The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 58 Don't worry, I will protect you

After entering the Daughter Village, Lang Jiuchuan felt something different, as if the maple tree just now was a critical point, separating this peach garden from the outside world, and even his mind relaxed a lot.

Even Shen Qinghe and others felt that they could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

The closer they got to the center of the village, the more they heard the sweet laughter that was unique to girls. Following the sound, they saw three girls kicking a colorful shuttlecock in front of a wooden house. When they saw people coming, they stopped and stared at them with their big watery eyes.

There were also unmarried men among the guards. When they saw that the girls had no shyness at all and stared at them boldly, their ears turned red for some reason.

Shen Qinghe coughed heavily and glanced over. Several people quickly retracted their gazes and looked at Lang Jiuchuan, but they didn't know that she was watching more enthusiastically than them and even gave some instructions.

"It is indeed a village of girls. This girl is so beautiful, pure and smart, yet a little wild. She is really attractive."

Everyone: "..."

Do you want to listen to what you are saying? You are a girl!
Lang Jiuchuan added: "It is romantic to die under the peony flowers and become a ghost. That's probably what it means."

Everyone came to their senses at once, their thighs tightened, not daring to look at those girls again, as if they were lusty ghosts waiting to seduce them.

Lang Jiuchuan saw another dilapidated wooden house. A woman in dark red clothes with a child in her arms was standing at the door, staring at them with a numb look in her eyes.

In the dark corner of the door, there was an old man with his head down, looking lifeless.

Lang Jiuchuan heard the sound of chains and looked to the west. A ghost in a black robe walked out from a black fog, floated towards the old man, and threw a set of soul-catching chains in his hand.

thump.

The old man fell to the ground, and the ghost's chain had already trapped his soul. He turned around and wanted to leave, but as if he had noticed being watched, he looked over with a cold gaze and met Lang Jiuchuan's eyes.

Gui Cha: "!"

When the ghost saw Lang Jiuchuan clearly, his expression changed instantly, and he dragged the old man into the black fog.

Lang Jiuchuan blinked and sighed, "It's true that when people leave, the tea gets cold, and when ghosts leave, the ghosts are ruthless. When we met, he didn't even say hello."

Shen Qinghe was walking beside her, and when he heard her muttering, he asked, "What did you say?"

"Nothing." Lang Jiuchuan looked at the numb woman again. When she heard the old man's movement, she was stunned for a moment, stared at him for a long time, as if she was relieved, and shouted loudly at the door.

They were speaking the local dialect of their village, and Lang Jiuchuan didn't understand it, but when she saw the doors of other houses opened and people walking out towards this side, she guessed what it was.

Lang Jiuchuan didn't mind his own business and followed Shen Qinghe upstairs.

Up ahead, Elder Ke had obviously heard the noise as well. He walked down expressionlessly, came up to them, and looked at Lang Jiuchuan coldly.

Lang Jiuchuan smiled and said, "Someone's dead."

Elder Ke pinched the bone flute in his sleeve, looked at Shen Qinghe, and said: "The master has been to the mountain temple, so I will not lead the way. Remember not to act rashly in the mountain temple, otherwise..."

He also gave them an ambiguous smile and walked past them without finishing his words.

"The situation is still unclear, why bother to irritate him?" Shen Qinghe felt helpless.

Lang Jiuchuan said: "If you don't provoke him, how can he take action?"

Shen Qinghe's heart tightened: "Is he the evil one you mentioned? Is he controlling evil?" "He doesn't have that ability yet." He can't be said to control evil, but he is closely related to evil, at least he is not innocent.

The group continued walking towards the mountain temple, when suddenly someone rushed in front of them. It was an old woman in her sixties or seventies, with almost all her teeth falling out, messy white hair, and tattered and thin clothes.

"What a sin, it's all a sin. It's the people of Red Maple Village who did this. That's why all the men died." The old woman smiled and held her finger in her mouth. She shook her body and looked at them and said, "The mountain god will be angry. You will all die. You will die..."

As she spoke, she held her head in fear and screamed, "It's not my fault, it's theirs, Honglian, Honglian..."

Lang Jiuchuan and Shen Qinghe looked at each other, and she stepped forward and asked gently, "Who is Honglian?"

"Honglian, beautiful." The old woman screamed and rolled on the ground: "It's none of my business. It's not me."

Shen Qinghe tapped his belt, his mind racing.

"Auntie, why did you come out?" A little girl ran over quickly, looked at the person in front of her warily, and pulled up the old woman who was rolling on the ground, saying, "Auntie, go back to the house, it's cold."

"Eat, eat."

"Okay, Aduo will cook you some sweet potatoes." The little girl coaxed her, turned her head to look at Shen Qinghe and the others, pursed her lips, and said in a low voice: "You guys should leave quickly, it's getting dark."

Dark?

It's just past noon and the 3:00 p.m. time has just arrived. How come it's getting dark already?

They looked up at the sky and were stunned for a moment. What happened? It was quite bright just now, but now it was a little dark. Moreover, it was suddenly very cold and there was frost on their eyebrows.

Lang Jiuchuan's eyes were cold.

What was black was not the sky, but the evil spirit that spread over the village, trying to block out the sky and the sun.

Lang Jiuchuan flipped his wrist, and the judge's pen appeared in his palm. He asked several people to come forward and quickly drew a rune on their foreheads.

Everyone shuddered, then suddenly became clear-headed and looked at her hand again, but there was nothing there. Was it an illusion?

"What's wrong?" Shen Qinghe was the calmest one and just rubbed his arms.

Lang Jiuchuan, who had just used his Taoism, said with a pale face: "Entering its territory is like entering a tiger's mouth. If you are not careful, you will be swallowed up. Don't be too reckless. But don't worry, sir, I will protect you."

Shen Qinghe touched his chest ribs and felt that what she wanted to protect was the proud bone she talked about.

At this moment, a majestic tiger roar was heard, deafening and making everyone shudder.

"Is there still a big beast here?" Luo Tian stood beside Lang Jiuchuan, looking around vigilantly, his hand always on the scimitar at his waist.

Elder Ke, who was dealing with the death of a tribe member, also heard the tiger's roar. He walked out the door, frowned, felt a little uneasy, and pursed his lips into a straight line.

Lang Jiuchuan was summoning Jiang Che in the spirit platform. He had been gone for so long, so he must have explored everything, right?
Jiang Che was at this time swallowing the evil spirit on the cliff in the valley. He burped, and when he heard Lang Jiuchuan's call, he licked his paws, looked at the deep white bones at the bottom of the cliff with contempt, leaped up, and his spirit climbed up the mountain like a physical body, and came to a cave.

A huge evil spirit attacked him.

Oh no, there’s a plot!

"You damn woman, come and save me quickly, mountain temple." The general roared like a tiger again, and a powerful murderous aura broke through his spiritual consciousness and directly hit the evil spirit.