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Chapter 807 The night is dark and the wind is high, thieves get started

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    After calming my breath, I raised my legs and walked towards Kun's position.

    If I don't suppress this "thing", I won't be able to continue to carefully study the sixteen hexagrams Fengshui house here. This hanging thorn may kill me at any time.

    After a while, I came to the stone door where Kun was standing. When I put my hand on it, my breathing still couldn't help being a little short.

    Because if I miscalculated again and opened the wrong door, another "dirty thing" might be released, which would be even more fatal.

    My hands were trembling slightly, and my heart had already reached my throat. I squinted my eyes and suppressed all the messy thoughts. I quickly touched the lower west side of the wall with my palm, and immediately felt a small bump.  Up, I pressed down without hesitation.

    Amidst the creaking sound, the door slowly opened

    I watched the movement in the house vigilantly.

    ?Before I knew it, the setting sun had already set, night fell, the faint moonlight shone in from behind me, and the light in the house was dim and gloomy.

    This room is about the same size as Xu Changlin's room, thirty to forty square meters, but it is much more empty here.

    A coffin is in the center of the room, and the lid is open

    A gleam of joy flashed across my heart, am I right?  right here?  What Zhang Er released was the "thing?!

    At this moment, the feeling of thorns on the back suddenly became several times heavier!

    The icy chill hit me, and I could even feel the pores on my face expanding rapidly, and I felt a slight tingling sensation.

    I tried my best to hold my breath steadily, walked in carefully, and went straight into the house.

    After confirming that there are no other "things" in the house, I found the right room, as long as it comes in, I will take the opportunity to go out, or try it out with it.

    Regardless of whether it is to suppress it or destroy it, only when I get rid of the threat of this "thing" in the dark can I have the energy to study the hexagrams.

    I walked to the side of the coffin, looked sideways, and found that the coffin was empty, with nothing in it, and I was even more sure that I was not mistaken.

    But at this time, the feeling of being stared at is even stronger, and it is no longer a thorn, but several!

    Turning around suddenly, I saw at a glance the two sides of the door against the walls, and there were actually two people squatting!

    These are two extremely thin children. They curled up and squatted on the ground. Their movements were extremely pitiful, and their faces were extremely painful.

    What is even more unbearable to look at is that a hole was cut on the top of their heads, and faint candles were burning

    In the room where the corpse is guarded, there are two people made of virgin boys to light candles as long-lasting lamps?

    Outside the house, a wind suddenly blew up, the wind was not strong, but it whimpered strangely.

    There was a light clang, as if someone had struck a gong.

    The voice was clearer and more abrupt in the already empty courtyard.

    The sound of fine footsteps came, and each step seemed to be stepping on the heart of a person, making people depress and suffocate.

    At this time, I had already held the ground pen with my right hand, and took out the inkstone with my left hand.

    At the door, a person walked in.

    I am a little familiar with that person, and on his back is a corpse

    The corpse is the thing here, and that person is a person from Jingkou Village!

    When I went to Jingkou Village, a lot of people gathered outside the Town God's Temple. I don't know who this person is, but I must have seen it among the villagers.

    He is not young, at least seventy years old, his face is wrinkled, covered with age spots, his eyes are particularly cloudy, he looks like he is about to run out of oil, and he is dressed in a dark funeral uniform with  There are some oozing white lines.

    If you look carefully, the lines actually look like distorted human faces?

    This person certainly cannot be the suppressed thing in this room, the corpse on his back is!

    I looked at him vigilantly, all the muscles in my body tensed up.

    I could also see the corpse clearly. It was a female corpse, her hair was loose and tightly wrapped around the old man's neck. What was even more frightening was that there was also a hole at the top of her head.  The candle was burning, and this was obviously a person lighting a candle!

    My eyelids twitched uncontrollably, and the surrounding air seemed to become thick and condensed.

    The old man continued to walk in, holding the gong and gong in his hand, and the gong hammer "Dang!" hit the gong, making a piercing sound.

    I moved slightly to the side, ready to shoot or jump out at any time.

    IImmediately, I thought that there was already a paper maker who suppressed in this room, and this was another corpse lit by a candle maker. I was using the paper maker's method.  seen.

    Is there a possibility that Yuan Huashao's abilities were snatched from different people?  !

    After he took away those methods, if he liked them, he would use them himself, and if he didn't like them, he would hand them over to his subordinates?

    "The night is dark and the wind is high, the thieves enter the door, and the candles burn the soul!" The sharp and piercing voice suddenly came from the old man's mouth, which shocked my ears to buzz, and there was a burst of tinnitus!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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