However, no one dared to look at it. Everyone hid under the tablets of the ancestral hall, their bodies kept shaking, causing the tablets on the table to rust.

"Swish...swish..."

Many tongues were stretched in, and those tongues were extremely fast. Every time one came in, a villager was swept away.

At this moment, the people inside finally collapsed, let out a heart-wrenching scream, and cried for a while, and even Mr. Li was curled up in the corner and shivering.

On the roof, the tiles were taken off one by one. When Su Han looked up, he found that a big hole had been broken. At this moment, he stretched out a slender and pale arm and grabbed a villager and lifted it up.

Blood was still coming in, the ancestral hall was full of fishy storms, and ghosts outside kept shouting, like carnival in hell.

Although the ghosts did not come in, all kinds of blue arms, claws, tongues, and even black ghost hair were constantly grabbing them inside, grabbing the villagers one by one.

In a few minutes, half of the villagers were caught and eaten.

Some of the remaining villagers were fighting desperately with swords, some were lying on the ground with their heads in their arms, and some even lost their minds and ran out of the vermilion gate.

But more people were curled up and hid under the altars and curtains, their faces pale and they didn't even dare to cry.

Su Han also retreated inside. At this moment, the ancestral hall was in chaos. In a panic, a blue-brown arm, with disgusting mucus, grabbed his chest.

The ghost hand came very fast, and Su Han didn't have time to avoid it. He wanted to subconsciously take a step back, but the ghost claw came faster and had already reached his chest!

At that moment, Su Han felt that his scalp was almost blowing up, and in his mind, he even fantasized about the scene of his heart being dug!

However, the moment the ghost hand touched his clothes, in Su Han's arms, the originally silent "room pot" actually emitted a faint fluorescence again.

This time, although Su Han didn't see his eyes, a picture appeared clearly in his mind:

The inscription on the "Seal Pot" flashed, and the word "avoid" appeared, emitting a strange light, protecting Su Han's body.

"Ao—"

The moment the ghost hand touched him, it seemed as if it was burned, and let out a scream and shrank back like shock.

Everyone around you saw this scene.

Almost all the villagers saw that in the face of the terrifying ghost claws, Su Han didn't even move, and his whole body emitted a fairy light, shocking the ghost claws back.

Immortals are immortals. In his eyes, these ghost claws are nothing more than ants, right?

But why didn’t the old god save us?

At that moment, a question flashed through all the villagers' hearts, but when they saw Su Han's slightly closed eyes (actually closing his eyes and carefully feeling the words on the "room pot"), the villagers suddenly realized.

That’s right, God helps the self-help, the old god is letting us save ourselves!

We cannot let down the trust of the old gods!

"Hurry, sing the charming song!"

"We must save ourselves and not let down the trust of the gods!"

At that moment, some villagers roared at everyone with excitement.

The other villagers also reacted, and then they suppressed their fear and started singing tremblingly.

The song lingered in and sounded like Taoist scriptures. It formed a talisman's light and shadow in the air, which kept rotating and amplifying, emitting golden dark lights, almost covering the entire ancestral hall.

Not only that, while the villagers sang, they also knocked on the ground with hatchets, making a slap sound.

The sounds mixed together made the light and shadow of the talisman become more and more profound.

With the overwhelming ghosts outside and the bloody smell of soaring into the sky in the ancestral hall, Su Han felt in a trance that he seemed to be in a Shura field.

He was born in the archaeology major and studied some folk stories. He also knew that this kind of charming song was similar to the dance master, which was a folk way of exorcising ghosts.

However, what Su Han unexpectedly expected was that when the ghost looked around, the song of the bandit was surprisingly good.

As the sound of "chanting scriptures" became faster and louder, louder and denser, as the light and shadow of the talisman rotated, the ghosts outside the ancestral hall also restrained a lot, and many of them retreated like tides.

Seeing this scene, Su Han was delighted: This charming song is effective!

He stared outside for a while and found that the ghosts were indeed retreating. In a short while, it should be more peaceful.

"The evil spirits are dispersed. You can work harder and sing for a while..."

Su Han wiped the fine sweat beads on his forehead, turned his head and said to everyone under the altar table in the ancestral hall.

However, he had just said halfway through his words and found that something was wrong. He just kept it back with the last half of the sentence.

Because under the lights and in the pool of blood, Su Han suddenly discovered that the villagers who had just shrunk into a group had changed now!

Their bodies are becoming transparent, and blood is constantly leaking from their faces and bodies, looking like their entire body is being scattered.

Even the old man Li's face was covered in blood, with white bones exposed, staring at Su Han straight and making a scammering laugh.

"Hehe, didn't notice..."

"Actually, we are the ghosts!"

"The people in this village are all ghosts... Woo woo!"

The old man Li's face was covered in blood, and he laughed and cried, slowly walked towards Su Han.

The villagers behind them also stood up slowly, like ghosts that had been hiding for a long time. At this moment, they finally tear off the human skin without disguising them.

All the ghosts surrounded Su Han in the core.

Damn, what is going on?

Because the incident happened too suddenly, Su Han couldn't figure out the situation for a while, so he could only try his best to retreat to the door.

"Wuwuwu, it turns out that we are also ghosts..."

"We have been eaten by ghosts long ago and have become ghosts!"

"Old god, our whole village is swallowed by evil spirits, it's really miserable..."

"You are an immortal, and you will definitely be able to relieve us, right?"

The evil ghosts turned into villagers cried and surrounded Su Han.

It was not until this time that Su Han realized that only half of the story Mr. Li told was true.

Lijia Village has indeed made a ghost, and the villagers have been eaten by ghosts.

But the only difference is that there were no dozens of people who escaped by chance, but none of the villagers were spared and had been eaten by evil spirits long ago.

These "villages" hiding in the ancestral hall have long been eaten, but they have forgotten this matter and thought they had escaped the disaster and took refuge in the ancestral hall.

They are dead, but they still stubbornly think that they are human.

Little did they know that all the villagers had long become resentful souls!

The "Song of Bounding the Charm" just now does have some effect on ghosts, and it reminds the villagers that they are dead, so they slowly turn into evil ghosts.
Chapter completed!