There was no connection between a slightly more modern wire in the dim wooden house, only four candles were lit on the table in front.

Two candles were each on the side, and the shaking candlelight slightly shone the statue of Guanyin worshipped in the middle.

The wooden door was just completely opened, and the sound of "squeaking" was slowly closing. The sky light leaking from outside gradually decreased, and the fine light and shadow stretched out the village chief and Qi Wuhe's shadow, as if it was crawling.

The evil ghost of the underworld.

The Guanyin statue is only the size of an adult's head. It stands on a lotus flower, and there is a little water wave at the bottom of the statue. The entire small statue is sitting in a sunken niche dug out of the wall, and there is a slightest view in front of it.

The small incense burner is still burning on the stove.

Under the dim candlelight, I couldn't see its face clearly. If I looked up slightly, the corners of the Guanyin statue's mouth were slightly raised and smiling.

But for some reason, this smile did not have much kindness, but instead looked like a cold and evil smile.

The village chief seemed not afraid to look directly at this divine object that had been worshipped in the village. He kept his head down when pouring incense ash.

Qi Wushe took the can of incense ash that the village chief had just turned on, and took it in his hand and weighed it.

"Traveler, it's time for you to leave." The village chief said in a deep voice.

But he said "ah" and joked: "I seem to have suddenly changed my mind."

He held the incense ash can in one hand and pointed to the Guanyin statue with the other hand.

"Why give me Guanyin statue too?"

"despair--"

The wooden door automatically closed at this moment.

The wind caused by the flow of air blew, blowing out the candlelight on one side.

The room became darker.

The village chief's eyes suddenly became fierce, and he went forward and was about to push Qi Wushe out: "Impossible! Impossible to give you Guanyin statue! Get out of here!!"

But before the village chief could get close, the blind man in front of him flexibly opened his body.

The village chief tried his best but was exhausted and rushed forward.

Qi Wushe was just facing the Guanyin statue, his eyebrows were slightly moved, and he listened to the sound of the village chief falling to the ground, without any intention of supporting him.

He said word by word at Guanyin statue: "If you don't come out again, I will leave with incense ash and Guanyin statue."

The village chief lay on the ground and was about to get up. When he heard Qi Wushe's words, he looked shocked: "Traveler, what are you talking about? You--"

His whole body suddenly stiffened and he looked behind Qi Wushe in horror.

On the other side of the wooden house, a figure stood there quietly.

He didn't know when he came, nor how long he had been standing there.

In the faint candlelight, Qi Wuhe's shadow swayed and stretched, but there was no shadow under the figure.

"You, you...you..."

Qi Wushe sighed: "I can't see it and I know it's your son."

"Old guy, it seems that you have forgotten what your youngest son looks like," he shook his head, feeling sorry for his iron, "Your son is here guarding the Guanyin statue and not let me take it away, you still put this

What about filth as a treasure?”

The figure took two steps forward.

In an instant, the bamboo tube penetrated the wooden house from all directions, and thousands of arrows were shot towards Qi Wushe!

Qi Wushe was prepared for it, and the knife hidden in his sleeve slid into his palm.

While raising his hand, the knife lifted the weight and cut off the bamboo tube that was approaching around him.

At his feet, the village chief was in fear, and he wanted to crawl out with his hands and feet.

But in the blink of an eye, the projected bamboo tube attacked without distinction. This time, he failed to hurt Qi Wushe in the slightest. One of the bamboo tubes stabbed the village chief's body into the same way.

He was nailed to the ground by a bamboo tube, making a scream of pain, but he could not move at all.

He looked at the ghostly figure in horror, and before his screams subsided, he was pierced by several bamboo tubes.

If Yan Xingchen was here, you could see that the village chief was covered with bamboo tubes at this time, which was no different from the tragic situation when the woman with high heels died yesterday.

The wall of the wooden house was pierced by bamboo tubes and countless round holes were covered with thin bamboo tubes.

The daylight interlaced through the hollow nets, illuminating the figure.

There was only a broken wooden comb inserted on the figure's chest.

"You can't take the Guanyin statue with you." The figure pointed at Qi Wuhe quietly and said, "Even if you take it away, you can't move it."

Qi Wushe just took out the bamboo flute he carved from his pocket and put it to his lips.

"I won't move him, but someone will move it..."

-

In front of Cai Niang's room.

As soon as Yan Xingchen finished speaking, his long black hair flew around him frantically, and the resentment of the evil spirit spread out, accompanied by sharp and harsh ghost howls, all of them rushed towards him.

But as if he thought his opponent was not angry enough, he repeated: "Cai Niang, where is your child?"

【Skill has been used for 10 seconds.】

Jin Shei shook hard again, unable to hold on anymore, and softened.

Yan Xingchen disassembled the gold and wrapped it back on his wrist. The moment the gold was disassembled, he cut his wrist with the gold and cut it down!

Under the cold touch, the sharp pain came with the smell of fresh blood. His expression did not change, his eyes remained unchanged. He raised his hand and drew four floating shackles surrounding him.

Cen Yiyi was anxious.

Even if she does not have the strength of Yan Xingchen and Qi Wushe, she will not be able to see that Cai Niang is not something that players can compete with.

Even though Yan Xingchen is much more powerful than she thought, the current situation is nothing more than a matter of how long it will last.

She can't help with anything.

what to do?

what to do--

live streaming!

By the way, Yan Xingchen once received live broadcast rewards! Now their live broadcasts are all closed. Maybe if the live broadcast is started, someone is willing to reward new props to save them?

In just one second of this, Cen Yiyi opened the information panel and turned on the live broadcast perspective.

At the same time, a melodious sound of bamboo flute passed through the haze, crossed the black hair and the resentment of the evil ghost, and came into Yan Xingchen's ears.

The sound of the bamboo flute is in another place at the village chief’s house, as if it was a melodious and long Jiangnan tune, which was incompatible with everything in the copy.

Yan Xingchen's eyes are sure.

At present, if Yan Xingchen relaxes, he may die without a place to bury him.

But at this moment, Yan Xingchen let go of all defenses with the sound of the bamboo flute.

When Cen Yiyi opened the live broadcast perspective, the live broadcast room saw such a picture.

The water ghost possessed Lin Qiaoxue's body, and his face was soaked in water and seemed to be a smile, strange and terrifying.

The damp black hair was like countless leeches crawling from the underworld hell, stirring up the resentment around, all heading towards the young man standing in front of the water ghost.

The young man was already in a mess. His palm, back, and wrists were covered with blood. His clothes were hung with dust and water stains that were rubbed on the ground by the water ghost just now. His hair ends were messy, his face was pale, and his lips were bloodless.

The cool wind poured into his neck, blowing his bangs, and the ends of the bangs were back and forth on the middle of his eyebrows, and the shallow moles appeared and loomed.

He is like a dying little beast, pitiful, fragile and helpless.

All the dangers around him were ready to start a banquet and swallowed him into his stomach.

[The protected value is 50, please continue to work hard.]

[Hahahahahahahaha he is finally going to die!!]

[Yo, are you waiting to die?]

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[Hahaha--]

The next moment.

——The figure of the young man suddenly disappeared!!

[What's going on? Where is the person?]

[I still want to see him die??]

[yes……]

[It's the mother-child transposition!!!]

The moment when the black hair came from all directions, the man with his eyes blindfolded in his hands held a bamboo flute and appeared again at the place where Yan Xingchen was just now.

He seemed to have known this would happen here, and the can of incense ash in his hand was opened the moment he appeared.

Qi Wushe raised his hand, and the incense ash immediately spilled out.
To be continued...