On the shore, Luo Yan held the oil paper bag that Yu Xing threw over, and felt that he was so busy that he wanted to grow two arms too long.

After the tentacles filled with cursed breath killed more than half of the people, there were only four people left on the shore. He was responsible for stabilizing the formation, and was also given the task of "controlling" the extremely Yin ghost by Yu Xing. He had not healed his injuries, so he wanted to just close his eyes and go into the water together.

Of course, just think about it.

Although he had experience in the water, he was even more inseparable from the shore at this moment. It was not because Yu Xing had the best relationship with him, but because his magic from elementary school could help him quickly understand the boundaries of control and have the highest efficiency.

Fortunately, Ren Yi no longer needed to trap the wealthy businessmen with blood at this time. The multi-functional facial paralysis boss who had taken the opportunity to take a knife and stroked his arm. Fresh blood flowed out desperately. He wrote a ghost-suppressing formula in the air, and then he was firmly printed on the invisible boundary of the formation, making Luo Yan much easier.

Zhao Ruru wailed: "It's too much, too much, at least keep Brother Zhao Mou! How can a group of weak men above us face the flood--"

Ren Yi reminded seriously: "Zhao Mou is also a weak-minded person." At least he is a little weaker than him.

Quinn, who is not weak: "…"

Haha, it’s really interesting. Is this the humility of you Chinese? Oh yes, I almost forgot, I also became a Chinese citizen.

Quinn, who was about to refute this topic, silently shut his mouth, used a handful of phosphorus-fire flame to force the river back several meters, and stood in front of the four.

He rarely had to worry about Nie Lang, a bomb that exploded at any time, but relaxed a little. The wooden table in front was not broken under their special protection. He picked up a magic weapon: "Can I use this?"

Luo Yan only glanced at it and hesitated: "How do you?"

The table was full of magic weapons he collected that had a certain suppression and influence on ghosts. It was better than nothing at this moment. If he had not taken care of both ends at the same time, he should have used these magic weapons by himself.

"I am very interested in Chinese metaphysics. I have studied it for a long time and learned a little bit of fur!" Quinn excitedly fiddled with a peach wood sword. Seeing that Luo Yan didn't say no, he took the peach wood and gave a trick in a good manner.

Facts have proved that the "skin" he said was not reliable.

The information found by Zhao Mou showed that "Queen is very proficient in Chinese folk customs and related knowledge" is correct.

A thunder was drawn from the dark clouds. First, there was a loud bang, as if the heavens were coming, and then, the thick chain lightning fell quickly and came towards Quinn.

Quinn was not panicked, and pointed his sword forward, and the righteous lightning followed his command and slashed towards the water ahead.

Zhao Ruru: "No, wait a moment, water can conduct electricity—"

They all stepped on half of their feet in the water, which caused thunder at this time!

"No hurry!" Quinn turned his wrist and Tianlei turned again, this time he was heading towards the water ghosts floating on the shore from the river.

At the same time, a gloomy flame scattered out of his palm, which seemed to have no lethality, but when the thunder fell, it locked the powerful energy into the ghosts' bodies and did not spread.

The water ghost and the corpses rose up in large areas, turned into ashes and dissipated into the river, and the rest of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Quinn scratched his head: "Sorry, my captain never agreed to exchange this kind of sacrifice and props for me before. This is the first time I touched the peach wood sword. I was so excited that I didn't pay attention to physics."

Ren Yi: "Yan Li is intent."

Sure enough, the most famous team members in the deduction system basically have their own serious illnesses.

Zhao Ruru shook the bell and took a few more steps back silently.

The realization of the situation is not as easy as they show.

There are more and more things climbing up from the water, as if endless.

Those things are like the dead believers of Jiang Su and part of Jiang Su. Compared with ordinary water ghosts and dead bodies, they carry more pollution, not to mention the denseness of them, which can easily arouse people's fear.

The four people who stayed on the shore soon felt that they were not very normal in their spirits and felt that they were being eaten by something in bite.

Quirky and chills on the spine.

The extreme Yin ghost finally tortured enough Master Wanban, or it felt that it was not very meaningful tortured by Master Wanban, who was seriously injured and not very clear. Even regret was incomplete and could not offset the pain of their death.

It had pulled out all the teeth of Master Wanban, but Master Wanban no longer had the strength to scream loudly, which was not satisfying.

It also peeled off the skin of the masters, but there was no needle and thread here, and it could not do the fine work of sewing the skin and other things together without the needle and thread here.

Forget it, that's it.

The extremely Yin evil ghost who could not dissolve the resentment gave up on the master and threw his flesh and blood into the piles of people on the river.

The people suddenly stretched out their pale arms under the hair piled up, rushing to tear the pile of rotten meat. Almost instantly, the pieces of meat, bones, brains and other things were disassembled. I don’t know when the masters completely lost their perception.

After dealing with the masters of all kinds, the extremely Yin ghost looked back and took a look.

Its eyes reflected Luo Yan, who had always urged him to act with his life's fate. The feeling of suppressing nature was implicitly guided to do things was very bad. Maliciousness and resentment spread out from a pair of asymmetric eyes and almost condensed into substance.

Then, it noticed the town behind Luo Yan and his men.

Entering the dark sky early, the villagers of Fengtou Town lit up the lanterns in front of their houses according to their past experience.

There was no one on the street, and everyone was huddled in the room, panic and confused about the huge movement outside the town, hugging their relatives or themselves, waiting for tomorrow or the end of the day.

Luo Yan and the others were the only living people under the eyes of the extremely Yin ghost, and they were wet all over.

But behind them, behind the border line protected by the formation, the road leading to the town was still dry, and even the heavy rain was blocked.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! At a certain moment, the stitched soul developed a strange feeling. It did not know what the emotions outside of resentment were, but just made a decision: do it according to the ideas of these humans for the time being.

It has no other obsessions.

The extremely Yin ghost turned his head back, and the yin energy on his body increased instead of decreasing, and swooped towards the river. The water ghosts who were also unwilling to give up actually opened their eyes wide, as if they had regained their fear before their death in an instant and recalled the past.

Before they died, they had floated on the same chaotic waters.

People kept shouting "Help", "The flood is coming", "Save my child". The house broke, and the person who stepped on the roof fell down. He was washed away by the strong current of water. Some swelled and sank down, and some hit hard objects, silently in an instant.

They are so scared.

When it sinks, the surroundings are dark and there is no light at all.

They sank into the mud, losing all perceptions, only knowing that they are buried deeper and deeper, and as time watches, they gradually become incredible.

Then, they fall out of the silt.

At the bottom, they were reawakened by a force, opening their rotten eyes.

There is a temple there, and a small clay man fell on the open space in front of the temple.

The clay man was covered in filth, with a piece of corpse mud in the east and a piece of fish bone in the west. His strange-shaped face was carved with big raised corners of his mouth, as if the owner, who was not good at carving, took it out casually and discarded it.

When they saw the falling corpses, the clay man kept silent, looking at them with his empty eyes, silently staring at the wreckage buried in greed, anger, ignorance and resentment.

The corrupt corpses did not bury themselves in the fish's belly, and merged little by little under the feet of the clay man, stuffing the dirty greed on the water into the clay man's body.

The corners of its mouth gradually flattened.

Its eyes gradually became silent.

Its body gradually became larger.

Its consciousness gradually became turbid.

It changed from a dirty and happy little clay man to a statue of a self-plastic clay shell.

It walked into the temple and sat upright on the public hall. The five internal organs were dirty and the gods resented the world.

...

"Where!" The sirens couldn't tell how far he had swam down. Maybe he had swam from the earth to hell before he finally saw it.

There is a ruined temple there, just as seen in the stage world, but without the processing of drama, it is even more broken and ordinary than the temples in the stage world.

Without the "torch" to create a sense of mystery, it is just a ruin that was submerged in unknown era.

...At least it looks like this.

Everyone was full of vigilance.

The water behind him calmed down inexplicably. Nie Lang, who was responsible for tearing the water ghost at the end of the team, felt the most intuitive - the corpses they were chasing like mad dogs and stopped here.

They hung quietly in place, with long-decaying faces facing the people above the temple, falling into silence.

Just keep watching, letting the chill in everyone's heart accumulate.

Yu Xing was aroused some bad memories, and he pressed his eyebrows helplessly, and then continued downstream first: "Don't you know that it's the most dangerous thing before you come down?"

Guijiu sneered, immediately followed, easily surpassing Yu Xing and the Siren, and landed in the open space in front of the temple.

"Ah Jiu!" Zhao Mou was still worried that he had a big headache and rushed to speed up. The others also knew that time was precious and no longer nervous, so they followed.

As soon as they landed, everyone found that they could stand here - the kind of standing on the shore.

The pressure and buoyancy of the water flow disappeared at this moment. It was still wrapped in water, but it was strangely able to walk with both legs.
Chapter completed!