The narrow cement road has some cracks caused by disrepair. The low bungalows on both sides of the road have been illegally built, and each building occupies a public road of varying sizes. The people standing on the street are dressed in a bit rustic, with their clothes and faces as gray as this road.

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

A middle-aged man got out of the car, wearing a fisherman's hat, dressed like a middle-aged man sitting by the river fishing. He greeted people with a smile and asked about the road.

The person being asked spoke in dialect, which made people unable to understand the content at all.

The middle-aged man was not embarrassed, but still smiled and asked for the second one.

After asking three people, he seemed to realize that he could not find a result, so he sighed and gave up.

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

A young young man smiled and said in a standard Mandarin, "You are not allowed to leave just like this when you arrive here. Take out the valuable things on you." He said, taking out a folding knife from his pocket.

Everyone around was watching the fun, just waiting to see the middle-aged man begging for mercy.

The middle-aged man was surprised and laughed and laughed. He put his hands in his pocket and found something.

It was a wooden stake with a short finger length and slightly thicker than the fingers.

The young man looked at him twice, then looked back at his brothers, and burst into laughter together.

People around him also smiled and pointed.

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

No blood was seen at once.

The young man was still unable to recover, and the people around him were still laughing.

The young man looked down at his chest.

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

With a bang, the young man fell down.

The people around were in an uproar and were about to rush up in anger.

The young people surrounding the car moved the fastest. But they only took two steps, and the one who fell to the ground supported the ground with both hands, stood upside down, and kicked the two people's heads with their legs.

The middle-aged man pinched his hands and his lips twitched.

The villagers were in chaos and shouting in a mess.

The young man with a wooden stake in his chest was open with his eyes open, and the darkness of his eyes spread to the whites of his eyes, and his body became extremely powerful. With a casual wave of his hand, he could slap his head out like a ball.

He gradually grew green hair on his body, and his whole body was transforming towards the monster.

The fangs in his mouth grew out, piercing the shoulders of the person in front of him, and biting most of the other person's body.

The nails in his hand became longer and he suddenly scratched the person at hand into a strip of rags.

This murderous style is similar to the ghost raised by Sister Hei, and is extremely cruel and violent.

The monster had no yin energy, only the smell of rotten meat.

Someone wanted to attack the middle-aged man, but the middle-aged man flexibly avoided it. The monster jumped and stepped on the attacker under his feet, and his head exploded.

Others want to run away.

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, each with fangs and sharp claws, which became more thorough than the young man, and could no longer see their original form. A head was exposed on their wooden stakes on their chests, and the rest were covered with hair.

This unilateral massacre.

Middle-aged people stood in the center of the massacre.

Those monsters smelled humans and would run into the house. Screams came from 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 relaxed either.

When all the wails subsided, the monsters gathered around the middle-aged man, squatted on the road, climbed on the roof wall, staring at the middle-aged man with pure black eyes, and a bloodthirsty light was faintly visible in his eyes.

The middle-aged man shouted loudly.

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

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 and penetrated into the ground and walls.

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

"This trip is hard. I have to ask Sister Hei to charge more money." He said, and called.

The phone is connected.

"Sister Hei, I've done it. I've killed all the people in this village. I've paid a lot. You have to give enough money. What old rules are you? The old rules are to solve one or two people for you. This time it's a village, dozens of people. You didn't say it before, and I'm just a left-behind village, a few old ladies. There are too many people in this place. Oh, okay, okay... I can't compare to your five-color sect, and I don't worry about cause and effect. My method of refining living people is too harmful to the world. The above generations were struck by lightning, and there were no corpses left. Hey, I have to consider myself. Save enough money and I'll stop. Your money, hey... Then I'll wait for you to transfer money... Well, it's almost done. Well, in the future... I'll teach my apprentice, let him contact you. OK, okay. Goodbye."

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

"It's so fucking bad. Alas, it's still easy to raise ghosts, it's easy to make money by taking business..."

The middle-aged man reached out to get the water bottle beside him.

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

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

The owner of the convenience store sat in the passenger seat.

The middle-aged man held the water bottle with his outstretched hand, and he stared at it.

The middle-aged man Gudu drank two sips of water, twisted the bottle cap, and started the car.

Several ghosts came in in the car at this time.

They stuffed them in the carriage, climbed outside the carriage, and surrounded the cars.

The middle-aged man hummed a song and drove slowly out. The car ran over the corpse on the ground and bumped a little.

The middle-aged man muttered, "Please... I'm going to kill a village... I won't be caught, right? There seems to be no camera here. Well... go to his mother. When the money is paid, I will go abroad. If I want to catch it, I can't catch it abroad."

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

He cursed a few more words, muttering, "I'm losing a lot", "I should ask for something more".

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

Mo Xiaoling suddenly came to her senses.

"Mo Xiaoling." Azhuang shouted.

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

"No, I have to... leave now!" Mo Xiaoling said in a panic.

"What's wrong?" Azhuang asked.

"This is Sanghua Township, right? You have to go quickly! I saw it! They have become ghosts!" Mo Xiaoling shouted.

With this sound, strange laughter sounded around.

I felt a stream of yin energy coming out from both sides, like bamboo shoots after rain, or like wild grass in spring, growing wildly, from nothing to something, but in just a short moment.

"Sister Hei..." A Zhuang shouted, his voice trembling.
Chapter completed!