brother is right

Chapter 72 They are no longer human!

son?

Listening to the old man's words, Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng showed surprise.

The ghost that forms a ghost. Is it the old man's son?
"You are a mortal, dare to raise ghosts? You are not afraid of backlash, right!" Zhang Feixuan said with wide eyes.

Wang Qizheng shouted: "This is an evil way, no wonder you feed us to eat human flesh. Seeing that we are Qi refiners, the human flesh must be poisoned so that we can be swallowed by this ghost. No wonder this village looks strange, probably They are all evil ways, brother, kill them!"

It's worth it.

Can things like ghosts be raised?

Even if it can be raised, if a mortal raises a ghost, that would be so courageous.

The most important thing is that he is still alive, and this village can still exist, it is simply unbelievable.

However, Song Yin shook his head, blasted the ghosts away with another punch, and said, "They are not evil ways."

Not evil?

what is that?
"Xianjia, please do me a favor, let it go, my son is just a poor man, there is nothing he can do about it!"

The old man grabbed the ground with his head, and the sadness came from it, and he couldn't help crying.

……

Ten years ago, this place was not as desolate as it is now. The wide plains can grow food, and from time to time, some small animals can be caught for meat.

If the year is good, there may be a bumper harvest.

It can't be said to be prosperous, but it can definitely fill your stomach.

What people ask for is three meals a day.

All live with hope.

Until one day, a person came and brought a batch of seeds.

This kind of seed has great power, it can be ripened four times a year, and the yield is high, which can be described as a bumper harvest.

The only requirement is that people must be hardworking and need to keep plowing and plowing the fields.

But this matter, for farmers, couldn't be easier.

The village that planted the land first had a great harvest, and the surrounding villages continued to introduce this kind of seed, worshiping the monk as a god, and every household worshiped the spiritual tablet.

They thought that they could no longer worry about food, as long as they worked hard, they would surely have a good harvest.

The thing is the same, they have obtained good harvests for three full years, every household has enough food, and even started a sideline business, they can raise silkworms, weave cloth, and raise livestock.

But in the fourth year, the four crops of that year began to grow less, and each crop was much less than the previous one. At that time, no one cared, only that the year was different.

In the fifth year, when the grain production dropped again, everyone still didn't notice it. They just felt that the year was not good, so they just had to bear with it.

In the sixth year, there was almost no food production, and everyone began to beg God and worship the spirit tablet, hoping that the year would be better.

In the seventh year, there is no harvest, and the cultivated land can no longer produce grain. No matter how they cultivate the land and develop new land, they will not produce grain.

Whether it was the food seeds left by the Taoist or the seeds they planted before, none of them produced food, and the small animals in the surrounding land were also extinct, and the livestock and silkworms raised disappeared very early.

The whole land seems to have lost its vitality. For people, it is a dead land.

In the eighth year, famine began, and the land gradually became chaotic. Some people starved to death and some fled.

But what's more, bandits are rampant, and this land is being plundered all the time, in order to compete for that full stomach.

And that year, a group of bandits happened to enter their village.
……

"My eldest son is born strong, filial and filial. He works hard, and no one will praise him as a good man. But when the bandit entered the village, there were many people and powerful people. No matter how powerful he was, he was no match. The bandit The boss liked my son Yongli, so he made a condition."

Speaking of this, the old man burst into tears: "He asked my son to submit a nomination certificate, so he let my village go, but where can I get this nomination certificate, my son, my son."

The old man's pupils constricted, and his tone became harsh: "He killed my daughter-in-law who just passed through the door, took his head as a token of honor, and followed them away!"

As he said that, his body softened and he almost collapsed on the ground: "My daughter-in-law is kind, gentle, reasonable, and has a deep relationship with my son on weekdays. How did he manage to do it!"

"But this old man knows that if he doesn't accept it, let alone his daughter-in-law, I'm afraid that all the women in this village will be taken away. There is nothing to do, nothing to do!"

"Later I heard that the group of bandits disappeared, but a monster came out, and it would kill anyone it met, and eat flesh and blood. I thought it was just a rumor, but one day, the monster appeared at the gate of the village, and put down a pile of dried meat. After leaving, the old man will know that it is my son, that must be my son!"

He sniffed, looked at the ghost that had condensed into a figure again, choked up and said: "At first, no one wanted to eat it, and no one knew what the jerky was made of, but I couldn't stand the hunger! I'm old, I'm hungry But even wild vegetables and roots are hard to find, no one in the village wants a bite to eat, and those children are so hungry that they are out of shape, the old man really has nothing to do, so I took this jerky and let them eat it."

"Hungry"

Wang Qi raised his head and said complicatedly: "I know that feeling."

Zhang Feixuan was about to say why he didn't leave, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he shut up resentfully, and just waved the folding fan.

It's just that he didn't say it, but the old man himself said, "It's not that we haven't thought about leaving, but the world is so big, we have no idea where we can go. Even if we can't bear it in our hearts and want to leave, we can eat it." After eating the jerky, we can’t leave the village.”

"Those who eat jerky and leave the village, as soon as they leave the village, there will be a dark wind, and my son will come out and kill them, and then make new jerky, so no one dares to go out, just here alive."

After the old man finished speaking, he knocked hard again, "Xian family, I am waiting for mortals, there is really nothing I can do! The Xian family will let me wait, it doesn't matter if you kill my son, I deserve it, but how can the people in this village Do it!"

"What about the people outside?"

Suddenly, Song Yin made a sound, which made the old man stunned.

He punched away the condensed ghost again, and said to the old man: "It's understandable to do anything to survive, but I can only understand it. Those jerky are just like you, and they have nothing to do with the world. Peaceful and calm, everyone is the same. If I let it live today, it will kill more people like you."

The old man almost lost his mind, and said in a desperate tone, "Then I'll wait, is it hopeless?"

"Senior Brother, why don't you take them back to the mountain? It's not that if you have more people, you can't support them." Zhang Feixuan suggested at this time.

"I agree." Wang Qizheng echoed.

It's fine if you don't return to the Xumi pulse, anyway, the brother has already raised a group of mortals, and it's not impossible to raise another group.

With Song Yin's ability to control the wind and fly now, he can come and go very quickly.

And looking at this old man, it seems that he is a perfect person, he has never been sucked by anyone, and this old man is like this, so this village should be a perfect person.

It's just that Song Yin didn't seem to hear what they said, just stared at the old man, and said: "Actually, you already know that if you kill this ghost, no one in this village will survive."

The old man slowly lowered his head and stopped speaking.

Bear!
A ball of white flames ignited from Song Yin's hand. He looked up at the sky and said lightly: "You think the village is dark and you can pretend you don't know it because you can't see it? Take a look!"

He waved the fire into the sky, and the white flame flew directly into the sky and exploded, like fireworks, emitting bright white light, illuminating everything in the village.

It wasn't that there was no one in the village, and it wasn't that those people were hiding in.

Those children were in the middle of the village at this time, crawling like beasts, their faces were disheveled and their faces were disheveled, only a pair of red eyes remained, and their exposed skin was like that ghost.

Inside the house, on those doors and windows, the mortals who were probing before still maintained their probing postures, with disheveled hair and ghostly postures.

What's even more frightening is that these beings are all staring at them.

That kind of gaze made Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng shudder.

They are still in human form tomorrow
Change at night? !
They walked all the way in the dark, were they being stared at by these things? !
"As soon as I opened my Dharma Eye, I knew that they were already surrounded by ghosts. They were neither human nor ghosts. If you continue to support them like this, sooner or later, you will not even be able to support this village."

Song Yin shouted: "They are not human anymore!"

(End of this chapter)