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"Hmm?"

He stood as still as a statue, but the rain was still pouring down from his face.

"Master, what's wrong with this person?"

Hu Xiao'er shook his head: "I don't know, it feels weird. It's raining so heavily, I just stood by the side of the road without moving. There's something wrong, be careful."

Hu Xiao'er: System, can you detect Evil Qi?

System: Big brother, I can't detect anything ~

Hu Xiao'er was speechless. At this moment, in such a place, looking at such a weirdo and hearing the System's coquettish voice, Hu Xiao'er felt his whole body becoming weirder.

"Uncle!" Are you a villager here? "

Hu Xiao'er asked again.

The man tilted his head and shifted his gaze from He Chenguang to Hu Xiao'er.

He suddenly grinned, revealing a strange smile.

With a hoarse voice, he said, "All of you must die!"

Hu Xiao'er and He Chenguang felt goosebumps all over their bodies due to this weird smile.

At this time, a loud cry came from the village: "Father! Father!"

A girl's anxious voice was heard.

A girl dressed in plain clothes, about twenty years old, finally saw the man standing in the rain.

He hurriedly trotted over.

When he saw Hu Xiao'er and He Chenguang, he was immediately stunned.

The girl looked at the two fearfully, then she held the weird man in her embrace and left slowly with the old black umbrella.

At this time, the rain got heavier and heavier, and the sound of thunder could be heard incessantly.

Hu Xiao'er and He Chenguang looked at each other, then walked towards the small hut.

approach. In the bungalow, both their pants and shoes were wet.

Hu Xiao'er knocked on the door, following that, an old man opened the door.

Hu Xiao'er took out his ID card and the old man happily let them in.

The old man served them hot tea and a dry towel.

"Officer, come, wipe the rain, drink some hot tea, catch cold."

Hu Xiao'er thanked his repeatedly, and it turned out that the two of them were the first to arrive.

He thought that he would be late, but to think that he would be late.

"This weather is really strange!" "When does it not rain? Why do you have to choose this kind of weather?"

"Yes, is this heaven's will?" The old man looked out of the window.

Then he turned around and introduced himself, "I am the village head, my surname is Ding. Just call me Village Chief Ding. "

It turned out that this person was the village chief. He looked to be at least sixty years old. His hair was white, and his face looked ancient.

The deep wrinkles on his forehead were a sign of the passage of time.

"Hello, Village Chief Ding. We have come to pacify this strange matter. Please rest assured." He Chenguang tried to pin him down.

When Village Chief Ding heard those words, he nonchalantly grinned. It appeared to be a mocking smile, but also a smile of helplessness.

He paused and said, "The last time I heard this, it was only two days ago, and it was only a few Taoists. In the end, they lost their lives in the afternoon. I hope you guys aren't going to die this time. "

Hu Xiao'er was at a loss for words, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he was unable to.

He only asked who the person at the village entrance was.

After hearing Hu Xiao'er's description, Village Chief Ding said somewhat regretfully, "He is our village's village's, Wang De. He was scared silly when he heard that he had seen something he shouldn't have seen at night. Now it's crazy all day long, and the words and deeds are weird. At night, he would run to the mountain and sing a song. Anyway, it's crazy. The girl who brought him back was his daughter, Wang Xiaodie. "

"A family was travelling out of the city, but there was a car accident. The father and daughter were fine, and the rest were all dead. What a pity! And now there's this, aiya! " Village Chief Ding sighed with emotion.

Ah, so it's like this … Hu Xiao'er felt a little sad in his heart, the pressure on his shoulders felt even heavier.

"Village Chief Ding, what is going on here?" He Chenguang asked curiously.

"I think that since you all have come here, you should naturally understand the situation here. However …"

"However, you all definitely do not know why this happened here."

"I'm willing to listen to the details." Hu Xiao'er sipped on his tea and shivered.

Village Chief Ding sat across the table.

"This place was a corpse refining workshop in ancient times."

"Corpse Refinery!" Hu Xiao'er and He Chenguang cried out in unison.

"That's right, this is the corpse refining area where magic is prevalent. After a person dies, either they undergo corpse refining, or they use spells to revive their dead, which means they are living dead."

"How did he come back to life after he died?" He Chenguang didn't understand.

"The 'life' here is only the life of the body, not the life of the mind. Of course, magic naturally referred to human lives, so many people had died here. He still died miserably. When a Magus dies, there will naturally be a solemn funeral. "

"Thus, the apprentices of the Magi built a tomb in this place. At that time, due to the death of the Magus, a large number of massacres occurred in the tomb.

His apprentices had designed an exquisite tomb that hid their killing intent. They had refined all kinds of corpses, corpses, and even ghosts to accompany this Magus who had been bestowed the title of a deity.

All these years had gone by peacefully, until a few days ago, when these ancient tombs were discovered, the most important part was that they had opened the tomb, thus all the evil spirits had a path to the mortal world. Disaster is unavoidable. "

He Chenguang was dumbstruck as he listened. Was this a fairy tale?

Hu Xiao'er was already half believing this.

"Him? This him, who is he? " Hu Xiao'er asked.

"Tang Dynasty's number one Magus, Ding Sheyi."

"Ding Sheyi? I don't know him. "But we never heard of such a story before we came here. How do you know?" Hu Xiao'er was suspicious.

"Maybe you should ask me why I believe." Village Chief Ding said lightly.

Hu Xiao'er was startled, and immediately understood that this Village Chief Ding could be the descendant of this Magus?

Village Chief Ding looked at Hu Xiao'er's speculative gaze and helplessly nodded his head.

"That's right, I'm his descendant. I haven't said it in those years, it's a secret."

Village Chief Ding rolled up his sleeves and exposed his arm. Immediately, one could see the dense spell cast on his arm.