I, the last yin and yang embroidery master

There is no need for Cheng Banxian to say it at all.

The three words of the old village chief.

It had already appeared in the minds of Su Yu and Lao Lin.

Fengmen Village is the old village chief.

The old village chief is Fengmen Village.

This statement.

Suddenly made the two look a little shocked.

Lao Lin took a deep breath and asked with a frown.

“Cheng Banxian, how exactly did you come to this conclusion?”

“This should be impossible!”

Cheng Banxian shook his head and said seriously.

“When this idea came to my head, I also thought it was impossible, and even I felt a little crazy.”

“But after thinking about it for a while, I realized that it was most likely true.”

“At the beginning, I controlled the Yin Qi Transformation Dragon and bombarded the old village chief, but it was as if nothing happened.”

“It’s not that I think highly of myself, just the kind of attack I just had.”

“But any normal ghost can never be so easy, I promise, absolutely not!”

Hear this sentence.

Su Yu also nodded in agreement.

Although Cheng Banxian is not good at destroying ghosts.

But it is not to be underestimated.

Just now, the Yin Dragon bombarded down, and did not cause any damage to the old village chief.

This is indeed a very weird thing.

Cheng Banxian narrowed his eyes and continued to analyze.

“Unless it is this yin qi, it originally belongs to the old village chief, because it belongs to the same origin, it is normal that it is naturally impossible to cause harm.”

“And just now, it can appear silently behind our backs, which is even more strange.”

“If it can be concealed from the three of us at once, it is not an exaggeration to say that even if it is not a ghost and god, it is not far away.”

“But how easy is it to become a ghost? Moreover, it is still this evil spirit. ”

“So in my opinion, it is just using Yin Qi to condense into something similar to a remnant soul.”

“That’s why it can appear behind us silently.”

“It is very likely that the old village chief, who is extremely resentful, has merged with Fengmen Village.”

Speaking of which.

Lao Lin also reacted, and suddenly remembered something to speak.

“Cheng Banxian’s words reminded me of the situation of the villagers we saw last night.”

“My master once said something before.”

“There are some evil spirits with great grievances who will control the soul of the bitter lord and use the resentment to instill memories into the bitter lord’s soul.”

“And place these souls where they exist.”

“Let him experience the scene before death over and over again, torture again and again, like a movie that will be replayed all the time, infinite reincarnation.”

“This also explains why those villagers who originally died reappear in the closed gate village.”

“They simply can’t escape, they can only experience this fear numbly over and over again.”

“And those white bones and descendants of the closed gate village who kneel before its grave.”

“This evil ghost is already a monster with a twisted heart.”

Cheng Banxian also shook his head and sighed.

“No wonder my master has never been able to find this evil ghost before, no one can think of it.”

“He would actually mingle with Fengmen Village.”

Su Yu listened to Cheng Banxian and Lao Lin’s analysis, and anger rose in his heart.

Countless reincarnation deaths tormented the souls of villagers.

Living people kneel before his grave until they become dry bones.

These two things.

Whichever one it is.

It’s enough to make people feel so frightened that they get hairy.

Come to think of it.

Su Yu slowly said with an icy face.

“This evil spirit cannot remain in this world.”

“Kill!”

Cheng Banxian and Lao Lin also nodded vigorously with condensed eyes.

This kind of evil spirit, if you don’t beat it up.

I’m sorry for the robe I’m wearing.

Su Yu exhaled a turbid breath and walked towards the descendants of Fengmen Village who were kneeling in front of the earthen tomb.

Take dozens of needles out of your bag.

It was pierced at the temples of those descendants of the closed village.

It is used to stabilize the soul and calm the mind.

Approaching evening.

The three finally set everything up.

Those descendants of the closed gate village were moved to the ancestral hall.

Under the action of Su Yu’s needle, he was already asleep.

Only when this is the time comes, will you wake up.

Moreover, under the infusion of the yin qi of the old village chief before, there was no need to eat or drink for seven days.

Originally, Cheng Banxian also thought about it.

Send these people directly out of Fengmen Village.

But when he walked out of the village with a man who was ready to try.

But found one thing.

He can get out of the village.

But the descendants of these closed villages could not leave.

Or rather.

As long as it is with these descendants of the closed village, even the compass cannot point out a way to survive.

Eight directions.

It’s all a dead end.

After this happens.

Cheng Banxian could only helplessly dispel it.

The idea of taking these people out of the closed village first.

With the last glimmer of afterglow gone.

Outside the ancestral hall.

There was a burst of footsteps again.

The door was pushed open.

One by one, villagers slowly walked into the ancestral hall.

Still regarded Su Yu and the others as complete air.

Compared to yesterday’s hustle and bustle.

At this moment, the atmosphere was strange, a little dignified.

Su Yu and the three of them also understood what was the situation of these villagers.

So at this time, there is naturally no confusion from yesterday.

Only a faint pity remains.

Because they don’t know these souls.

How many times have this desperate cycle been experienced.

After a few minutes of silence.

The nine hundred villagers finally spoke.

Everyone’s voice was a little hoarse, revealing incomparable despair.

“Erwazi walked out of the village, but Erzhu and I couldn’t get out at all.”

“Even if the two of us pull Erwazi’s clothes, in the end, we will be lost in that mist, and there is no way down the mountain on the way back to the village.”

“We asked Erwazi to find out that on the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, he didn’t even go to our Mid-Autumn Festival banquet because of the wind and cold.”

“Later, we found thirteen other villagers who did not go to the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, and each of them walked out of the village and should be hiding in the next village now.”

“But what about us, what are we going to do, have you seen Da Mao, when he woke up, his arms were gone, and he was taken away alive by that monster.”

“What the hell is going on, obviously there are still six days before the day of the moonfall, why is this so?”

“I know why, because that’s what I used that hand to push him to the ground.”

“Now he’s coming to collect interest…”