Horror Inn

When he heard the three words Yin Ren, the old man's expression suddenly froze: "Do you even know the Yin Ren?"

Before Liu Ruyan told me how mysterious the yin people organization is, I always feel that it is exaggerated. But at this moment, when I saw the look of the old man, I suddenly felt a feeling in my heart, maybe that yin people organization, like Liu Ruyan said, covered the sky with one hand.

Although the old man’s expression was a bit solemn, he did not hide it in the slightest: "The over-yin organization is very mysterious. When I walked the rivers and lakes, I also dealt with their people. Is there any involvement in the over-yin organization? It’s hard to say, but if it’s them, it’s really not difficult to get the method of returning the soul to the corpse."

I thought it was so!

Since I knew the origin of the Returning Soul Corpse, I have a feeling that this style of painting with black hands quietly touching the back is really like Zhao Long.

All the moths that broke out around us before were all caused by Zhao Long's slack. This time I think it's almost impossible.

This time, his acting style is very similar to that of Zhao Long. The old man also said that the magic of returning the soul to the corpse is not accessible to ordinary people, but for the over-yin person, it is not a problem.

And Zhao Long happened to have been inextricably linked with Yin people! Even he himself is a member of the Guo Yin people organization!

This guy didn't know what his purpose was, that was to make innocent passers-by ridiculous!

Originally, because of Yun Qian's affairs, I had a stomachache, and now we have been grudges for a long time. If he is really behind the scenes this time, then we can forget the old and new hatred together.

The sky was overwhelmingly bright, the father and the ancestral pair of ancestral foodies ate and drank, and fell asleep. I also took this opportunity to lie on the camp bed to make up for a sleep. The old man still has to open the altar at noon. Although I am not too sleepy at the moment, I still force myself to relax and sleep for a while.

I tossed and turned on the bed for a long time before finally fell asleep in a daze. When I wake up, it's already past eleven.

During our rest period, the old village chief took a few villagers and set up the altar according to the father's instructions.

The idea of ​​altar sounds very tall, but it is not so high-end. In fact, it is a high platform piled up with some firewood. On the high platform, a simple Tai Chi pattern is painted with paint.

This pattern is really painted by me and I can do it. It is neither round nor symmetrical. After all, there is a lack of relevant painting talents in the village, and it is not easy to achieve this.

Fortunately, the old man didn't pick it. For him, as long as there was such a cutscene, he didn't need to be particular.

It was already past eleven, and the villagers had set up the altar and gathered around the altar, chewing their tongues and whispering from time to time.

These villagers are too real. Although they are whispering in low voices, in fact, their voices are not small. I just walked past them and basically heard them clearly.

This group of guys are basically talking about how brave the old man of Liangzi’s family was last night, just like a **** descending from the earth, suddenly appeared in the village, understatement, will solve the problem of Wu Er who has turned into a beast. Up.

This group of villagers completely regarded the old man as a living god. The meaning in their words is that as long as the old man comes, the people in the village can finally feel at ease. The old man will definitely be able to help them solve the corpse.

Of course, I am 100% convinced of the old man's ability, but the villagers' comments still make me a little uncomfortable.

It seems that before the father came, Liangzi and I did nothing! There is no credit for the two of us, so there is hard work. What's more, we have used glutinous rice to protect most of the villagers, which is not useless.

I am personally satisfied with my work. It can be said that in my own opinion, I have never enjoyed the hospitality of the old village chief in vain. But in the mouth of the villagers, our previous efforts were basically in vain.

Although I was extremely upset in my heart, I just slandered it in my heart and didn't show it.

Near noon, the old man and Liangzi finally appeared in the crowd. The two men took the same step of the king, swaying, and at first glance they had just eaten.

The old man was still dressed up in the exercise clothes last night, with his peach wood sword on his back. Before he came to the altar, the old man straightened up slightly. I suddenly felt that his whole aura had changed.

The old man had a smell of fairy style and bones in his whole body. After stepping on the altar, the old man drew out the sword and waved it on the altar.

The old man's sword dance is very rhythmic, like a classical dance, but at the same time, he still has words in his mouth, not knowing what he is muttering.

Liangzi quietly leaned in front of me and said in a low voice, "This is the Big Dipper Seven Stars Sword Formation. This is my father's way of pressing the bottom of the box."

I thought to myself whether it was the bottom of the box, I don't know, anyway, this should be one of the few Dao skills that the old man can use. Whether his other Dao skills or formations are good, they all smelled of nonsense. If those things are used in front of the villagers, I am afraid it will be laughable and generous.

The old man danced his sword with a sense of rhythm, and circled the altar at the same time. Every time he goes around, I can feel a little change.

When he turned his first lap, the sky, which was already clear and clear, became brighter. The dots of clouds in the sky are scattered.

The old man didn't turn a punch, the sky above his head became clearer, and in the end, it even made people feel hot and intolerable. After seven laps, there were three thunderbolts in the sky with thousands of miles of dark clouds.

In the thunder of thunder, the old man waved his hand, and immediately some villagers pushed Wu Lao Er, who had been tied into a zongzi shape, onto the altar.

The altar piled up with solid wood ignited spontaneously without wind. However, the fire was not big, but the outermost part of the firewood was on fire. The fire seemed to be suppressed by a mysterious force, and it never spread. The old man stood on the burning altar, and there was a taste of being an expert outdoors.

Originally dying Wu Lao Er, in the flames, twisted violently, this guy opened his mouth, and a black shadow emerged from his mouth and quickly dissipated. After the black qi dissipated, Lao Er Wu's eyes became clearer, and his whole person became much weaker.