Huyan is already a wife, and I am afraid that she is going to touch your'kindness'."

"Oh, why don't young people always listen to the kindness of old people?"

The old ghost sighed as if.

"If this is the case, the old man can only be offended!"

As he spoke, the servants standing around had surrounded him, and the old ghost was still sitting on the table, playing with his facial features with a bronze mirror, and only waved his hand and said:

"Take them down."

At the end, add another sentence.

"Don't break that Madame Huyan, as for the Taoist..."

He poured himself a cup.

"I want to use his heart and liver for wine!"

…………

Madam Hu Yan covered her mouth and whispered in the corner of the wall. In front of her, dull-faced servants gathered around her.

"Wait a minute."

"Oh." The old ghost who was struggling with his nose raised his eyelids, wondering if the Taoist priest wanted to give his last words.

But he saw the Taoist spilling the wine in his cup.

When the wine fell on the ground, there was a burst of smoke, the space was distorted, and everything in the room changed.

The table turned into an altar, the bed became a coffin, the window and the wall were mixed into a stone wall, the corners were piled with bones, and the decorations on the wall were all nailed corpses!

Where is this side house in the other courtyard of the mansion, it is clearly a tomb.

When the old ghost saw this, he was surprised at first, and then burst into laughter.

He was surprised that the Taoist Talisman was so powerful that he could return the original appearance of the tomb, but he laughed...

"You Taoist priest is really seeking your own death. If you are a house, you still have some hope of escape. Now you will return to the tomb. You will not be able to escape!"

Looking at the effectiveness of this glass of wine, Li Changan was also a little stunned. This guy from the town Fusi was amazing.

This wine was given to him by the beard after he separated from Yan Xinglie, saying that it can restore the appearance and the reality. Now it happened to be the right time, he gave it a try, it turned out to be a good baby!

Li Changan ignored the old ghost's provocation, let alone the approaching servant, but turned his head and called out.

"Mrs. Huyan."

"Huh? Yes!"

The woman raised her head dimly with teary eyes, and answered blankly.

Li Changan pointed to the corpses nailed to the wall, and asked with a smile: "Do you know who these are?"

The woman sobbed twice, stammering in her words: "Man died?"

"good."

Li Changan nodded and continued to ask:

"Do you know why you need to nail it to death?"

When the voice fell, Mrs. Hu Yan didn't have time to answer, the old ghost over there had changed his face.

"What are you doing in a daze? Kill him!"

He yelled.

However, the servants who had been playing with him like puppets before, did not obey his orders at this moment.

The old ghost stood up in a hurry, digging out a bronze bell in his hand, and struggling to strike it with a small wooden hammer.

"Hey."

The voice was crisp, but the servants showed painful expressions.

In the bell, Li Changan continued:

"Because of fear. The owner of the tomb is afraid of servants who are sacrificed."

The bell sounded more and more urgently, and the servants felt more painful to the ground, overflowing with blue, which was the image of the damaged body of the grieving ghost.

But none of the servants took a step forward, and instead looked at Li Changan with a little hope.

"During his lifetime, the master was aloof, and his servants were as low as dust. But after death, everyone is no more than ghosts in the same cave. Can they abuse others with power?"

"So if you want to keep the respect in front of you, you can only nail the corpse with iron nails, control the soul with alchemy, and force them to continue to be slaves, but if it is..."

Li Changan glanced at the old ghost with a bleak face and moved to a corpse.

"Remove the nail and let it go free, what will happen?"

What will happen?

This is naturally the old ghost knows best.

"Do not!"

He yelled, threw down the bronze bell, turned into a cloudy wind and rushed towards Li Changan.

But Li Changan had already grabbed the nails on the mummy, and pulled out with force with his hands.

The old ghost had already rushed in front of Li Changan, but at this moment, amidst the servants, a dark wind suddenly rushed out, entangled with the old ghost.

Immediately, in the tomb room, the wind was miserable, and the ghosts were crying and howling.

But within a few moments, the servant gradually ran out of support, but Li Changan pulled out the nail of the second corpse.

As a result, another yin wind pounced on the old ghost.

Then, the third, the fourth...

………

The narrow tomb room.

A huge group of Yin Qi occupies most of the space.

Amid the stern and miserable howling, a dozen angry faces were chasing and biting a distorted strange face.

After a long time, the Yin Qi dispersed and turned into servants, but the old ghost was nowhere to be seen.

As soon as the servants transformed themselves, under the leadership of a servant who looked like a middle-aged man, they prostrated on the ground facing Li Changan.

"Dao has grown up with kindness, I will never forget it."

Li Changan didn't answer immediately, he just rubbed the hilt of the sword and was speechless for a while.

After a long time, I asked the leader.

"What's your name?"

"The villain's name calls Ma San."

"Ma San..." Li Changan hesitated for a moment, "Have you ever harmed people?"

Na Ma San quickly replied:

"It is good that Dao Master knows that this cave is the place where the earth and the air meet. This large tomb is arranged by an expert. Under the long-term management of the old ghost, it will not only become an illusion by itself, but also gather the evil spirits. It is suitable for ghosts to be raised. I Although you are trapped here, you don’t have to do the evil things that greedy for blood and eat your life. As for the old ghost to mutilate the living, it’s only because of his nature that he is greedy."

Li Changan held the hilt of the sword and was silent.

It is true that among these servant ghosts, there is only grievance, but no blood evil, it seems that they have never cannibalized. But under the mud and sand, who can be innocent alone?

Perhaps guessing what Li Changan was thinking, this Ma San said again:

"But it's really hard for me to get rid of my sins. Under the coercion of the old ghost, I have committed evil results... But I really have no intention of harming others! If the Taoist leader let me wait, we will definitely be good. Even if you can, help passers-by."

After speaking, he leaned over and kowtowed.

"I only want this place to save the remnant soul in this miserable life."

Ugh!

The Taoist sighed faintly, and it was this that made him hesitate. It is impossible to say that this gang of servant ghosts are completely innocent; but it is indeed unfair to attribute the sin to them.

So... to cut or not to cut?

There was another embarrassing silence.

The group of ghosts crawled on the ground, the Taoist priest stood by the sword, and the woman was at a loss.

For a long time, the Taoist priest stared at the group of ghosts and slowly said, "What if I say'no'?"

"The Taoist commander waits for Entong to recreate it, and I dare not do anything to the Taoist commander."

After all, that Ma San is another kowtow.

"I can only disperse my soul, to prove my mind, please make a decision again."

"Why bother?"

Li Changan shook his head.

"Why not fall into the Netherworld."

"The Dao Master doesn't know something." Ma San raised his head with a wry smile, "I wait for the ghosts to be buried, and the Yin Ji is tied to the owner of the tomb. If the owner does not enter the underworld, I will not be able to reincarnate."

Master of the tomb? Yes, they have been divided and eaten.

"This is really..."

Li Changan is having a headache.

"Boom boom!"

There were bursts of door slamming outside.

This night, this ghost house welcomed the second visitor.