The trembling and weird image was filled with a strong ominous air as soon as it appeared.
The so-called fear of hope probably refers to this kind of thing!
Therefore, the panic that arises involuntarily from the depths of the heart is more like the animal's fear of natural enemies engraved in the depths of the genes. It does not need to be seen before. As long as you see it, you will naturally be timid and avoid it. Like a cat to a mouse, like a raccoon to a cat!
Since he is a mortal body, this kind of horror is inevitable.
The bodyguards standing outside saw this big-mouthed monster, like a frightened bird and beast, screaming, and howling wolves and ghosts fled in all directions.
The tentacle in the big mouth stretched out and inserted into the heads of the nearest four bodyguards. With only one breath, the four tall, burly hill-like bodyguards were sucked so that only a thin piece of skin remained. Soft down.
"Who are you? How dare you prevent my god from coming!"
The eyes on both sides rolled, staring at Zhou Yang, who had stopped before he even retreated, his eyes were full of undisguised hostility and hatred.
"Anyone who dares to stop the coming of my god will die!"
With the fragmented sound, the tentacles stretched wantonly, and the bodyguards who had no time to escape were sucked dry one after another.
The monster's body quickly expanded at a speed visible to the inner eye, and in the blink of an eye, it was more than four meters high and two meters wide horizontally.
The trembling evil aura is even stronger, making people feel involuntarily soft, unable to bear any resistance to the will, and just want to give up everything and die!
However, Zhou Yang didn't have the slightest idea of surrendering and dying.
Abandoning everything in the previous life, crossing the Yinshan Mountain and crossing the Tianmen, all the sorrows, joys and pains are all dreams for him, what is the horror
Zhou Yang exploded with a roar from the bottom of his heart, drew a short knife from his waist, and instead of retreating, he recoiled up against his big mouth.
All the monsters contracted their tentacles and inserted them towards Zhou Yang.
"you!"
The short knife crossed across the monster's neck.
The whole head that turned into a big mouth flew up in the air.
"Yes!"
Although the head was chopped off, more mucus-filled tentacles emerged from the severed neck of the monster, blasting at Zhou Yang.
A sharp light broke out from the two knives in Zhou Yang's hands, smashing the tentacles to pieces.
"Varied!"
The double knives that smashed the tentacles took advantage of the momentum to insert the monster's broken neck, slamming downward!
"NS!"
The monster's entire chest and abdomen were completely cut open, and rotting and foul internal organs spurted out, but they turned into strange insects with teeth and claws in the air, and they pounced on Zhou Yang one after another.
"ghost!"
Zhou Yang's double knives danced into a ball of white light, smashing the worms that were rotting and changing internal organs one by one.
One sentence.
"What the hell are you!"
Zhou Yang and the monster passed by.
Behind him, the monster was torn apart, and pieces of meat were scattered all over the floor.
Disgusting pungent smell filled the air.
Fortunately, the surviving bodyguards choked their throats and vomited heartily.
Zhou Yang turned around and walked to the head that cracked into a big mouth.
The eyes were still turning, staring at Zhou Yang closely, his mouth made a hoarse voice, "Who are you?"
"What the hell are you?" Zhou Yang asked again, "Why did you come here to summon the evil god!"
But Big Mouth was obviously not interested in answering his question, so he bounced up and opened his mouth to bite him.
The knife light flashed, and his head was cut into eight pieces.
This time I really couldn't die anymore.
Looking at the foul-smelling pieces, Zhou Yang frowned.
This kind of summoning the evil god is never a matter of painstaking effort, doing it wherever you want it, and it's not something that a single person can do it.
There must be a more complicated source behind this matter, at least it will involve a group of dark wizards of the North Caucasus school, and an evil god who wants to sneak into the world and do something!
The matter is far from over!
But Zhou Yang didn't think much.
Soldiers will come to block, water will come to cover the earth, what else is going on, that's it!
Zhou Yang, who is starting again, is fearless!
He turned and returned to the room.
The scene remains the same as when he left.
The black robes in a circle all collapsed to the ground, trembling non-stop.
Zhou Yang walked over and lifted a person's hood casually.
This is a woman in her fifties. Judging from her makeup, she usually thinks she is a very graceful lady, but at this moment, she is pale, her eyes are blank, her mouth is foaming, and she keeps muttering vaguely. The unclear words, listen carefully, and the content of the chanting is fragmented, without any organization.
She is crazy!
It wasn't just that she was crazy, Zhou Yang checked after a round and confirmed that all the black robes present were crazy, without exception.
However, Zhou Yang had no sympathy for them and didn't want to bother them.
Turn around and look at the souls of the girls on the eight candles, confirming that each soul is intact, and then a simple altar has been set up, and after reading a Sutra of Salvation, they can be calmed down carefully. Put away.
These poor girls are all victims. He can't bring them back to life, but he can send their souls back to their hometowns.
After cleaning up the souls of the eight girls, Zhou Yang jumped into the black hole in the ground.
Unsurprisingly, there is also a soul that has suffered so much.
A cross-shaped shelf stands in the center of the more than ten flat square cave. Thirteen candles are lit around the shelf. The flame of each candle sticks out with a long, thin line of fire connected to the shelf.
The soul of an eighteen or nine-year-old girl trapped on the shelf was always tortured by the flames.
But when he saw this soul clearly, he still couldn't help but hesitated.
This is a wandering soul!
The soul of a stranger can be called a wandering soul if it is separated from the body!
The tortured main soul of the ritual who was trapped on the shelf turned out to be a living soul!
This means that every bit of pain she suffers will be transmitted to her body, and the pain in the body will be transmitted back again, and every bit of pain will be doubled by this!
This kind of pain is definitely not something an ordinary girl can bear.
This wandering spirit should have gone mad.
Zhou Yang thought this way, and wanted to go forward and free her first.
But the wandering soul, who had been hanging his head, suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Zhou Yang.
Although the eyes are hard to conceal the pain, they are clear and stable, full of vigilance and vigilance, and they do not conceal their hatred!
She is not crazy!
This is a girl who is unimaginably strong!
Since she wasn't crazy, she couldn't use coercive means that might hurt her sanity. It was actually more troublesome for Zhou Yang.
Zhou Yang looked back at the girl calmly, "I killed the monster that trapped you, now let go of you, don't run around, otherwise there will be no chance to go back!"
The girl made a hoarse voice, "Why should I believe you?"
Zhou Yang said: "What can you do if you don't believe me? Are you still worse off than you are now?"
The girl was silent for a moment, then asked again: "What is your name? What can you do for me?"
"My name is Zhou Yang!" Zhou Yang said calmly, "Tell me your name, where is your body, and I can send you back to your body!"
"Why are you helping me? I can't give you any benefits!"
"Since I have encountered it, it is impossible to ignore it! As for the benefits, I have never thought that I will take what I want, no matter what others want!"
"My name is Su Xiaocha, and my body should be in the Wucheng First People's Hospital! I have been away from my soul for six days. If I can't return to my body before sunrise tomorrow, there will be no chance again!"
"I don't see that you are quite expert! Okay, Su Xiaocha, I'll take you home!" Zhou Yang stepped forward to untie Su Xiaocha, "Do you believe me?"
"I don't believe it!" Su Xiaocha replied, "However, as you said, no matter what, I can't be worse than now! Just, I hope you won't regret this promise!"
"I never regret what I do!"
Zhou Yang collected Su Xiaocha's soul, jumped out of the black hole, and strode out of the yard. For other people, he had no idea of helping them. It was already his great compassion that he could let them go by themselves.
Back on the highway, we will start by car.
Go to Wucheng eight hundred miles, five hours from sunrise!
In the small courtyard room left behind by Zhou Yang, a black robe suddenly stood up. First, he stood stiffly for a while, and then slowly shook his head, hands and feet shook very uncoordinated, as if he was being born. Every movement of the hand-operated puppet is rigid.
After shaking for a long time, the movements were not normal, and the black robe finally gave up the effort of coordinating the body and started a new movement.
He bent down, dragged the other black robes that were still crazy and mad one by one to the black hole and pushed them down, and then walked out of the house, grabbing all the bodyguards who were so frightened that they were soft and still vomiting, and dragged them to the hole and pushed them down as usual. .
Soon, all the living people in the entire yard were pushed into the hole.
The black robe hesitated for a moment at the entrance of the cave, and then jumped down.
There were creepy tears, screams, and clear chewing sounds from the black hole.
Someone struggled to get up from the entrance of the cave, covered in blood, trying to escape the black hole, but was immediately pulled in again by the powerful force.
The whole process lasted for an hour, and the sound in the cave finally disappeared and it became deathly quiet.
Suddenly, there was a clear bang, and a wet tentacled thing threw out of the black hole and put it on the edge of the cave.
Immediately afterwards, the black robe got up from the hole, his whole body was soaked in blood, and the tentacles that were thrown out shrank back under the robe like a live snake.
The black robe stiffly walked out of the room, looked up at the night sky, and then looked towards the dark road, two red lights flashed under the hood.
"Zhou Yang, Zhou Yang, Zhou Yang!"
The hoarse and broken voice murmured, one higher than the other, the other clearer, and finally turned into a roar full of malice and hatred, rising from the small courtyard to the sky, reverberating in the night sky, like a huge ferocious beast. roar.
"Zhou Yang!"
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