Chapter 2065: Maliciousness (1) Chapter 2065: Maliciousness (1) Song Changqing seemed to have removed a heavy chain from his body in an instant. He straightened his back and neck, and his bones made cracking sounds as they stretched.
Once he regained his freedom, he immediately tore off the Daoist robe that was on his head and back.
“I'll go!”
The Daoist robe was stained with stinky black blood, and his hand was stained with it.
Song Changqing was from cloud Tiger Mountain and had dealt with ghosts and zombies all year round. He knew that he had fallen into a trap.
It was a pity that it was too late when he discovered the Dao. At that time, he could neither speak nor see, so he could only feel a gloomy aura pressing on his shoulders, urging him to move forward quickly.
He knew that something had happened to him.
The yellow clothes hanging from his shoulders made song Changqing realize who the ghost on his shoulders was.
This human skin lantern didn't care about martial virtue!
When he was in the teahouse, he was grateful that they were all cultivators, so he entered the Shen villa to exorcise the ghosts with a heart full of righteousness, and finally died here.
After their death, they were not at peace and were made into human-skinned lanterns that were hung on the streets.
In a moment of pity, she wanted to free him from his pain, but she also thought that after this matter was over, she would give this Daoist robe to her master and chant the curse of rebirth for him after leaving Shen villa in the future. This would ease the pain of their souls not being able to rest in peace after their deaths and return to the Pure Land of bliss.
However, he didn't expect that this evil ghost would become so powerful that it didn't care about his good deeds at all, but instead entangled him.
“Good people and good things really can't be done.”
Song Changqing turned his sore and numb neck and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand to ease his pain.
“This dead old Daoist actually came to my door.”
He was young and a cultivator, so he was usually strong and healthy.
In addition, the old Daoist had discovered it early and song Qing had acted quickly, so he quickly recovered a lot of energy after a slight pause.
“The evil intentions in Shen villa are too great.”
The old Daoist frowned and said with a serious face, ”
“You guys have to be careful. The people who died here were affected by the resentment of this place. They can't distinguish between good and evil, and are bent on doing evil.”
He smelled the very uncomfortable smell in the air. It was not only the smell of The Walking Dead, but also the lingering 'evil'.
It was as if the roots had rotted, and the extremely bad malice that seeped out was full of hatred for everyone.
The slightest contact with it would be like coming into contact with a deadly poison and would result in corrosion.
As he spoke, more and more blood gushed out of the Daoist robe in song Changqing's hand, dripping down the Daoist robe.
Song Changqing didn't have time to answer the old Daoist's question. When he saw the disgusting blood on the Daoist robe, he quickly let go.
Pa da.
The robe fell to the ground and seemed to be corroded in an instant, turning into a pool of blood.
In the surrounding Yin fog, many ghostly figures who were faintly discernible smelled the blood and slowly moved over, their faces revealing their greed.
However, because of song qingxiao's presence, the ghosts seemed to know how powerful it was and did not dare to approach it. Instead, they kept swallowing their saliva and letting out ghostly cries.
After the human-skinned lantern on song Changqing's back was taken care of, song qingxiao entered Shen villa and showed off her talent. The laughter, bells, and clapping of the kids seemed to have disappeared in an instant.
It was not human nature to bully the good and fear the evil. This rule also applied in Shen villa.
The old Daoist's eyes flashed with a sad expression, but he suppressed it and asked the eldest disciple, ”
“Chang Qing, can you still walk?”
During this short pause, the sky was much darker than before, and the yin Qi in the surroundings was even thicker.
Some of the more courageous malicious ghosts gradually revealed their true bodies. At this moment, Shen village was truly the 'ghost realm'.
The old Daoist felt the evil thoughts around him and became more and more anxious. He was also worried that song Changqing had been possessed by a malicious ghost and would be greatly affected and unable to move.
“It's fine.”
Song Changqing shook his head and threw the package on his back.
“Fortunately, little junior sister acted in time. I'm already fine.”
“That's good.” The old Daoist nodded.
At that moment, Auntie Wu said anxiously, ”
it's getting darker and darker. Why don't we talk while we walk …
She had an uneasy premonition, and the darker it was, the more afraid she felt.
There was no one on the street, but there were more and more ghosts. The street was full of ghosts. A group of living people surrounded by hundreds of ghosts. It was the biggest nightmare of Auntie Wu's life.
Chapter end
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