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Zhang Nan lowered his head in dejection. Was he supposed to just watch helplessly as the villagers embarked on a road of no return?

"No, I cannot watch them die. They are all relatives of my zhangjiazun." Zhang Nan shook his head and rushed back to the village.

"Village Chief, we really cannot allow everyone to continue. Can we stop?" Zhang Nan walked in front of the village chief and begged.

At this moment, more and more corpse oil was seeping out from the ancestral hall. It was like a corpse oil well, constantly seeping out, and the villagers had drawn more of it, but more corpse oil had seeped out. Gradually, all the villagers ran into a pit in the middle of the ancestral hall, and the corpse oil was soaked in it.

"Zhang Nan, don't disturb us. Everyone is busy, no one has time to bother you." The Village Chief waved his hand and continued to instruct the villagers to continue.

"Village Chief, I beg of you, please ask everyone to stop and ask Song Yang for help. This matter is related to the white tiger and we cannot solve it. Zhang Nan kneeled in front of the village chief and held onto him tightly.

The village chief's expression was moved as he looked at Zhang Nan helplessly. But in an instant, his gaze became cold again: "Go, if everyone sees you later, they will speak ill of you again."

Just as expected, before the village chief even finished speaking, a few young men saw Zhang Nan and revealed a fierce look on their faces. They rushed over and pushed him away, and did not hesitate to chase Zhang Nan out.

"Are we really going to wait for death?" He looked at the villagers who were still busy with their work in despair. At this moment, his heart felt like it was pierced by a million arrows. It hurt, but there was nothing he could do.

After stumbling back into the house, Zhang Nan looked like he lost his soul as he looked at Song Yang: "Why don't they believe me?"

He pulled Fox Fairy along, "What did I do wrong? I just don't want everyone to die. If everyone is dead, then is zhangjiazun still the zhangjiazun? I really hate how I can't use magic. I'm not a demon catcher, so I'm not strong enough. "

"Perhaps, this is destiny." Song Yang's gaze was deep as he looked at the brightly lit zhangjiazun in the distance. He said to himself, "Come, all of you come at me.

This night, the village chief did not rest at all, all the zhangjiazun carrying villagers were sucking the corpse oil, but the amount of corpse oil was increasing, the entire village had been busy for the whole night, the corpse oil that had been poured out was over ten thousand, but the corpse oil in the corpse oil pool was still that much.

Looking at the inexhaustible oil on the corpses and the exhausted villagers, the Village Chief was on the verge of collapse.

However, this was just the beginning. After a busy night, the Village Head told everyone to go back and eat breakfast. Just as the villagers were about to go home, a group of black cats arrived at the ancestral hall.

The hundreds of black cats were like an army, not only did they come out of nowhere, but they also seemed to respond to a call. They walked into the ancestral hall and surrounded the Corpse Oil Pool, each of them had a fierce look on their faces and were staring at it as if there was something underneath.

Suddenly, there was movement in the pool. It was as if a pot of boiling oil had started to boil.

Puff puff puff …

The oil from the corpse splashed onto the edge of the pool. Black smoke rose from the ground, and the soil around the pool turned into a pile of black powder.

"Meow ~ ~ ~" The black cat seemed to be enraged. One by one, it bared its fangs and brandished its claws and began to bark wildly.

Phew...

Suddenly, a black cat jumped and jumped into the pool. The black oil immediately engulfed the black cat, leaving no remains behind.

Phew...

One jumped in, followed by a third, a fourth...

The several hundred black cats were like warriors who were going to die generously. Even though they knew that they would be doomed no matter what they did, they still jumped into the pool without any hesitation.

As for the Corpse Oil Pool, it was like a dissolving pool, logically speaking, hundreds of black cats should not only be able to fill up the corpse oil pool, but could also form mountains of corpses, but for some reason, countless black cats would jump in, but the corpse oil pool was still the corpse oil pool, the corpse oil in the pool did not even add an extra mark, as if, under the corpse oil pool, there was a bottomless pit.

After a while, Zhang Er and Zhang San returned from their meal and saw the black cat jump into the oil pool one by one. Zhang Ergou was timid, so he fainted on the spot with his eyes wide open.

The village chief rushed back with his men. The black cat was still queuing up in the Corpse Oil Pool. It seemed like it couldn't see everyone as it continued to jump down.

"Quickly, chase them away!" The village chief was pale with fright, he picked up his stick and started fighting. The black cat was of high quality, no matter how many people tried to fight, they would not leave, and just kept jumping into the pool. First, they jumped out one by one, then they jumped out by three, then by five, and finally more than ten, twenty of them jumped in together, all the way until hundreds of black cats jumped in.

The moment they entered the pool of oil, blood splashed out and the black cat disappeared in an instant. At the same time, it emitted a strong bloody smell. When the villagers saw this scene, they were dumbstruck.

"Oh no! Zhang Er is dead! Zhang Er is scared to death!" At this moment, there was another wave of noise from outside.

The Village Chief's head was about to explode. When he turned to look at Zhang Er, he saw that Zhang Er's eyes were wide open like a cow's and were bloodshot. His face was ashen, and he was no longer breathing.

"Second Brother, Second Brother?" Zhang San kneeled in front of Zhang Er's corpse and started to cry. The group of villagers had no other choice. They did not expect Zhang Er to be so scared to death.

"Carry Zhang Er's corpse back first." The village chief shook his head helplessly, his hand swept past Zhang Er's face and closed his eyes, then he said: "It looks like we were wrong about Zhang Nan."

When he arrived at the door, the village chief acted like he was a sinner. He knelt down on the ground and said, "Zhang Xiusheng, this is all my stubbornness, you guys save the village."

Zhang Nan and the other two were still sleeping, upon hearing the Village Chief's words, they anxiously rushed out. Many people dejectedly stood at the door, the fear in their eyes had not receded even now.

"What do we do? Do you have any ideas?" Zhang Nan looked at Song Yang, not knowing what to do.

"Master Song, it's all my stubbornness. It has nothing to do with the villagers. You can't just watch me die." The village chief looked at Song Yang. Seeing that Song Yang had been silent for a long time, he became anxious.