No matter how sharp the Wenwu sword of Ku Ding is, any woman would probably be a little scared when facing a bloody stone lion. So, when Fang Yuan handed Yu Wen the Wen sword that was a little bigger than a kitchen knife in her hand, Yu Wen didn't think much about it, and just caught it. She walked to the stone lion with a somewhat crazy expression, raised the knife and chopped it.

With the same click, Yu Wen's knife did not chop off Shi Lion's head like Fang Yuan did before. After he cut the knife, he cut the blade into the sword along Shi Lion's stamina and stopped halfway down, as if he was stuck inside.

“Huh?”

Yu Wen was a little surprised because the texture of this knife was very strange. He was ready to chop stones, but it really felt like he was chopping pork. Before he could even draw the knife quickly, he saw that the back of the cut stone lion began to seep bloody liquid from the back of the neck, and some even shot out directly, splashing Yu Wen's face.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying scene happened.

It was obviously just a stone lion, but Yu Wen clearly saw that the stone lion suddenly moved his eyes facing his side. He was standing on the side of the stone lion, and the eyes just shook for a moment, turned around and stared at him, as if he was alive all of a sudden.

Yu Wen's heart shrank and he swallowed deeply. He held the Wenwu sword tightly and pulled it out with his life. This force pulled the knife off the stone lion's neck, but it was sprayed with the liquid that said blood was not blood. He didn't care about it, and closed his eyes and chopped it up.

"Go to yours and give me my sister back."

Fear? Of course, I am afraid, but I have to do it. Although I was stared at by a stone lion, Yu Wen finally chopped off the stone lion's head with the second knife. The twisted stone lion's head fell to the ground, following the slope of the mountain in the darkness, and I don't know where to go.

At this point, Yu Wen took a breath. He reached out to wipe the liquid from his face, and some of it fell into his mouth, as if it was still sweet, but the sweetness was filled with the coldness of his heart.

Fang Yuan came over and handed Yu Wen a few tissues. When Yu Wen wiped it, she caught the knife in Yu Wen's hand. It was strange that before Yu Wen finished wiping, the blood-red liquid faded away and even quickly dissipated into the air.

"Let's go, I've chopped my head and go back."

Yu Wen didn't care about the surprise and took Fang Yuan back to meet with Ku Ding.

The Stone Lion was still exploring the previous stone lion, which was similar to the situation here. There were a lot of stone lions that had just flowed like blood, but now it was very clean. There was nothing strange except for losing its head.

"Mr. Ding, I found another stone lion. As you said, I also chopped my head."

Fang Yuan handed the Wenwu sword back to the Ku Ding. The Ku Ding took it, just nodded and muttered a few words from time to time. Fang Yuan was so close that she didn't hear it clearly, let alone Yu Wen.

The two of them didn't bother Ku Ding, so they stood beside him and waited until Ku Ding walked into the semi-finished villa in front of him for a while, and then he had the plan to continue moving forward.

"I always feel like I'm missing something, but I can't remember it. What is it?"

The Butcher who was walking in front of him talked to himself, and he didn't even look at the villa he passed by after that.

Most of the villas on Dongwangshan are built along the driveways built on the mountain. Although some of them have built their own small roads and drilled into the mountain, they are only a few buildings. Not only are they troublesome when they are built, but they are also a problem with water and electricity, let alone the cost. In addition to the so-called Feng Shui and having a treasure land, they are useless at all. The advantage is that the environment is better than the urban area.

The Buteng scoffed at these villa buildings. Without the interest in watching, he seemed to be thinking about something along the way, and he never stopped talking to himself. Yu Wen and Fang Yuan, who were following him, heard the strange sounds in his ears. After hearing too much, they got used to it.

After walking along the driveway for nearly twenty minutes, Ku Ding finally stopped in front of a villa that had been a bit old.

This villa has a yard, and the yard wall is covered with ivy. It is faintly laid out at night, and it looks like countless ghost claws swaying in the wind. The gate of the courtyard is not closed, and when you walk into it, it is a small garden in front of the house, and then it is a little European-style villa. You can tell that it is a popular style in the last century.

The door of the villa was also not closed, and the hole was open, as if waiting for the chef Ding and the others. There seemed to be some candlelight swaying in the room. You could barely see the luxurious and grand decoration of the hall, but in the center of the hall, the swaying candlelight was a vermilion-red coffin.

"Is it...is it here? Mr. Ding?"

Most people will stay away from things like coffins. Moreover, in a villa on the mountain that night, the vermilion coffin was too dazzling in the candlelight. The so-called "dry grave lights" are so sad that the gods are so sad that there is a coffin parked in this villa. It is almost the same if it is a dry grave.

"Well, didn't you see someone open the door to greet us?"

The bauding step into the villa with one foot, and the lights were bright in an instant. It seemed that someone helped the bauding turn on all the lights in the villa at this moment, allowing the bauding to see clearly the situation in the entire villa.

The villa should not be very big, two or three hundred square meters, but looking at the decorations in the living room, they are all expensive furniture and decorations, and some porcelain bottles are even older, but these furniture are covered with red double joys, as if someone is going to get married, and it creates an unusual weirdness with the coffin parked in the center.

There is a wide staircase in the living room leading to the second floor, and a long painting is opposite to the staircase. However, this painting realistically outlines a scene where a hundred ghosts carry a sedan chair and the ghost king is newly married. The ghost king in the painting has a single horn.

"Yu Wen, have you ever heard of corpse marriage?"

Yu Wen, who was following closely behind Ku Ding, was pulled tightly by Fang Yuan. He didn't answer, but just opened his mouth, not knowing what he wanted to say.

Not many people have heard of corpse marriage, but they generally have some understanding of Yin marriage.

Yin marriage is also called ghost marriage. In simple terms, it means finding a spouse for the dead, finally burying them together, becoming a couple, and burying them together. Corpse marriage is barely considered a kind of Yin marriage, but it is even more gloomy and harmful to virtue. It is said that it is a marriage of corpses, but the whole process is evil and evil. Some evil people even use corpse marriage to sacrifice to the evil gods.

After thinking about it, the Butcher Ding called Old Man Yuan, and he needed to prove something.

But... just after Ku Ding called, the phone ringtone came upstairs. The real lady was online for helping you find a book to chat with you. Please wait for WeChat/mail/search/hot hot online articles or rdww444 to wait for you to flirt~
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