The old drunkard and the monk Wujing guessed what the ghost was going to do, and hurriedly got out of the way, after all, they were still far away.

Ghost Cry took a deep breath and slashed down.

The snow-white blade easily sliced through the high bulging belly.

Then, red and green unidentified objects erupted through the wound along with yellow pus.

Devil Cry dodged away in an instant, and the splatters were gone.

The stench spread, and the three of you also made a nose, and said at the same time: "It stinks!"

Ghost Cry looked at his knife, his face became bitter, and turned to the old drunkard, who looked at the ghost who came over and cried: "What are you doing?"

Ghost Cry suddenly took a shot, and ripped off a patch on the old drunkard's body, and the sound of tearing clothes sounded, and he used this cloth to wipe the blade carefully to make sure that there was no stain on it, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

The old drunkard was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the hole that was exposed after there was no patch on his body, and scolded: "You kid, why don't you tear your clothes, is it easy for the old beggar to make a patch?"

Ghost Cry pouted: "My clothes are good, but they are more expensive than your clothes." ”

He walked into the woods, broke off a branch, pinched his nose and picked up those inexplicable objects on the ground, this time to check. The other two gathered around and watched from a few paces away.

"Mouses, leaves, poisonous snakes, centipedes......" Ghost Cry identified them one by one, and it was hard to imagine how he ate these things.

"Ate ghost food. The old drunkard's face was gloomy: "Those ghosts tricked him into eating ghost food, these ghosts died because of the plague before they were born, so if they eat their ghost food, they will naturally be infected with the plague." It's just not clear if he died of the plague or if he was killed by himself. ”

Monk Wujing said: "No matter what, we first figured out one thing, the purpose of these ghosts, they don't want to be ghosts, they want to change careers to be corpse demons. If they really succeed, maybe a village corpse demon will appear. ”

Although ghosts can fly to the sky and have all kinds of wonderful abilities, compared to the corpse demons who also have various restrictions, they still don't have so many restrictions and are extremely bloodthirsty.

Suddenly a large group of corpse demons appeared in this place, and they were corpse demons with plague, what the consequences would be, I dare not imagine.

As a result, the old drunkard became even more determined to eradicate this place.

He whispered, "We have to hurry up and try to solve it completely before dawn, otherwise, there will be trouble." ”

"Okay, without further ado. "Devil Cry also knows how much harm it will cause if this group of ghosts really succeeds.

The three of them bypassed the corpse and walked quickly, soon reaching the entrance of the village. There was silence at the entrance to the village, and the doors were closed.

The old drunkard sneered: "Hide and it's over?"

Turning his head, he said to Monk Wujing, "Wujing, it's up to you." ”

"Amitabha, the poor monks will transcend for them. Monk Wujing folded his hands, shook his robe, and sat down cross-legged. Take out a wooden fish, chant the sutra softly, and then tap it gently.

Kiss!

This knock seems to be knocking on the heart. Ghost Cry felt that the whole person was floating, and he woke up in an instant, and looked at the big bald head sitting on the ground in disbelief, this monk, what a powerful Taoist.

The ghosts cry like this, and the ghosts that are more restrained are even more miserable.

The entire village emitted countless black smoke. Everything around, like reflections in the water, twists in undulating ripples. All the illusions are beginning to reveal their reality. Countless wails reverberated over the village.

Dozens of figures rushed out of the village, with strange illusions on them, as if two people were overlapping each other. It's true that they overlap together, but it's better than being together to be a ghost and a corpse.

"Stop them!" the old drunkard took off the wine gourd, tied it with a long thin iron chain, and with a "boom", the wine gourd burst into flames.

The old drunkard dragged the chain, shook the burning wine gourd round and round, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't let them disturb Wujing." ”

"Leave it to me!"

Ghost Cry stepped forward, licked his lips, held knives in both hands, blocked the front of the two, faced the ghosts rushing towards him, and whispered, "Thirty-four." ”

He remembered very well that there were thirty-two of them that blocked him in the courtyard, and later there were three of them blocked at the intersection, and one had been solved by Monk Wujing, so there were still thirty-four.

The number is a bit large and a bit troublesome.

Kiss!

The wooden fish was knocked again, and the ghosts attached to the corpse twisted violently and let out a wail.

This is the moment!

The wind is up!

The ghost cried and shouted, kicked his feet, the dirt flew up, and he swooped out.

A silver light flashed across the night sky, and the ghost cried and passed by a ghost.

The ghosts recovered from the sound of the wooden fish, and when they saw the ghosts crying rushing forward, they attacked without hesitation.

As soon as the axe was raised, the arm was cut off with a single sword.

The arm gripped the axe and swirled to the ground. Before he could react to his stunned loss of his arm, the knife had stabbed him in the throat.

Plasma squirted, and he covered his throat hard, making a "gurgling" sound in his mouth, and constantly spitting out blood blisters.

It seems that there is not much difference between weakness and people, and those who should be killed still have to die.

And at this moment, the corpse that passed by the ghost cry broke off at the waist, and the red, yellow, and green colors mixed together and erupted.

"Thirty-two. Ghost Cry pulled back as he counted the numbers, and a dung fork stabbed out of the diagonal thorn and stabbed a hollow.

Drawing the knife, picking and chopping, the evil moon soared into the sky, and the wooden pole of the dung fork was cut off with a knife.

The ghost cried and retreated, and an axe slashed into the dirt at his feet. Because this person used too much force, his body leaned forward violently, and such a human head was pleasing to the eye.

An arrow step flashed to his side in an instant.

Then, the long knife raised in high slashed down.

The flesh and bones were cut off with a sharp knife, the fracture was extremely smooth, and the texture inside was clearly visible, showing a perfect cross-section.

Dou Da's head rolled to the ground, and the severed neck looked like a broken water pipe, and under the pressure, blood gushed out. Along with the gushing out, there is also the mess that eats into the stomach.

Ghost Cry calmly lowered his head and flashed a flying scythe, and said, "Thirty-one." ”

A flame fell from the sky, and one of the ghosts crying in the middle wanted to sneak up on the ghosts, knocking the ghosts to the ground, and in the flames, a phantom flew away, leaving behind a burning corpse.

That flame is actually a burning wine gourd. The old drunkard dragged back the wine gourd, and his originally cloudy eyes were shining at the moment, staring at the group of ghosts without blinking.

Ghost Cry glanced at it and said softly, "Thirty." ”