Things are getting terribly bad.

I saw more than one ghost appear around the villa.

Not only outside the villa, but also inside the villa, there is also yin qi wafting out. Soon, screams and cries for help were heard.

I looked at the monk.

The monk was motionless, his face still had the look of a bodhisattva, but he seemed to be a high-level bystander.

I shuddered.

This is a very different person from Aoba.

He decided to let the ghosts take revenge.

Only, what is this done for?

He didn't seem to be going to make a move...... In the original situation, the Buddha head of the green tea village was stolen, but there was no haunting or mass death.

I don't know if this change is good or bad.

Things have turned out beyond my expectations and out of my control.

The ghost standing in the doorway stepped out and headed for the old man.

The old man shouted in horror, shouting "It's not me", "It's Shao Qunying's idea!" It's Shao Qunying who wants to grab the tea mountain, I can't help it! Not me! It's not me! You go to Shao Qunying, you go to him! ”

The two juniors who were holding the old man had already left the old man behind and ran away.

The old man sat down on the ground and watched as the ghost stood in front of him and stretched out his hand to himself.

The blood that the ghost coughed up fell on the old man's head and face, and his intact hand grabbed the old man's neck, a little harder.

The old man's face had turned from pale to blue and then purple.

He struggled in vain.

The monk was in the mood to talk to me at this time, still in that storytelling tone, "This man should be Wang Liyan, who was originally the leader of a tea farmer group in Tongren, and was in charge of more than a dozen tea farmers. Before the fight between Tongren and Wanfu, Yang Yousheng and Shao Qunying, as the managers of two families in their prime, should have gathered people and made a plan. can incite the tea farmers on both sides to fight, and the fight is still inextricable, they should have promised their tea farmers to give them benefits after the fight. The families of those who died in that fight also deserve compensation and compensation. ”

These words, in the chaotic scene, only I heard.

"However, there was an accident at the time. That is, one of the Yang family's own family died. The Yang family took revenge on the Shao family, Shao Xiu was disfigured and committed suicide. During this period, the two families must have complained and disgusted their tea farmers. Tea farmers, at that time, should not stop there. But the whole thing seems to have been forgotten. Shao Xiu's death, not many people cared. ”

When the monk said this, the angry expression of King Kong appeared on his face again, "Their emotions have been suppressed. There is no hatred, the idea of revenge is lost. With a strange and tolerant attitude, reconciliation was reached and life continued as usual. ”

I realized that it might have been done by the monks in those Buddha statues.

They may have used their own strength to force down the matter.

But their power is not absolute, it is not a long period of brainwashing, and it is not comparable to the control of that new thing on people. Therefore, with that fight, the fire of the Shao family, and the suicide of Shao Xiu.

Just as I thought of Shao Xiu, I felt a chill pass by.

Shao Xiu walked past me, and I saw the scorched black scars in the wet hair. The scar seemed to be blistered, and it was particularly hideous.

There was no brilliance in Shao Xiu's eyes, so he walked over with water marks all the way.

Those people from the Yang family were trying to escape, so they panicked and ran towards Shao Xiu.

Shao Xiu raised his head slightly, and the man let out a frightened cry, tripped over himself, and fell to the ground.

Shao Xiu looked down at him.

The man screamed, covered his face, and rolled on the ground.

Shao Xiu looked at this expressionlessly for a while, then turned his head and looked at the back of a woman.

The woman seemed to have suddenly bumped into something, her head jerked back, and she lay on her back, blood gushing from her forehead.

The third victim was a child, held in his mother's arms, who was so frightened that he was crying at the top of his throat, when the cry suddenly disappeared, and the child waved his hands and spat water from his mouth.

His mother just screamed, and suddenly fell to her knees, her hands slowly losing strength, and she let go of the child, trembling all over.

Both mother and son had water on their bodies inexplicably. The liquid that came out of nowhere soaked them and gathered into a puddle beneath them.

The man who was rolling around smelled of burning, and there were burn marks on his face.

The woman with the broken head was already dying, and blood was constantly flowing out.

The mother and son are also gradually losing their vitality.

If the revenge against adults is because of the Yang family's evil act of setting fire to the Shao family, then what about children?

I couldn't help but extend my hand to Shao Xiu.

My hand was clasped.

The monk grabbed my wrist with incredible force on my fingers.

"The world has its own fate, and others should not interfere." The monk said a word.

"Fuck you!" I couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

Stealing the Buddha's head is for profit, and absorbing the power on the Buddha statue is also for profit. This is the direct cause of the current situation of the green tea house, and it can also be said that it is this monk who has single-handedly led to the current situation.

I don't care what tacit agreement he made with the monks who died many years ago, and the return of those souls trapped in the cracks can also be said to be a matter of course, or it can be called an opportunity to resolve this matter.

But I can't sit idly by as these ghosts kill people in front of me, as the monk said, to vent their anger.

That Yang Yousheng and Wang Liyan were "personal disputes", but Shao Xiu's revenge was over the line. She has lost her consciousness and only wants to kill everyone in the Yang family.

And throughout the city, I heard a myriad of sounds.

The city woke up from its sleep.

I heard what the monk said before, the voice of death.

It was not the sound of death coming, but the footsteps of death approaching.

I shook off the monk's hand and grabbed Shao Xiu's shoulder.

In an instant, before I could use my ability, I saw Shao Xiu and the monk's expressions change.

Shao Xiu's time has not been reversed. She didn't become that remnant state, and she didn't come back to life.

It was like a phantom being shattered, and the Shao Xiu I grabbed shattered into countless tiny powders and exploded.

I was stunned.

The monk, who was still trying to reach out to stop me, jerked backwards and stared at me warily.

This turned out to be a surprise to me. I was still wondering if there was something wrong with these ghosts running out of the cracks, and I felt the change in the scene around me.

I was sitting in a dilapidated room with a table in front of me. On the table was a newspaper with the headline "Green Tea House Haunted, Residents Fleeing" and the subtitle "Green Tea House Mysterious Deaths in One Night".

Newspapers seem to be the kind of tabloids that don't go into the limelight, specialize in the kind of "street literature" rather than the real news.

In addition to this headline, the other headlines are "Ancient Dynasty Secrets", "Top Ten Merry Emperors", "War Details You Don't Know" and other inappropriate content.

A hand was pressed on the table.

"I'm the one who raised the ......"

I was stunned.

This is the voice of a monk.

And the hand I saw slowly crumbled and disintegrated in my vision, turning into flying fragments.

I also suddenly woke up from my dream.

Good night everyone~

(End of chapter)