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Chapter 601 Green Corpse Road

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    Among the painful groans, there were curses in shock and anger.

    I couldn't help turning my head back, just in time to see Fang Tangming being slapped flying by Mao Yuanyang, and a dagger was firmly pierced through Mao Yuanyang's shoulder, bleeding profusely.

    Not only Mao Yuanyang, but a dozen or so other Taoist priests were also defenseless. They were either stabbed by daggers or short blades, and some were directly pierced through the heart

    This seemed to be a signal. Seven or eight members of the Qi family had just been tied up, and almost all the rest of the people jumped up, led by Qi Mou, shouting sharply: "Kill them, and then run away! If you are caught, you will either spend your life in prison, or you will die.  Already!"

    The arena suddenly became chaotic again.

    What's even more strange is that the injured Taoist priests looked as dull as those Feng Shui masters.

    The mahogany sword and bronze sword in his hand pierced into the body of his companion with his backhand

    There was a lot of screams, and they bumped so fast that no one could react.

    "Mao Yuanyang is self-willed. You can't control him. The most important thing is here. If you solve it here, the troubles outside will stop!" Zhang Er's voice rang from his ear again.

    I took a deep breath and tried my best to retract my eyes and thoughts.

    The eyes turned to look into the room, and there was a bronze bell hanging on the right side of the room!

    I don't know whether this clock has been in the Wang family for a long time, or it was just moved here.

    Below the bell was a mortuary garment, which was laid flat on the ground. It was white in itself, but it seemed to have turned yellowish due to the light.  Next to it is a dense row of incense, and these incense are also white, indescribably permeating and weird.

    "A person, a soul, and a stick of incense. The incense leads ghosts, and the evil spirits are enshrined."

    Zhang Jiuliang murmured: "I see."

    He suddenly squatted down, took out a lighter in his hand, and lit a stick of incense.

    A thin stream of white smoke floated up, visible to the naked eye, this white smoke actually drifted into the courtyard

    It floated over the head of a villager closest to the ear chamber, and suddenly the villager flopped forward.

    During this period, the ignited incense burns rapidly, and soon reaches the root

    Following the fall of the villagers, at the same time as the plop sounded, a handprint appeared strangely on the mortuary clothes!

    The handprint is bright red, as if soaked in blood.

    But just for a moment, it disappeared again, as if all this was an illusion.

    There was also a buzzing sound coming from my body, so I quickly took out the compass and took a look.

    The pointer spins rapidly, endlessly!

    "Uncle Zhang, are you helping him collect his soul?" I asked in surprise.

    Turning the needle is the entry of evil, lingering grievances, a villager who fell down, and the palm print in a trance. This series of things immediately made me think, Zhang Er is collecting souls?  !

    Looking fixedly at Zhang Er, sweat broke out on my forehead.

    "It's irreversible. The villagers have already broken their corpses. Either let the outsiders beat them all to pieces, or collect their souls, but there is one difference. The collection of souls should be arranged by the old man, or the relatives.  Someone from the family will complete it, and the funeral clothes of these evil spirits should be taken by the old man, and used against you at that time."

    "Now it's us who are collecting souls, and he's done nothing!"

    Zhang Er continued to light incense sticks one by one.

    There was more sweat on my forehead, and big drops fell down, not just on my forehead, but the sweat on my back seemed to soak my clothes.

    As the incense was lit and burned out, the kneeling villagers fell to the ground one by one, and the white funeral clothes under the bell gradually turned blood.

    Even if the palm prints passed away in an instant, it still changed the color of the funeral clothes because of too many.

    What depresses me is, what should we do with this funeral garment when we get it?  The souls of so many villagers, so many people died in this entire village

    It was as if a boulder had been pressed against my chest, and my breathing was a little difficult.

    Most of the villagers fell down, and in the end there were still twelve villagers kneeling and sitting in the center.

    Their facial expressions seemed to have changed, becoming extremely ferocious, with wide-open eyes that could not rest in peace.

    And the Qi family, Taoist priests, and Feng Shui masters are already fighting fiercely.

    At least a dozen members of the Qi family fell to the ground, convulsing continuously.

    Seven or eight Taoist priests also fell down. As for the ten Feng Shui masters headed by Fang Tangming, all fell down, and they did not know whether they were dead or alive.

      It is impossible for Taoist priests to kill ordinary people from the Qi family.

    However, when the Feng Shui master bumped into the ghost, and the Taoist priest bumped into it together, they struck a lot harder, killing each other with knives.

    The only one who was not so embarrassed was Mao Yuanyang. He was only pierced through the shoulder, and half of his clothes were stained red with blood.

    The Maotao Sword in his hand exudes a faint black reflection.

    Beside him, there are three Taoist priests, these three people have dull faces, but they slashed at him with swords!

    Mao Yuanyang's eyes clearly flashed a trace of pain, whoever was besieged by his disciples would have a better mentality.

    "There are still 12 villagers confiscated, and there are 12 other people who are quarrelsome. Mao Yuanyang has learned to be smart. If he knocks down a disciple, the one who rams him will be replaced by another one. So he is delaying time, but the remaining 9  One person, plus so many members of the Qi family, is enough to consume them all to death."

    Zhang Er also looked outside, shook his head and sighed.

    I noticed that there are still twelve sticks of incense next to the funeral clothes.

    "These twelve incense sticks are not ignitable. Now they have someone's life in their hands, and they are even more fierce. They don't want to be taken away." Zhang Er continued.

    "Then what should we do, break their souls away?" I asked hoarsely.

    Zhang Er frowned, and he was silent for a moment before he said: "I thought that I might be able to treat the other person in the same way. These villagers certainly hate you and think you are harmful after being bumped into, but  Now the twelve outside, of course they know that it is not you, if they can be safely put in, this shroud can be used for themselves, and used to deal with that old man."

    "It is only useful if you accept them. If you don't accept them, you will have to destroy this shroud. It's a pity"

    These words made my heart beat wildly even more. Yes, if the villagers knew that it was not me who killed them, but the old man, then there would be no threat to me.

    We didn't have much confidence in ourselves, and we didn't know the old man's situation, so having such a mortuary clothing is really a sharp weapon.

    "You can't have your cake and eat it at the same time. We have ruined his plan, and now we have no other choice. If we continue to consume it, the people under Mao Yuanyang will be exhausted"

    "Uncle Zhang, let's do it." I looked at Zhang Er firmly and said word by word.

    Suddenly it began to rain in the night sky.

    The sudden downpour of rain was like a basin of water pouring down from the sky. Amidst the crackling sound, those Taoist priests who bumped into each other were even more fierce.

    Another flash of lightning flashed across, and after the sudden white light, a cold, hollow voice sounded.

    "The god of calamity shines in the mirror, and the god of wolf falls through the sieve."

    "The strange god shoots with an arrow, and the happy god is in Juanhong."

    "Avoid all evil spirits, Fu Lu Bao Qian Zhong! Be as urgent as the law!" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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