This scene makes people feel numb.

"I'm going to bite you to death-"

The head rose into the air and flew towards the paper sedan chair. At this moment, a paper doll flew over and blocked the way of the head with a sad look on his face.

"Don't get in the way!"

The swordsman's head shouted and tried to rush over. The paper puppet looked sad. With a light wave of his right hand, a light burst out inspiration. With a sound of "Peng", the head spread out and turned into countless black and red blood.

Another paper puppet next to him was holding a paper lantern in his hand, and the green fire was a spell of curse fire.

I saw the paper picking up the lantern, and a ball of green phosphorus flame suddenly flew out of the lantern, pounced on the blood, evaporating a charred mark.

"Idiot, your acting skills have been too fake from the beginning."

He Ping snorted coldly, and several thin and invisible silk strings hung between his fingers in his sleeves.

"A normal person has the courage to come and ask for help when he sees me in this paper sedan chair, so he must be in a bad mind."

When ordinary people see a group of paper dolls carrying paper-made sedan chairs, walking like the wind, they will only treat it as a demon and go on a journey. They are too late to hide, so how can they come over and ask for help?

He Ping was not stupid. He glanced at him and saw that there was something wrong with this person. He immediately gave him a "Milao Sword".

The Miluo sword was destroyed with silk thread. Within a hundred steps, it was no problem to cut gold and jade. As for cutting the head and throat, it was just a joke. It was a blow from the air to crack the swordsman into several pieces.

He Ping raised his eyes and glanced at the direction of the murdered swordsman when he arrived. It was a road in the middle of the village.

"The road in the middle does have the breath of a stranger. It seems that there are still some survivors of the Huma Gang, and they should be trapped in the village."

There are a lot of chaotic hoof prints vaguely seen on the ground. From the traces of the hoof prints, it seems that the team has circled several circles here.

"It seems that the Huma Gang is really lost here. It is probably a bit difficult for them to escape from the heavens."

He knew very well that if an ordinary mortal enters the Youhun Village, it would basically be like ten deaths and no life.

This Youhun Village evolved into a ghost realm. Ordinary people fell into the village and could not escape even if they wanted to escape. A ban was placed on the periphery of the village, and they would encounter ghosts and walls at the end.

"Then you ask for blessings..."

He Ping shook his head and ordered the sedan chair to take a path on the right side. As for the people in the Huma Gang, life and death have nothing to do with him, so how could he spend his energy to save people?

The paper sedan turned around and slowly walked towards the village road on the right. The ghostly fire-like green lanterns also walked from near to far, slowly into the darkness.

Just as the paper sedan left, several pale figures slowly drifted out from the house, on the eaves, and behind the doors and windows.

These pale figures all have transparent faces and their bodies are also unclear. They look at the departing sedan chair with faint eyes, and the expressions on their faces are full of unconcealed greed.

The ghosts in the village have already smelled the breath of life of living people, and have no intention of hiding them, gradually appearing one by one...

...

Halfway through the paper sedan chair, He Ping felt that he was being targeted.

He felt a little funny. He didn't cause trouble for others, and he didn't expect that someone would be unable to think about it and dare to come and cause trouble for himself.

"No, in such a place, it's not a person who comes to the door."

As the sedan chair moved towards the direction of the ancestral hall, a faint light gradually floated on the earthen walls on both sides of the passing streets. However, this light brought seven points of ghost energy. The street was not bright, but it became even darker.

"Stop the sedan."

With his order, the paper sedan stopped.

At this moment, a dark air suddenly surged on the streets in the dark, and several ghosts from Mohu blocked their way.

These strange figures stared at the paper sedan chair, and their eyes emitted a slight like lamps.

He Ping, who lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, only glanced at it and knew that the ghost in the black air was almost tangible and qualitative, not an ordinary ghost, but an evil ghost of the climate.

He couldn't help but sneer.

"…I dare to make a rash bone in the tomb."

"Meow--"

A resentful cat moan came from a corner of the rooftop, with four fur hooves, monkey faces, red eyes and green noses lying there like spiders.

Dongdong, Dongdongdong!

There was a red coffin in a black and empty room on the street, and there was a strange slap in the coffin.

"Hehehe..."

A cold laughter sounded from the bottom of the coffin. The dark figure lying below slowly stretched out a pair of skinny claws and placed them on the bottom of the coffin. The black hook claws wiped the coffin a few times, marking several deep marks.

On the other side, a big camphor tree outside the house was blowing by with a strange wind. The leaves of the camphor tree swayed in the night wind, and the human skin that was pressed against the tree trunk like a bitter cicada, swelled up like a gas.

"The abandoned woman is too regretful now~ Do you remember whether the Phoenix is ​​happy that day~ Do you remember whether you have continued to bear the kindness and have another branch~ Do you have a love without a place to stay in the old love~ Do you have a mother but a father or an orphan..."

In a dry well, the sound of a woman singing opera sounded, and then countless long black hairs spread out from the well mouth like black snakes.

The wind is blowing, and ghosts are dancing.

In front of the sedan chair, the paper doll carrying the sedan chair is stiff, and the face is either crying or laughing, giving others a gloomy sense of funnyness.

The fierce aura emitted by the ghost was like a group of wolves surrounding the surroundings.

On the roof of the thatched hut, the cat and monkey licked the forked tongue like a snake;

Under the red coffin in the coffin shop, a faint green shadow sneaked into the soil;

The tree on the camphor tree lies open a pair of blood-red children's holes and looks at the paper sedan through the leaves;

The black hair in the dry well squirmed quickly, and half of his head gradually emerged from the well, and greed and cruelty flashed in the rotten face.

"court death."

He felt very unhappy. His right hand was wrapped in his wide sleeve, he held the silk strings, and waved it violently. A sharp crack suddenly shattered through the dry and cold air in the dark.

Chichichichichichichichi!!!

Several thin gray lines cut through the sky. This is the killing technique of the Immortal Puppet Sect, "Milao Knife", which is shocked by the strings inspired by invisible strings.

Suddenly, the strong wind blew around the paper sedan as the center, rolling in all directions, shaking the long grass shattered and mud and stones splashed.

Several ghosts in the black air suddenly screamed shrillly and were slashed by several Miluo swords, turning into a few wisps of smoke and dissipated quickly.

The cat and monkey on the roof suddenly jumped up like a spirit cat, rushing in the air, but with the astonishing wind blowing in the air, the green blood on the beach immediately splashed everywhere.

The strange cat immediately made a shrill scream, but the meow was more whimpering, and it was completely suppressed.

Peng!

A heavy bass sounded suddenly, and the half-rammed earth wall outside the courtyard was knocked down with one blow.

The camphor tree seemed to be cracked by a sharp axe of swords and swords. The trunk as thick as a bowl was swept off. A flash of blood shadows was hidden. The sword wind that broke through the air had cut the blood shadow in half.

On the other side, in the direction of the ancient well, large patches of black hair rushed towards the sedan chair like waves. The black and oily silk was like a snake or a worm, squirming forward, but was intercepted by several paper puppets.

The three paper puppets took a step forward, and their figure was strange and a bit funny.

They waved with lanterns, and the ghostly fire flames surged violently and spewed out. The burning large ball of black hair curled backwards, making a "hissing" sound.
Chapter completed!