MTL - The Founder of Diabolism-~ Pride third

The flowerbed that Wei Wuzhen took away was extremely difficult to serve.

It is only a scorpion, but only fresh grass with dew, the grass is yellow and not eating. Passing through a farmer, Wei Wuzhen stole a straw to feed it, chewed a few mouthfuls, and it spit out, spit louder than the living spit. If you don't eat well, you won't go, lose your temper, and you will be beaten by Wei Wuzhen several times, and the voice is extremely unpleasant.

Whether it's a mount or a pet, it's all useless!

Wei Wuzhen could not help but miss his sword. The sword is now mostly hanged on the wall by the head of the big family as a trophy to show people.

After a few days of dying, he walked through the fields of a large village. The scorching sun, there is a big banyan tree on the edge of the field, the green shade under the banyan tree, and an old well, the villagers put a bucket and a scoop on the side of the well for the passers-by to quench their thirst. When Huazizi ran here, he refused to go. Wei Wuji jumped down and shot it to respect the hips: "You are still a rich life, and it is harder to serve than I am."

The scorpion sprayed him.

There are all kinds of rogues, and there are people walking in the distance.

These people have hand-made bamboo rafts, rags and grass shoes, and the rustic villagers from head to toe. There is a little girl inside, a round face, looks pretty barely, but maybe it’s been a long time under the scorching sun. I want to come and enjoy the cold, but I see a flower scorpion screaming under the tree and sitting still. A madman who painted red and white shawls did not dare to come over.

Wei Wuzhen is self-satisfied with the people who pity the jade, seeing the movement of the nest, moving out a piece of land, to toss the head. The group of people saw him harmless, and this was safe to come. All the sweaty cheeks were red, the fan of the fan wind, the water of the water, the girl sitting at the well, seems to know that he was in the same place, Wei Weiwei smiled.

One of them held a compass in his hand and looked at the distance. He bowed his head and confused: "Why are you coming to the foot of Dafanshan, this pointer still does not move?"

This compass is very strange, not an ordinary compass. It is not used to refer to the southeast and northwest, but is used to refer to the evil spirits of the evil spirits. Wei Wuxi knows that this is in the face of a lonely rural retailer. In addition to the beautiful family of Yangchun Baixue, there are also many small households who are closed-door self-study. Maybe it is from the countryside to go to which big family. Anyway, it is not like going to the Qing talks and the flower festival.

The leading middle-aged man greeted people in the past drinking water and said: "Is your compass broken? Go back and give you a new one. There are less than ten miles in the Great Vatican. We can't rest for a long time. If you just relax here and fall behind, it’s not worth it."

It seems that this pedestrian is not going to go to the race, but to go hunting at night.

The Xianmen family called the tour of the Quartet, the demon demon as "safari", and because these things often haunt at night, also known as "night hunting." There are so many Xiu Xian families, but there are so many come and go. If it is not the accumulation of ancestors, the ordinary family wants to be included in the top position, and gains prestige and respect in the Xuanmen. It must be achieved. If you succumb to the ferocious beast or the curse of the other party, the family can multiply its value and speak.

This is Wei Wu's masterpiece, but he has been on the road for a few days, smashing a few graves, not hunting for a sufficient amount, all of them are little devils. He was on hand with a ghost who would help him to be a blessing, and his heart decided to go to Dafanshan to try his luck. If it's a good one, grab it and use it.

The pedestrian rested enough and was ready to go on the road. Before leaving, the round-faced girl took out a small apple that was half-green from the back box and handed it to him: "This is for you."

Wei Wuxi smiled and reached for the pick, but the flower buds but fangs and bites. Wei Wuzhen quickly hurryed. Seeing this nephew coveting this little apple, blessing the soul, hanging the apple with a long branch and a fishing line, picking it in front of the flower scorpion. The flower scorpion smelled the apple fragrance in front, wanted to eat, chased the apple that was always a little bit worse, and rushed forward. It was faster than all the famous horses that Wei Wuzhen had seen.

Unstoppable, Wei Wuzhen quickly rushed to Dafanshan before dark. Until the foot of the mountain, he knew that this Brahman was not a meal. From a distance, the mountain shape is like a short Buddha statue with a wide body and a fat body. There is a small town under the mountain, which is called Bujiao Town.

The monks who gathered here were far more than he had imagined, and the uniforms of the various doors were mixed and walked through the streets. I don't know why, I am all nervous, and I have no time to laugh at him when I see him.

In the middle of the Long Street, a group of monks gathered together and were talking seriously. It seems that the opinions are quite large, and Wei Wuzhen heard them arguing loudly:

"...I don't think there is a sorcerer or a sorcerer in this place, because all the signs of the wind and evil are not changed!"

"If not, how did the seven townspeople's grievances come from? It is not always the same kind of strange disease? You have never heard of this disease!"

"When the wind evils are not pointed out, there must be no? It can only mean a general direction, lack of precision, not to believe, maybe something near this can obstruct the direction of its pointer."

"I don't want to think about who made the wind evil. I have never heard of anything that can disturb the direction of its pointer."

"What is your intention? No one does not know that the wind evil is made by Wei Ying. But what he does is not perfect, is it not allowed to be questioned?"

"I did not allow others to question, let alone say that Wei Ying is all beautiful, why do you have blood?"

So they began to argue in the other direction, Wei Wuyi riding a flower scorpion and passing by. I don't want to go through so many years, he still does not fall in the swords of the monks, "every time Wei will be noisy." If the vote is the most prosperous person, he must do his part. In all fairness, the monk said that it is not wrong. Now, the general version of the wind evil in the real world is the first edition he made. He was originally working on improvement. Whoever taught that he had not changed his old nest was defamed, and everyone had to succumb to it and continue to use the first version of the lack of precision.

Most of the low-order eating bones and bones, such as the corpse; only the more elegant and elegant high-grade monsters or devils can **** and digest the soul, and eat seven in one breath, no wonder so many families are gathered here. Since the night hunting object is not the same, it is inevitable that the wind evil will make some mistakes.

Wei Wuzhen grabbed the rope, jumped off his back, and sent the apple that had hanged the flower to his mouth: "One bite, just one bite... Hey! You have to eat my whole hand. ?"

He picked the apple and licked the other side and stuffed it back into the flower. I was upset that I had fallen to an apple with a scorpion. The back suddenly hit a person. Looking back, I was a young girl. Although I bumped into him, I didn’t put him in my eyes at all. I was blind and smiling, looking straight in a certain direction.

Wei Wuzhen looked down at her. The direction of the mountain from the black pressure is the Great Vatican.

Suddenly, the girl danced in front of him. The posture is wild, the teeth are dancing, and Wei Wuzhen is looking at it. A woman rushes over the skirt and hugs her and cries: "Auntie, let's go back, go back!"

Aunt struggling to open her, the smile on her face, did not fade from beginning to end, with a kind of creepy love, continue to dance and dance, the woman had to chase her across the street, running and squatting cry. One side of the goods said: "Oh, the aunt of Zheng Blacksmith's family ran out again."

"She is so pitiful. Auntie, aunt's husband, and her husband, not a good one..."

Wei Wuji walked around in the west, and sorted out the strange things happening in this place from the scattered words of the various people.

On the Dafan Mountain, there is a piece of ancient cemetery. Most of the ancestral graves of the townsmen of Bujiao Town are here, and sometimes the unknown bodies are laid here to make a wooden sign. A few months ago, there was a night of lightning and thunder, and the storm was overwhelming. The storm scoured, and after a night, there was a landslide in the Great Fanshan Mountain, which was the graveyard. Many old graves were ruined, and several eucalyptus trees were turned out of the soil. They were covered by a thunderbolt, and even the corpse was smashed.

The townspeople in Bujiao Town were very uneasy, praying for blessings and rebuilding the ancient tombs, thinking that they would settle the past. Who knows, since then, the town of Bujiao has frequently appeared people who have lost their souls.

The first one is a lazy man. This person is a poor man, and he is idle on weekdays. He was trapped in Davanshan because of hunting. He was scared by a landslide and died. After a few days of returning, I suddenly married a daughter-in-law and made a big deal with the family. I said that I would do good deeds and live with peace of mind.

On the wedding night, he was drunk and didn't get up when he fell down on the bed. The bride called him. He shouldn't. He found that the groom's eyes were straight and cold, and he could breathe, no different from the dead. So do not eat or drink for a few days, peace of mind into the soil.

The second one is the aunt of Zheng Ironsmith. The little girl had just booked a marriage, and as a result, the future husband was killed by the mountain wolf when hunting the next day. After she learned about the incident, she also had the situation of the former lazy man. Fortunately, after a while, her ecstasy turned out to be good. But from then on, people have become mad, laughing and dancing outside every day to show people. The third is the aunt's father, Zheng Blacksmith. Seven people have been killed so far.

Wei Wu is not a hunter, but rather a soul-eater.

Although the two are different, they are completely different things. The genus is a ghost, and the beast is a monster. According to his opinion, it may be that the landslide has collapsed the ancient tomb, and Tianlei opened the coffin and released the aged old man who rested in peace. Whether it is, let him take a look at what kind of coffin is there, and whether there is any seal residue. The townsmen of Foshan Town must have buried the burnt eucalyptus and re-converge the bones into the soil. There will be no trace left.

Going up the mountain to take the mountain road from the town, Wei Wushao squatting slowly down the slope. After a while, a few people looked down and down.

Some of the pedestrians were wounded and screaming. The sky was dim, and he ran into a squatting squatter, and he was shocked and snorted, circling him downhill. Wei Wuzhen turned back and thought about it. Could it be that this soul smashed his hand and smashed it? Slightly thinking about it, patted the scorpion hips, trotting on the mountain.

He just missed the next complaint of this group of people:

"I have never seen such a hegemony!"

"The owner of such a big family, is it necessary to come here to grab a soul-eater with us? He didn't know how many years he killed when he was young!"

"Hey, what's the way. Who told that it was Jiang Cheng. Whoever offends a family can't offend Jiang's family, and anyone who offends can't offend Jiang Cheng. Packing things away, I think it's bad luck!"