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The goddess pointed her hand, and a cloud of black mist rushed towards her, and many hideous and painful faces were faintly visible in the mist.
This is the killer of the goddess, named "Ghost Fog", which gathers a strong yin and resentment. It is usually stored in a columbarium by her, buried in the ground to absorb the yin, and will not be used until a critical time. Moreover, this ghost fog has no wisdom, only resentment, it is extremely difficult to control, and it will be swallowed if you are not careful.
Today, I saw Li Qingshan's menacing force, so I hurriedly opened it, but the power of this ghost fog is also extraordinary. Ordinary creatures are trapped by this ghost fog, and they immediately fall to the ground. Between the virtual and the real, ordinary people can't see it at all.
If it hadn't been for Li Qingshan to have opened his eyes, he would start his words, and the effect of the painstaking practice these days had appeared.
The goddess did not expect that Li Qingshan could see the ghost fog, she panicked immediately, and quickly shook a copper bell: "Xiao'an, Xiaoan! Come out for grandma and kill him!"
The child named "Xiao'an" squatted in the corner, his face full of pain, but he held his head motionless.
When it was said that it was too late, Li Qingshan resorted to "the bull demon stepping on the ground", stomping heavily on the ground, leaving a deep footprint, flew up and cut it off with a knife.
Cold light suddenly appeared, blood splattered, and the goddess grasped the copper bell's thin chicken-clawed hands, and even the wrist was chopped off by Li Qingshan.
Before Li Qingshan had time to test the results of his knife, he felt the yin qi attacked behind him. The ghost mist smelled the aura of strangers, like a beast smelling blood, and was driven by resentment.
Li Qingshan did not dare to stop and ran forward, but felt that the ghost mist did not catch up. Hearing a screaming scream behind him, he turned around and saw the ghost mist enveloping the goddess, with grimaces gnawing on her. Bite bite.
Even Li Qingshan hadn't expected this change.
It turned out that the goddess lost control of the ghost mist under severe pain, and was immediately eaten back.
Injustices have their heads, but debts are in the hands.
The instigator, the goddess, eventually reaped the consequences, twisting all over, and the flesh and blood withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Li Qingshan looked at his chest freely and laughed.
There was a trace of compassion and sympathy in his heart, but he was forced to suppress it because he felt shameful. In the face of innocent suffering children, he would like to sing a long song and weep. And for such a beastly inferior person, he wanted to obliterate all sympathy, and laughed up to the sky.
The wall of the courtyard outside the house was originally full of people. Looking towards the house, the villagers became curious. The three splashes could not stop them. They could only let them do so, but occupied the best viewing seats at the front entrance.
Seeing Li Qingshan stepping into the door, he flew up and cut off the hand of the goddess, and then the goddess fell to the ground and wailed in pain, and in this wailing and wailing, Li Qingshan's laughter was like a madman, frightening everyone's hearts.
Many people were so frightened that they fell down the wall. The three Poppies also sat on the ground with soft legs. They felt extremely regretful when they remembered that they had ridiculed and abused him. How could they provoked such a character.
Li Qingshan only saw the ghost mist gradually dissipating, and once the grievances in it were released, he would give up. The goddess was lying on the ground, dying, she was not dead yet, but she was obviously not far from death. Guess what kind of exercises she had practiced before she could sustain it.
The goddess stretched out the only remaining chicken paw, toward the child in the corner, like pleading and resentment, and shouted: "Xiao'an Xiaoan!"
Xiao An looked at her blankly and fearfully, and Li Qingshan said, "I'll give you a ride!" The thick-backed steel knife in his hand plunged downward.
Guanshi Liu and Village Chief Li rushed to the news when they saw this scene. Before they had time to say "Knife under the knife," the goddess died. They looked at each other, and each burst into cold sweat, remembering that the goddess also said the day before. Kyogen said that Li Qingshan had been killed soon, and he was killed today.
I was even more thankful that Li Qingshan was not rushed that day, otherwise I would not be able to tell what the result was.
This is the second time Li Qingshan has murdered. Compared to the first time he was panic in the dark, this time in broad daylight, he appeared very calm and progressed so much that even he himself was a little surprised. He wondered: "Am I Was that "Bull Demon Power Fist" aroused the magic in my heart, or is this my true face?"
In the modern society that was inverted and blurred in the previous life, I don’t know how many people can't stretch their true temperaments, they can only follow the trend and live in accordance with current events. Not to mention that they are adults in their 30s and 40s, even teenagers, without enthusiasm and ambition. He is just one of the many beings, no different from ordinary people.
However, the life and death changes that went through the cycle of reincarnation aroused the pride in his chest. He refused to live a mediocre life, but was pressured by the hard life of this small mountain village for fifteen years. He finally got this opportunity. It is really like a madman to be released, and he will no longer constrain.
Li Qingshan narrowed his smile and turned around and said: "Don't panic, two, this old thief is guilty and deserves it, and wants you to be fair."
In broad daylight, you break into the house and kill people, and you want us to be fair. These words only whirled in the hearts of the two of them, naturally no one dared to say them.
Suddenly one day he rushed out of the crowd and came to Li Qingshan. He knocked three heads humbly and raised his head: "I killed the people, and it has nothing to do with Erlang! This old witch killed my family, Xiao Mao, Dad will avenge you. That's it!" It was Li Fugui who cried and laughed again. This big rock that had been pressed on his chest for many years suddenly moved away, and he felt that he would be stunned even if he died.
No one in the village knew what happened to Li Fugui and couldn't help being silent.
Only when Guan Shi Liu showed embarrassment and fear, it was precisely because Li Fugui encountered this incident and used wine to dissipate his sorrows to change the seller Zhongliangtian, he was able to achieve the fame of "Liu Bancun", if Li Qingshan suspected that he was in collusion with the goddess, then Isn't it bad
Li Qingshan said, "I do everything by myself. If you need to set up the tank, please come with me!" He greeted the three Poppies and several prestigious old people in the village to come to the backyard of the goddess.
Li Qingshan turned his head and nodded under the eaves. Others followed his gaze and looked at it, but there was nothing, Xiao An was hiding in the shadows, pointing to a clearing.
Li Qingshan gave the order, and the three splash skins began to dig the ground. Under Li Qingshan's gaze, they worked hard one by one, not daring to be lazy. After a while, they dug a big hole and dug out a skeleton.
Li Qingshan went down to collect the skeleton, looked back under the eaves, and ordered: "Keep digging!" This is not Xiao An's skeleton.
Under Xiao An’s guidance, Li Qingshan asked people to dig out a few more places, and a few more white bones were dug out. The people around were shocked. How could there be so many bones buried in the backyard of the goddess? One is like the bones of a child.
Li Qingshan was also a little surprised, and his complexion became heavier, knowing that this was the victim of the goddess practicing sorcery. The ghost mist full of resentment he saw must have come from this, and he only hated the death of the old thief. Too happy.
At this time, I only heard a "ding" sound, as if I had touched something, carefully dug out, but it was a porcelain altar, tightly sealed.
Without waiting for Li Qingshan to stop them, the three Poppies rushed to open the porcelain altar, a small cloud of black air rushed out, fearing the sun, and went straight into a Poppi's mouth and nose.
The Poppy shook his whole body, fell to the ground and passed out. After a while, he was silent.
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