how to kill a dragon

Chapter 89
In a place where evil spirits are rampant, resentment is rampant, often forming a unique field of resentment.

Some resentment fields are so gloomy that people can tell at a glance that this is definitely not a good place. The best way is to leave as soon as possible. Some resentment fields will condense into illusions according to the wishes of the resentment owner, luring strangers to enter.

The place where ghosts and water ghosts gather is often the latter.

Tiger poison does not eat offspring, but some ghosts will even seduce their relatives for the tiger to eat under the drive of the tiger.

"Taiping Guangji" has a saying: ghosts, people who are eaten by tigers, are the ears of tigers.

When the real Dacheng Village was exposed and saw the tragedy inside, Jin Beijing, as an experienced senior, immediately knew what happened here.

"It's no wonder there was no resentment on those people just now. They are no longer human, but they are not evil. They should be called ghosts."

"As a minion for a tiger?"

Wang Fuyao has also heard of this kind of thing, "But the ghosts are so weak, they will collapse if they are far away from the tiger, and there are so many ghosts."

"The tiger demon here should be full."

Wang Xiaotai answered the words, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she sighed, "Everyone must die."

"Or how many tigers are there to create so many ghosts, and even formed a field of grievances. The ghosts condense and linger, and resentment breeds. This place is already a big evil."

"Those tiger demons who are mischievous and cannibal should still be here."

"Don't turn back! Don't turn back!"

The shrill screams in the distance were getting closer and closer, and several people looked back.

It was the old woman who was the leader of the funeral procession just now, she was holding the black spirit tablet in her hand, and approached them like floating along the wind.

Guangshen's eyes narrowed, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he wiped his palm, and slapped a ray of white light on the old woman's shoulder, and shouted, "Still awake!"

The old woman stopped suddenly, trembling all over, and looked at them tremblingly, her eyes looked much clearer.

Not long after, she looked as if she had regained some consciousness, and tears flowed down her cheeks: "Is it an immortal! Is it an immortal! Immortal, save my son! Save my son!"

As she spoke, the old woman knelt down on the ground holding the black spirit card and kowtowed to them non-stop.

The tablet looked heavy at first glance, but no matter how weak the old woman was, she did not put down the dark tablet.

For Wang Xiaotai and the others, kneeling and worshiping by believers was commonplace, so they accepted the old woman's kneeling and bowing calmly, but Wang Fuyao was a serious cultivator and was not used to such scenes.

She bent down and lifted the old woman from the ground.

Even if the old woman no longer has a physical body, she is just a ghost, she cannot accept her kneeling.

Wang Fuyao frowned, "Old man, we came to Dacheng Village specially to resolve your grievances here, what happened here, please explain it clearly, and we can go save your son."

The ghost of the old woman was already extremely weak, and if it wasn't for the God of Light to save her some spiritual power, she would disappear into thin air.

She was pale and trembling, and finally explained clearly what happened in Dacheng Village.

She couldn't remember the exact time, but she only remembered that day, a lot of ferocious big tigers suddenly ran out from nowhere, and they ate everyone in the village.

These tigers are not afraid of swords and guns, and their roars are shocking. They even know sorcery and cast spells to surround the entire village, making it impossible for anyone to escape.

That day was a nightmare.

The old woman began to tremble when she said this. This was a painful memory that she could not bear even if she turned into a ghost.

The old woman claimed her surname was Zhou, and her son was named Zhou Yan, who had always been a good hunter. His father left early, and their mother and son had always been dependent on each other.

Immediately after the incident, Zhou Yan took the machete at home, turned the window behind Aunt Zhou's back and ran into the woods outside the village.

Zhou Yan said that he has seen real tigers in the mountains and forests, which are completely different from the ones in front of him. Real tigers will not eat anyone they meet, and they have never seen humans, so they will hesitate when they see them.

These tigers from the village are so extraordinary that they take pleasure in eating people.

But later, he found that he couldn't leave the village anyway, so Zhou Yan took her to hide in the cellar of his home for a long time. He didn't even dare to open the door, eating, drinking, and lying in the cellar.

Later, when the food in the cellar ran out, Zhou Yan and the others had no choice but to return to the ground.

At this time, the voice of any living person could no longer be heard in the village.

Aunt Zhou suspected that everyone in the village had died.

Trembling, they crawled into the kitchens of neighbors' houses, hurriedly searched for something to eat, and barely stuffed it into their stomachs.

Just as she was going out, Aunt Zhou suddenly smelled an indescribable stench. She realized that something was wrong, and when she turned around, she met a pair of green tiger eyes, and her feet softened and she collapsed on the ground.

At this time, Zhou Yan had already left the house, but seeing Mrs. Zhou being attacked, how could she ignore it? She immediately drew out her machete, without hesitation, turned around and ran towards Mrs. Zhou, pointing the tip of the knife at the tiger, brazenly defending herself Elderly mother.

Aunt Zhou has no memory of what happened after that.

All she knew was silence when she opened her eyes.

Son, the tigers are gone.

She was looking for her son in a daze.

Sometimes I feel that my son is dead, and the white-haired person sends the black-haired person, and I have to help him with a decent funeral.

Sometimes she felt that her son was still alive. After all, the body had not been found yet, so she had to remind him to leave quickly.

Son, hurry up, my mother is old and can't walk anymore, it will drag you down, hurry up.

My silly son, it doesn't matter if mother dies, you have to live on!

Son, go, go, it's dangerous here, don't look back, don't look back.

Don't turn your head back, don't turn your head back, mother is fine, don't worry.

Don't turn your head back, don't turn your head, you will die when you turn your head.

Wang Xiaotai and the others silently listened to Mrs. Zhou finish telling her story, and no one interrupted the sporadic narration of the ghost.

As she talked, Mrs. Zhou seemed to be in a state of unconsciousness again, shouting 'Er Mo turn back', 'Er Mo turn back', staggering and walking away step by step holding the black tablet in her arms.

It seemed that he was looking around for his son in a daze, and it seemed that he was yelling for his son to go away.

But they all know that Aunt Zhou is already a ghost, and she is dead.

Although I don't know how this ghost has his own consciousness, but Mrs. Zhou is indeed a dead person.

And her son Zhou Yan, in a place with such deep resentment, it is impossible for a stranger who has not practiced to survive.

There was no name on the dark tablet in her arms, and it was unknown where she found it.

This should be the tablet she found for her son.

But she will never find her son.

Sorrowing for my parents, giving birth to me and being exhausted.

Caress me and breed me, grow me and raise me.

The virtue of wanting to repay, Haotian Wangji.

　Yanzhizu students, your cameo is here!I personally think Zhou Yan is very handsome, very brave, and able to protect his mother.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)