In the miasma of the evil atmosphere, two green lamps floated in the void, and under the light of the green light, a piece of pure land was cleared.
A group of masked men in black, each holding a sword and a crossbow, walked quickly under the green light.
"Boss Song, I'm afraid you'll lose money on this deal."
One of them was short in stature and exuded a fishy stench. It was the old man in gray that Su Che and Qingqiu had seen in Duju City.
"Damn it, grandpas are just digging a grave, not the ancestral grave of this old monster from Montenegro. He has gone through so much trouble, is he going to rebel?"
Owner of the coffin shop Song Qi remained calm, making seals in his hands, frowning and calculating silently.
The old man in gray took out six paper figures from his sleeves and lined them up quietly on the ground. He tapped a few drops of his heart's blood from the ring finger of his left hand and dropped them on the paper figures.
He silently recited the magic formula, and the paper figures immediately came to life and transformed into living people with pink and white faces.
The figure was stiff and the eyes were dull, but he finally transformed into a human form.
The six paper figures looked at each other with a weird smile on their faces.
The man in black behind him handed his weapon to these paper figures in a familiar manner.
The short old man waved his hand, and the six paper figures opened the way side by side.
"Turn to the left, let alone the old monster from Black Mountain rebelling, even if the sky falls, we still have to rush to Niushou Village."
Song Qi looked at the short old man coldly.
"Who told you that monsters have never been emperors?"
Song Qi has cultivated his power over many years. The short old man dared not stroke his beard, but just kept his mouth shut. Clear the way ahead.
The group of people walked about two hundred steps, and the evil miasma suddenly fluctuated again.
A huge poisonous insect emerged from the miasma. This demonic insect walked in mid-air. It had long red armor, turned sideways, and directly crashed into the two green leather lanterns that were shining in the air.
The short old man secretly said something bad. The seals in their hands changed, and the six paper figures immediately flew into the air to intercept them. The long knives and short axes in their hands kept greeting the poisonous insects.
The demonic insect's copper-headed iron armor twisted with strength of more than a thousand pounds. The paper man only blocked it for a moment and immediately fell down.
"Looking for death."
Song Qi pointed the sword in his left hand, silently recited the magic formula in his mouth, jumped up, and stood in front of the monster insect.
He sneered at the corner of his mouth, swung his thin and withered left arm forward, and hit the demonic insect directly on its head. Not to mention the blue-green poisonous slurry burst out, Song Qi directly punched the demonic insect away.
"Can't you stop a monster without a refined crossbone?" Song Qi looked at the short old man: "Just eating dead people's ears won't make you any good."
The old man He didn't dare to say anything more, he just nodded submissively.
"Ma Shoude," Song Qi called back.
A stiff-looking guy walked out among the men in black. If Young Master Su were here, he would definitely be able to recognize this family who had a close relationship with each other.partner.
It was the honest man who asked the little fox to test his calligraphy. Later, in Duju City, we found out that he had become the subordinate of the coffin shop Lao Song.
"Let me ask you, did you see where this monster came from?"
The honest man Ma Shoude hesitated for a while, not knowing how to reply.
"Boss Song, he is a fool." The short old man said: "It is better to teach him than to teach those walking corpses."
In Song Qi's group, except for him and this Apart from the short old man, Ma Shoude was the only living person, and the rest were all the walking corpses he had trained.
"Then tell me."
"The yin energy is heavy and abundant, it is a centipede." The short old man taught Ma Shoude a lesson: "Look at its poisonous breath, which is as solid as green. "Smoke, it's grown from eating too much dead people's flesh in the cemetery."
Song Qi snorted and continued to move forward.
"It's not a centipede, it's a centipede."
Ma Shoude whispered.
"Huh?" The short old man frowned.
"This is a money string, also known as a straw shoeworm. Boss Song said that monsters cannot take off their original image until they reach the seventh stage of shape-changing."
Ma Shoude He whispered: "Boss Song just said that this monster has not yet refined its cross bones. I just saw that it has fifteen pairs of legs throughout its body. This is a centipede. The centipede has even more legs..."
The short old man thought about it for a moment, and looked at Ma Shoude with more and more resentment in his eyes.
"You have a pair of spiritual ears, and he was born with a pair of night eyes."
Coffin shop boss Song looked into the distance.
"Niushou Village is ahead. After meeting Liu Yidao, we will go visit the tomb."
Song Qi took a deep breath.
This business deal is related to his future, and he is bound to win it.
The demonic atmosphere became thicker and thicker, the miasma was suffocating, and Song Qi frowned.
"Get the yellow lantern."
Ma Shoude's expression changed. He took out a lantern from the bamboo basket carried by the walking corpse. It was covered with a layer of unknown what it was. The yellow lantern made of leather was gently handed to Song Qi's hand.
The demonic miasma trembled for a while, and there were sounds everywhere, as if countless monsters were surrounding them.
"It's Boss Song after all. It looks like this human skin has been concocted many times. It makes people greedy."
Song Qi pointed with his left hand and directed a green lamp towards him. In front of you, the miasma of demonic atmosphere is broken.
I saw a giant demon, two feet tall, with a head on the left and right sides of his neck. The bear head on the left was smiling, and the bear head on the right was angry. Black mane like arrows, four green eyes glaring wildly, covered in black scales, holding a pair of big axes in his hands, grinning weirdly.
"Zhang Xi, if you don't listen to Master Heishan and set up such a battle, why don't you wait for me, Old Song?"
Song Qi secretly said, "It's not good, these two heads" The furbolg is the big monster under the old monster of Montenegro. He has seen this monster several times. It usually always guards the old monster of Montenegro.In the lair.
Why did you escape today?
"I came out to do things according to the decree of my ancestor," the two-headed bear said with a strange smile: "Old Song, I just chopped a tutuo, the meat is strong. But his cultivation is not as good as yours "Gao, how about you let me taste you?"
Song Qi took the yellow leather lantern from Ma Shoude's hand and held it across his chest.
"Then I have to try your teeth."
The two-headed furbolg laughed, swung his two axes, brought up thousands of miasmas, and went straight to kill Song Qi .
The old monster from Black Mountain suddenly attacked, and the demonic miasma rolled out from the hinterland of Xuan Mountain, like a long river rushing northward.
In the middle of this torrent is the seat of Shanyin County.
Su Che was wearing brocade clothes and a hairpin, waving a beauty paper fan and walking on the path.
This place is still some distance away from Niushou Village, but it has already entered the remnant of Xuanshan Mountain. The surrounding vegetation is lush and there is no human habitation anymore.
Su Che held the folding fan and looked towards the southern sky.
Only seeing the dusk in the southern sky, the Dharma in the sea of consciousness and the sword intention in the ancestral aperture between the eyebrows were all making various strange movements, alerting Su Che that something unexpected had happened in the Xuan Mountain to the south. changes.
Has the old monster from Montenegro finally taken action?
Su Che felt a little hesitant when he heard a burst of shouting in front of him.
A fishy stench assaulted my nostrils. I had smelled this smell several times in Duju City. It was the stench of monsters.
Su Che lifted his head and quietly hid on an ancient tree beside the road.
Looking closely, I saw two monsters carrying a pole with an acquaintance tied to it.
It was Lin Jiugong's apprentice Wencai. He saw his hands and feet tied between the poles, his head hanging on the ground, his mouth stuffed with cloth strips that the monster found from nowhere, and his head being dragged on the ground. Walk along.
The two monsters, one with a rabbit head and the other with a duck head, have not yet taken off their animal forms, squatting and walking on the ground.
The poor literary talent’s head stumbled again along the way.
Lin Jiugong is here too?
With a thought in Su Che's mind, he jumped from the tree with a lift.