Bang, bang

Li Xun stumbled back and sat on the ground, while Meng Li on the side fell to the ground, unable to help but let out a muffled groan and slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing Li Xun who was in a mess and sitting aside, Meng Li's eyes were a little puzzled, and then he seemed to remember something, turning over and making a defensive gesture.

Seeing Meng Li's expression in his eyes, Li Xun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, a little puzzled expression appeared between his eyebrows.

The evil spirit just now was so little that he could swallow the two of them, but he ran away suddenly, and nothing was wrong.

"Is there anything more terrifying than that old farmer?

Thinking of this, Li Xun's whole body became cold and he instinctively looked around.

Night had already fallen, and it was dark all around. You could see dug tomb pits everywhere in the valley. There was no such thing as to scare the old farmer away.

"Li Xun, where is the evil spirit?"

Meng Li's consciousness was still at the moment when he was possessed by the little boy. When the little boy was killed by the Yellow Turban Strongman, Meng Li did not wake up until she fell to the ground and fell hard before she woke up.

If the two of them were really swallowed by the old farmer just now, Meng Lixiang would not suffer any pain and would be swallowed up in a coma.

"Escape!"

Li Xun stood up and looked around with caution. Meng Li was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then said in shock: "What, you ran away, did you beat him away?"

After curling his lips, Li Xun said, "Do you know that the old ghost is very likely to be an evil spirit in the Yangshen realm. I just want to beat him away?"

As he said that, Li Xun said to Meng Li: "Just just now, if it weren't for the fact that the evil spirit was scared away, we had been swallowed by him now."

While they were talking, Li Xun and Meng Li had already reached the center of the valley. There was a dark place in front of them. Hundreds of Hanjialing people were still kneeling on the ground.

In the big pit in the middle, an evil-suppressing coffin was quietly located in the pit. However, when he saw the evil-suppressing coffin, both Li Xun and Meng Li opened their eyes wide and their faces were full of horror.

The originally flashing spiritual talismans on the evil-suppressing coffin all dimmed one by one, and there were even traces of blood from the night watchman. That's fine. As long as the evil-suppressing coffin has not been opened, it will be difficult for the evil spirits sealed in it to escape.

"Who... who opened the evil-suppressing coffin!"

Meng Li's voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes were full of solemnity.

The cover of the evil-suppressing coffin slid open most of the time, and it was clearly opened by someone. No wonder Li Xun and Meng Li were so shocked when they saw this scene.

"Walk!"

Li Xun didn't know what he thought of, his face looked extremely ugly, and he pulled Meng Li and turned around and left.

A stone kicked away from his feet. Not far from the middle of the stone, the body of a Hanjialing people was scattered all over the ground like sand.

Seeing this, Li Xun kicked more than a dozen stones away, and each stone hit a Hanjialing citizen. As a result, every body that was hit was scattered all over the ground as before.

"This...what's going on!"

Meng Li looked at this scene in shock, and Li Xun quickly walked out and said, "What else can happen? Apart from the existence in the evil-suppressing coffin, who do you think can do this?"

As his eyes narrowed, Li Xun grabbed the coffin that he placed on the ground, pushed it open, and saw that Han Xiaolan's body had turned into a piece of gravel-like ashes. If the ashes were not for the human form, he would have thought Han Xiaolan had run away.

Meng Li noticed Li Xun's expression and couldn't help but look at it. He couldn't help but grab his own magic coffin and opened it. It was also a pool of gravel-like ashes.

“Qu…”

The crow's chirping came, and the night wind blew, and the two felt a bone-permeable chill all over their bodies. They looked at each other as if there was something terrifying behind them, and they flew away from Hanjialing with a coffin on their backs.

The heat in his chest had disappeared, but Li Xun kept running for a cup of tea. After all, the two of them had already embarked on the road of cultivation. After running with all their might, they looked up and saw a towering city wall ahead.

Above the city gate, the three big words Fengchi County made the two of them feel certain, and they completely calmed their minds from the previous suspicious fear.

Meng Li gasped slightly and looked at the gate of Fengchi County: "I finally escaped!"

Li Xun nodded, but his attention turned to the strange tattoo on his chest. When his thoughts moved, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

Some of Han Xiaolan's most memorable deeds emerged one by one. Li Xun had already had experience and watched Han Xiaolan walk out of Hanjialing and enter Yan's family as a maid, serving the side of the Yan family.

Li Xun didn't care too much, because Han Xiaolan had no twists and turns in her life, so the picture jumped very quickly. Even Li Xun was a little absent-minded, but suddenly the picture changed.

Outside the door of a boudoir, Han Xiaolan stood carefully with a bowl of tweed porridge, and was about to push the door into the room, but suddenly she heard an old man's voice coming from the room.

"Old woman...it's time..."

Han Xiaolan was shocked and almost threw out the tremite porridge in her hand. She was curious and quietly lay down at the crack in the door and looked into the room.

I saw my lady sitting upright in the boudoir, just like a clay man, still moving. An old farmer squatted beside him, holding a cigarette pole in his hand. Needless to say, the old voice came from the mouth of the old farmer squatting beside him.

Seeing this scene, Han Xiaolan's eyes widened. She never thought that such a stranger would run out of her lady's boudoir.

It's okay. The next moment, Han Xiaolan almost fainted from fear. She saw a head suddenly appearing behind the neck of the Yan family, who was sitting there, which was a white-haired old woman. There were only a few teeth left in the old woman's mouth, and blood-colored flesh was vaguely wrapped around her teeth. As her mouth opened, fishy yellow water stains flowed along the corners of her mouth.

Han Xiaolan couldn't help but tremble her teeth and gritted her teeth to leave, but before she could turn around, a bone-broken hand was placed on her shoulder behind her.

"Xiaolan, go to the dyeing workshop!"

When he arrived here, Han Xiaolan's memory scene came to an abrupt end. Obviously, when he arrived here, Han Xiaolan was dead, so naturally he had no memory.

A little shock flashed in Li Xun's eyes. Although the encounter with Han Jialing made Li Xun vaguely guess that the fire in Yan's dyeing workshop was not simple, he never expected that there was such a secret in the memory of the maid of the Yan family.

In addition to the evil spirits that looked like an old farmer, there was an evil spirit hidden in the Yan family and attached to the Yan family's lady.
Chapter completed!