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The Purple Talisman's spontaneous combustion caused Third Uncle's face to change drastically.

At this moment, the half cylinder suddenly moved!

"Be careful!"

Before I could react, Third Uncle gave me a push. Then, before my eyes, my shoulder seemed to have been scratched by something. I looked down and saw that the clothes on the outside of my shoulder were torn. There was a wound that looked like it had been cut by a sharp knife.

The wound was still bleeding, but the strange thing was, the blood was not red, but black!

It was originally just a light skin wound, but normally, a Band-Aid would be enough to heal it. However, at this moment, the wound was turning black and purple at a speed visible to the naked eye. Just for a moment, it made me dizzy, and I couldn't stand straight.

Third Uncle quickly supported me and placed a handful of glutinous rice on my wound.

I could even hear the "Zi Zi" sound. It was like a red-hot iron suddenly being thrown into cold water, and wisps of black gas were coming out through the glutinous rice.

The pain was one thing, but the dizziness and dizziness had eased up by quite a bit.

When Third Uncle took his hand away, I could clearly see that the originally white glutinous rice had now turned black.

Fortunately, after the application of the glutinous rice, although the wound was still black, it did not continue to spread. However, Third Uncle's expression was very ugly.

At this moment, I discovered that half of the jar had already reached my back. It was obvious that the wound on my shoulder was caused by him. If it wasn't for Third Uncle giving me a push in time, I wouldn't be able to confirm whether he was still alive or not.

The monster was too fast for me to react.

Half of the vat turned around again. Although it had no head, it raised its claws and pointed them at me. It seemed to have quite a grudge against me, as it kept staring at me.

"Longevity!" "Give me your hand!"

Third Uncle took out a short knife and slashed at my palm without saying a word. The wound was deep, and blood oozed out. At this moment, third uncle also cut his own palm, and then met my palm with mine.

At this strange moment, Third Uncle took out two more scarecrows and gave me one of them to kick in my arms.

Third Uncle said, "Longevity! Although this thing was powerful, it could not see and could only sense living things through Qi and blood. But right now, you and I will exchange our Qi and blood, and then I will use the Secret Technique of the Mysterious Gate to exchange identities with you. When the time comes, it will definitely chase after me, and you can use this opportunity to lie down inside the Blood Coffin, and wait for it to leave before coming out again! "

I was stunned and immediately shook my head. "No! It was too dangerous! It wants to kill me, I can't implicate you! Third Uncle, you should hurry up and run, I'll give you some time to run. "

"Bullshit!" If you go up there, you'll just be throwing your life away! "

Third Uncle grabbed me and said with red eyes, "Changsheng, listen to me! Everyone here can die, but not you! You're dead, and I'm sorry for your parents! I'm sorry for what they told me before they died! "What I did was fated. You don't need to feel guilty. From the day you were born, my life has never been mine!"

Third uncle suddenly pushed me away and shouted with a ferocious expression, "Run! Run! Otherwise, everyone will have to die! "

This is the first time I've seen Third Uncle this crazy, and also the first time I've heard Third Uncle talk to himself. For a moment, I was stunned by Third Uncle's appearance and words.

Just as I was in a daze, I unexpectedly aimed the half of the jar's arms at Third Uncle.

At that moment, Third Uncle smiled. "Changsheng, I've let you down. All of this is my due …"

With that, third uncle turned around the corner of the house and disappeared from my sight.

Suddenly, the half cylinder moved and with a leap of its legs, it turned into a black shadow and chased after Third Uncle. I opened my mouth, wanting to say something, but no words came out. It was just that my tears started to flow uncontrollably.

I knew that my Third Uncle's death would not be a good one, and all of this was for me. He was willing to be my bait to save my life, and to save mine, he was willing to sacrifice himself.

Third Uncle, ah, Third Uncle, is all this really worth it?

I wiped away my tears. My throat felt like it was clogged with something. I didn't stay long and ran towards the Blood Coffin at my fastest speed.

Third Uncle was willing to exchange his life for mine. No matter what, I have to live, not just for myself, but for Third Uncle as well. Third uncle gave me my life. I will remember this in my heart. If I can escape this calamity, if third uncle is still alive, then I will take my life in return.

At this moment, I seemed to have forgotten the fear in my heart.

I ran as fast as I could to the front of the Blood Coffin, and then struggled to open the lid of the coffin. I didn't hesitate to lie down inside. Just as I lay down, the village chief seemed to rush in.

I ignored him and closed the lid, leaving a gap for air.

After a while, I heard someone opening a shop and opening another Blood Coffin. It should be the village chief. This guy is smarter than a monkey, seeing that I hid in the Blood Coffin, he did the same.

At this time, I couldn't care about him anymore, all I could think about was what Third Uncle had said.

I lay quietly in the Blood Coffin, unable to calm down for a long time. The village was occasionally filled with miserable screams, but other than that, everything else was extremely quiet. With the appearance of this half of a vat, no one knew how many of the rats would be able to escape.

As for the people in the Ghost Village, they definitely could not escape, and could very possibly become the things of those half corpses, half ghosts.

If it wasn't for Third Uncle using the glutinous rice to stop the Cadaveric Poison from spreading, what was left for me was either death or living a life worse than death. By this time, the wound on my shoulder had lost all sensation, or no pain, and I could not feel it with my nails.

Obviously, this was the influence of the Cadaveric Poison. Although the glutinous rice could inhibit the spread of the Cadaveric Poison, it was completely unable to cure it. In a few days, the Cadaveric Poison would still act up.

Once the Cadaveric Poison flared up, the consequences would be unimaginable.

It was just a small wound, a wound that could be cured with a band-aid. But now, it had become a life-threatening thing. One had to admit that this half jar was extremely terrifying.

Besides the Cadaveric Poison on the wound, when I thought about it carefully, I suddenly felt that there was something wrong with the whole thing.

From the moment I entered the Ghost Village, everything seemed to have fallen into a conspiracy. A group of villagers who were initially infected by the evil spirits hanged themselves from the locust tree. A few days after their deaths, their corpses turned into mummies.

But now that he thought about it, wasn't all of this supposed to provide blood and vitality to the other half of the vat?

In other words, from then on, there was something that planned to break the Seal of the half jar, so it used its flesh and blood to feed it.

During that time, I almost became half a jar of food on the plate.

After that, it was Faceless who tricked a large number of villagers into entering the Ghost Village. At that time, he thought that the things in the dried well would not let us go, and he wanted to destroy the village. Now that he thought about it, all of this had been planned beforehand.

After the large amount of villagers entered the Ghost Village, because of the blood Qi, the coffin for the half corpse and half ghost would cause trouble at night. The sealed coffin suggested by Third Uncle was indeed true, but the other party was a bit more skilled, using the human flesh and blood to make those things go crazy.

After the half-dead ghost went crazy, the villagers suffered a lot of casualties. The dense blood aura awakened the remaining half-dead ghost from the coffin. Since then, he had laid the groundwork for all of this.

We were forced to retreat to the locust tree, so that the rat swarm appeared, devoured the half-dead, and the snake horde appeared, triggering a great battle between the snake and the rat.

All of this brought about too much blood aura to the Ghost Village. This blood aura was invisibly absorbed by the locust tree, stimulating the awakening of half of the vat, to the point where a large amount of snake and mouse died, and their blood converged into a river, which was absorbed by the half of the vat.

In the end, the Seal was destroyed, and the half of a vile and headless vat was born!

From beginning to end, all of this had been a trap, a trap to make the other half of the vat come into being.

The man who set up the plan, who controlled almost all the events in his palm, let us step by step into his scheme. Regardless of whether it was the expert controlling the rat swarm or the expert controlling the snake swarm, in front of the mastermind behind this arrangement, they were all toyed with.

If it wasn't for the appearance of this half jar, if I hadn't seen the whole thing with my own eyes, I probably wouldn't have believed it myself.

It was hard to imagine that there could be such a terrifying person in this world.

Who was this person? Was he the mastermind mentioned by Gloria? What was his purpose? What good would it do him to release half the cylinder?

Half of the vat was broken, while the citizens of Dawn would suffer. The other half was like a black vat.

This was not just for fun. Once this half of a vat was born, the village wouldn't be the only one to suffer …