"It's your turn soon" Ergou's voice was a little erratic, and the sneer on the corner of his mouth seemed to have a hint of meaning.
The remaining villagers were still rolling on the ground, wailing in pain, but Crocodile Moth stopped and stood in the air, looking at everything coldly.
Wisps of black energy continued to rise from the bodies of the villagers, and a familiar sound of water splashing began to come from the well.
We took a step back again.
Things were now somewhat out of our control, or it was a reappearance of a certain scene.
In Bukuli Mountain, in Yunnan.
This kind of scene has happened even in the Ge family compound.
They want to turn this place into a place of death.
I don't know how many places this is transformed into a place of death, but I can be sure that this is definitely not the last place.
But it won't be too long before the last place.
Every place like this cannot be arranged overnight.
I know very well how much stuff it takes to decorate such a place, and I also know how much energy it takes.
With the ability of the Palace of Hell, it is not easy to arrange such a place.
Those crocodile moths alone take an unknown amount of time to cultivate, and the same goes for those hearts underground.
How many people did they kill and how did they cover up this kind of thing?
They all need the Palace of Hell to finish things behind.
I stared at the crocodile moths and the villagers on the ground.
I wanted to see what would happen to Ergou.
I am certain that he will never end well.
I absolutely do not believe that he will still be alive after tonight.
After a while, the things underground also climbed up, and the female ghost came up, or it would be more appropriate to say that it was a combination of those who died tragically in Lingshan Village over the years.
There was almost no hesitation on their part.
He pounced directly on the hundreds of villagers who were lying on the ground, tearing at their flesh, sucking their blood, and another burst of flesh and blood flew everywhere.
After this ordeal, all the villagers who were already about to die died, and the entire yard was filled with an indescribable stench.
As the crocodile moths died, the crocodile moths in the sky also rushed down and hit the ground, making a dense popping sound.
The palm-sized crocodile moth committed suicide crazily under our gaze.
The belly of every crocodile moth is bulging, filled with the blood and flesh of villagers, as well as a trace of resentment.
The crocodile moth was killed on the ground.
Coupled with the blood of the villagers and the female ghost with overwhelming yin energy, the entire yard was wrapped in resentment, the temperature plummeted, and it was so cold that people shivered.
The three of us looked at each other and saw the seriousness in each other's eyes.
They didn't just want to turn the old house into a place of death, they had a grand plan.
If you want to turn the old house into a place of death, just rely on the villagers who just died.
Coupled with the accumulated resentment, it is enough.
But now, those crocodile moths are committing suicide crazily again, and the resentment formed in them is enough to turn several surrounding households into death places.
But this doesn’t make sense.
There is not much difference between several households and one household.
I carefully recalled the location of Lingshan Village, then looked at the well, and was horrified.
Lingshan Village happens to be on the ridge part of the mountain, which is the central axis of the mountain, and the old house where we are located happens to be the center of the entire mountain.
And this well is in the center of the old house.
In other words, the key is still this well.
Through this well, the entire mountain can be controlled.
It is this mountain that they want to transform.
I whispered my guess in a low voice.
Dachun was shocked and couldn't close his mouth, but he quickly nodded and whispered in my ear: "Think about Bukuli Mountain, think about Yunnan.
Where?
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It’s no better than our place, it’s normal for them to want to transform a mountain.”
I nodded, Dachun was right, but until now, no one from the Palace of Hell has shown up.
Also, the little girl didn’t show up.
The breath she left in Furen was very stable, and she was safe.
Her safety means that we are safe.
If our safety is not guaranteed, then she will definitely come forward.
In the sky, all the crocodile moths have rushed down.
The whole yard was full of dead crocodile moth corpses.
Occasionally, a few alive ones were struggling on the ground, but the sounds they made were human moans.
I held my breath, wanting to see what Ergou would do next.
Ergou closed his eyes.
Taking a deep breath, the expression on his face was not only intoxicated, but also filled with deep disgust.
Opening his eyes again, Ergou aimed his gaze at us.
He said softly: "Don't worry, all this will be over soon.
I have endured and waited for so many years, and everything is finally going to be over."
After saying that, he walked to the well.
He took out the knife and pried the bluestone beside the well.
An obvious gap appeared in the originally solid bluestone as he pried it.
The two dogs went around the well and pried it nine times.
All nine blue bricks were pried up, revealing the scarlet soil underneath.
See it all.
I slowly exhaled, and I somewhat understood why those crocodile moths committed suicide, and why those crocodile moths tore apart the villagers but did not kill them.
Ergou wanted to use the blood and resentful souls of the villagers and Crocodile Moth.
Their blood and resentful souls were the keys to pry open the blue bricks.
Pieces of blue bricks were pried open, and the things underneath were gradually exposed, which were bamboo-like things.
This is a transportation pipeline.
The pipelines all lead to the water well in the end, channeling the resentment into the water well.
The place where the water well leads is obvious, which is the center of the mountain.
From the inside out, they really want to transform the entire mountain into a place of death and a place of yin.
Ergou's actions continued, and the expression on his face became increasingly strange.
It was a strange expression mixed with excitement and helplessness.
He wanted relief, but he was also afraid of relief, but he had had enough of this suffering.
"Xiaowei, let's die together, and we'll meet again in the next life."
Ergou murmured, and after prying up the last brick, he came to the female ghost.
He stretched out his hand and slowly touched the female ghost's face.
Faces flashed across the female ghost's face and then disappeared again and again.
Large amounts of Yin Qi broke away from the female ghost's body, entered the bamboo joints, and led to the well.
In the end, the female ghost showed that familiar face, the woman who Ergou called Xiaowei.
"We can't be together in life, and we must share the same point in death."
Ergou stroked Xiaowei's face, a smile of relief appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the knife suddenly inserted into his heart.
"We can't be together in life, and you can't even think of sharing the same hole in death."
A cold voice came out at this moment.
The black cat jumped up from the edge of the well and ran directly to Ergou.
The cat's paws waved directly, knocking Xiaowei down and driving it into the bamboo joint.
The black cat stepped on Er Gou's body and stared into Er Gou's desperate eyes.
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He said softly: "Despair?
Where is despair?
Hate?
Then there is deep hatred."
"Why?"
Ergou wriggled his lips and made a difficult sound.
"Why?"
The black cat's eyes moved and he made a cold voice.
The real commander has always been the village chief.
What I don’t understand is why the village chief was killed.
But it exists in this form.
"In twenty years, you know very well how many people you have killed, and how deep your resentment is.
How can I let you dissipate like this?"
The village chief's cold voice echoed in the courtyard, but hearing it made people feel an indescribable coldness.
Everything is a game.
Ergou is in the game.
He thinks that he can kill people and do everything as required by the Palace of Hell.
But he is in the game, how can he get out of the game.
I don't know what I feel in my heart, whether it's sadness or something else, I can't tell myself.
Ergou wriggled his lips, but didn't spit out a word, just closed his eyes with hatred.
An indescribable resentment escaped from his body and surged toward the well along the bamboo joints buried in the ground.
After dealing with the two dogs, the black cat turned around and looked at the few of us.
The one eye in his mouth turned even more, bringing out a cold meaning, "Now it's your turn, do you want to see our arrangement?"
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