"Chickens, ducks, geese, dogs, cows, sheep, cicadas......" The ghost cried word by word, and every time he said a word, the eyes of the surrounding villagers widened.

The village chief couldn't help it, and hurriedly asked, "How do you know?"

"How do I know. Ghost Cry gritted his teeth and sneered: "Guess." ”

The village chief was a little impatient, but the handle was in the hands of Ghost Cry, and Ghost Cry had the ability to resist and prevent himself from being sucked into the world in the painting, which made him at a loss, so he had to be patient and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"I want to know who hid those kids in there. ”

"It's us. The village chief said.

The ghost crying heart became colder and colder, the blood boiled more and more, his eyes began to be congested, and there seemed to be fire burning in his pupils, he gritted his teeth and said, "Tell me more details." ”

The village chief came one by one, and they took advantage of the peculiarity of the world in the painting, hollowed out the animals, and then stuffed the children into them, and sewed them up one by one, but some of the animals were too small to fit, so they tried to chop the children into pieces and put them separately.

"Why do you want to do this?"

Faced with the question of ghost crying, the village chief no longer answered, but said: "There is an agreement, but you can't say it." ”

The ghost cry could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and roared loudly: "You just bear it like this?"

"It's your business!" One of the villagers couldn't hold back any longer, pointed at the ghost's crying nose and scolded: "It's our baby, how we do it, it's our business, what are you chirping." ”

The ghost cry's face turned cold, and the other villagers hurriedly dragged the man down, and the village chief played a round game: "Don't get angry, don't get angry, everyone has something to say, something to say!"

appeased a group of villagers, and then the village chief smiled and cried to the ghost: "This uncle, hero, you'd better leave this matter alone, because it's not up to you to take care of it." Having said that, the fairyland in this painting is really beautiful, we have been in it for several years, every year the wind and rain are smooth, the grain is abundant, there is endless strength every day, and we can fly at will, and at the same time we don't have to worry about encountering danger, and the life span can be extended, almost infinite, why don't you come in too. ”

Faced with the invitation of the village chief, the ghost cried and shook his head and refused: "Fairyland in the painting? Heh, how can there be such a beautiful thing in this world, such a treasure, why do people give it to you for free? What is the price to pay, why don't you say it." ”

The villagers looked ugly and stopped talking. Ghost Cry snorted coldly: "Incorrigible." ”

"No!"

The villagers shouted in unison and rushed towards Oniwai, and they saw that Oniwai's hand holding the hilt of the knife suddenly exerted force, piercing the painting with a single sword.

Outside, the overlapping phantoms were crumbling, first on the edges, but soon spreading across the village.

The old village chief rushed the fastest, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed in front of Ghost Cry.

However, in an instant, his body collapsed, along with the group of villagers.

In the midst of a ghost crying wolf, a group of villagers dissipated without a trace.

Tick, tick, tick, tick......

Drops of red blood dripped from the knife and fell onto the desk.

When Ghost Cry pulled out the knife, blood gushed out from the breach.

Then, cracks appeared in the wall.

Click, click, click......

Something seems to be shattering little by little.

The big black horse felt threatened and paced uneasily.

Rumble!

The roof of the ancestral hall was blown away by blood, and in the midst of a bloody wind and rain, the big black horse rushed out of the ancestral hall with a ghost cry.

"Ahhhhh......h

The baby's cry resounded throughout the village in the night.

Then the whole village quickly withered and decayed, and the earth swelled, as if something was rising from the ground.

It's the roots of a tree, the roots that wriggle like snakes, at least the thickness of an adult's thigh. They burst out of the ground and stirred the earth wildly.

Butterflies turned into ghost butterflies with eyes, sparrows turned into rotting skeleton birds, frogs in the fields, and mice in the ground began to change drastically.

Something, dragged by the roots of the tree, crawled out of the ground.

Chickens, ducks, cows, geese, sheep, dogs......

Skinless brutes crawled out of the ground with big bellies. They raised their heads to the sky and roared, giving birth to one cub after another, including chickens, ducks and geese that were supposed to lay eggs, and they also laid cubs, not eggs.

There was a rain of blood in the sky, and under the moisture of the blood rain, the bodies of these equally skinless cubs expanded and grew up rapidly, and in the process of growing up, they also underwent distortion and began to grow into all kinds of strange appearances.

One hand scratched through the wall, and soon, countless hands broke through the wall, and then, the ancestral hall that spewed blood collapsed. Countless skeletal villagers rushed out of it, letting out a cry of despair.

They swarmed, squeezed out the pillars of blood, and ran wildly, chasing the ghosts and crying away.

Finally, a Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe with a face like a crown of jade walked out of the pillar of blood, his brows furrowed.

Finally, the earth that was constantly spewing blood columns dried up, and the blood pillars revealed a huge circular hollow.

The Taoist priest crouched down and looked at the painting on the ground that was torn to pieces, and his heart ached so much that he couldn't breathe.

This painting was once used by the ancestor of the Earth Immortal to suppress the Zhenyuan Great Immortal. Later, he went to the outer heavens, and once he was gone, the painting remained.

With the passage of time, in the consumption with Zhenyuan Daxian, the grade of this painting dropped again and again, and finally lost the effect of suppressing Zhenyuan Daxian and became a special treasure in Zhenyuan Daxian's collection.

This Taoist priest was rewarded by Zhenyuan Daxian for his meritorious service and got this painting. This painting is so easy to use, so that he cultivated three ginseng fruits very smoothly, and successfully ripened two of them, this is the fourth ginseng fruit, but he didn't think about it, and suddenly a ghost cried, and he was reimbursed by a knife.

The Taoist priest trembled with anger, tugged at the broken painting tightly, and looked at the direction where the ghost cried and left with blood-red eyes: "You, you can't live." ”

The earth trembled, and at the mouth of the cave a strange tree rose from the ground, bearing a fruit like a baby, with a navel to a branch.

The baby cried loudly, and the Taoist priest quickly stood up, stuck the dust behind him, and then stretched out his hands, took off the baby, held it in his arms, and cared for it in a low voice.

In the midst of the rain of blood, the ghost cried on the back of the horse, and watched the village around him continue to decay, revealing its true face, and a feeling of disgust came to his heart.

Suddenly there was nothing under him, and the ghost cry was thrown into the air, and he watched the big black horse fall to the ground with a big mouthful, and then vomited heavily.

Bang!

Ghost Cry fell to the ground and rolled a few times before stopping. Before he could get up, his stomach churned, and then he couldn't help but start vomiting.

There was something wrong with the rice, and the chicken.

Looking at the decaying and withering around them, those animals either turned into dried corpses or bloody skeletons, Ghost Cry had a guess in his heart.

The sound of continuous footsteps came to my ears, and the villagers rushed over with a roar, and the ghost cried and gave himself a knife, wiped his mouth, and rushed over with the knife.