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Narrow concrete roads, some cracks caused by disrepair. The low-rise bungalows on both sides of the road have been illegally erected, each occupying a public road of various sizes. The people standing on the street were dressed in rustic clothes, and their clothes, heads and faces were as gray as the road.

The man standing at the door of the shop leaned against the door frame and looked at the car on the road.

A middle-aged man in the car, wearing a fisherman's hat, was dressed like a middle-aged man sitting by the river fishing. He greeted people with a smile and asked for directions.

The person being questioned spoke in a dialect that was not understood at all.

The middle-aged man was not embarrassed, still with a smile on his face, and then asked the second one.

After asking three people, he seemed to realize that he couldn't ask a result, sighed, and gave up.

He was about to get in the car and leave, but his car was surrounded.

A young hippie stepped forward with a smile on his face and said in standard Mandarin, "When you come to us, it's not okay to just leave." Take out the valuable things on your body. As he spoke, he pulled a folding knife out of his pocket.

The people around were watching the excitement, as if they were waiting to see the scene of the middle-aged man begging for mercy.

The middle-aged man was surprised, laughed, put his hands in his pockets, and felt for something.

It was a stake, the length of a finger, slightly thicker than a finger.

The young man looked twice, then looked back at his brother, and laughed together.

The people around him also smiled and pointed.

The middle-aged man was not angry, raised his hand high, and thrust the nail in his hand into the young man's chest as fast as lightning.

At this moment, there was no blood.

The young man was still a little unconscious, and the people around him were still laughing.

The young man looked down at his chest.

The stake on his chest was sucking the blood, turning from light to dark.

With a bang, the young man fell.

The people around were in an uproar, and they were about to rush forward in anger.

The little ones who were surrounding the car were the fastest. But they only rushed two steps, and the one who fell to the ground supported the ground with both hands, stood upside down, and directly kicked the heads of two people with his legs.

The middle-aged man pinched the trick in his hand, and his lips moved.

The villagers were in confusion and shouting in a mess.

The young man with a stake on his chest had his eyes open, the darkness of his eyes spreading to the whites of his eyes, and his body became so powerful that with a wave of his hand, he could shoot a person's head out like a ball.

Cyan stiff hairs gradually grew on his body, and his whole person was transforming in the direction of the monster.

The fangs in his mouth grew out and pierced the shoulder of the person in front of him, biting most of the opponent's body.

The nails in his hands grew long, and all of a sudden they cut the people in hand into strips of rags.

This kind of murderous style is similar to the ghost raised by Sister Hei, both of which are extremely cruel and violent.

There was no yin energy on that monster, only the stench of rotting flesh.

Someone wanted to attack the middle-aged man, but the middle-aged man was able to dodge it nimbly. With a single jump, the monster trampled the attacker under his feet and burst his head.

Others want to escape.

They rushed out along the road, but were torn apart by the monsters that rushed out of the intersection.

The monsters had green and red hair, all with fangs and claws, and they had become more thorough than the young people, and they could no longer see their original human form. The stake on their chest shows one of their heads, and the rest of them are covered in hair.

This one-sided massacre.

The middle-aged man stood in the center of the massacre.

Those monsters smell people and run into the house. Screams came from inside the house.

The middle-aged man was unmoved, only the sweat oozing from his forehead and his slightly trembling body proved that he was not easy either.

When all the wailing subsided, the monsters gathered around the middle-aged man, squatting on the road and crawling on the roof wall, staring at the middle-aged man with pure black eyes, and there was a faint bloodthirsty light in his eyes.

The middle-aged man shouted.

With just a few bangs, the stakes in the monsters' bodies burst open. The monsters roared, but fell to the ground powerlessly.

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his head, and slowly walked towards the car.

The monsters on the ground gradually turned into blood, seeping into the ground and walls.

The middle-aged man opened the car door, got into the car, and sighed.

"It's been a hard trip. I have to find Sister Hei to charge some more money. He said as he made a phone call.

The phone is connected.

"Sister Hei, I've got it. I killed all the people in this village. I've paid a lot. You've got to pay enough money. What an old rule. The old rule is to solve one or two people for you, but this time it's a village, dozens of people. You didn't say it before, I should be a left-behind village, a few old men and old women. There are too many people in this place. Hey, okay, okay...... I'm not as good as you five-color factions, and I don't worry about cause and effect. My method of refining the living is too hurtful, and the above generations have been directly hacked to death by thunder, and there are no corpses left. Hey, I'm going to think about myself too. Save enough money and I'll stop. You this one, hehe...... Then I'll wait for you to send the money. …… Well, almost. Well, later...... I'm going to teach my apprentice, so let him contact you. OK, OK. See you soon. ”

The middle-aged man smiled, hung up the phone, and scolded again.

"It's fucking black. Alas, it's still easy to raise ghosts, and it's easy to make money in business......"

The middle-aged man reached for the water bottle next to him.

He doesn't seem to have yin and yang eyes.

At this time, there were already several ghosts sitting in the car.

The owner of the shop was sitting in the passenger seat.

The middle-aged man reached out and grabbed the water bottle, and he stared.

The middle-aged man took two sips of water, screwed the cap, and started the car.

Inside the car, several ghosts came in at this time.

They were crammed into the carriage, climbed outside the carriage, and surrounded the carriage.

The middle-aged man hummed a song and drove out slowly. The car ran over the corpses on the ground and jolted slightly.

The middle-aged man muttered, "Troublesome...... Kill a village...... You won't get caught, will you? There doesn't seem to be a camera here. Well...... Fuck it. When the money arrives, Lao Tzu will go abroad, and he can't catch him abroad. ”

The middle-aged man coughed twice and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He cursed a few more words, muttering "It's a big loss", "I should ask for more" or something.

The car went all the way away, and with a cart of ghosts, disappeared at the end of the road.

Mo Xiaoling suddenly came back to her senses.

"Mo Xiaoling." Ah Zhuang shouted.

Mo Xiaoling's body trembled, and her body was soaked with sweat.

"No, yes, right away...... Come on! Mo Xiaoling said in a hurry.

"What's wrong?" Zhuang asked.

"This is Sanghua Township, right? Gotta go! I see it! They've become ghosts! Mo Xiaoling shouted.

With this voice, an eerie strange laughter rang out all around.

I felt a stream of yin qi coming out from both sides, like mushrooms after a rain, and like spring weeds, growing wildly, from nothing, but in a short moment.

"Sister Hei......" Ah Zhuang shouted, his voice trembling.

"Xiaoling, I'll teach you now, you remember ......" Sister Hei's voice was unexpectedly calm, and she began to explain the method of refining ghosts in an orderly manner.