bullyxtreme Chapter 397: Ghost Fire Stone Sculpture, Weird!
Chapter 397: Ghost Fire Stone Sculpture, Weird!
"Ball!" Su Chen shouted.
Wang Zhenqiu was laughing there, the frivolous look on his face faded a little, and he put the mask in his hand on his face.
"Okay, Brother Su, just wait and see!"
A figure flashed and Wang Zhen threw the ball out.
"Hey, folks, don't get excited!"
The voice was vague, and the person was already in front of him.
"Speak nicely, how bad is it to take action?"
"Stop talking nonsense!" The villagers' eyes turned red and they swung their magic weapons to smash.
"Hey, brother, you are really angry."
Wang Zhenqiu twisted his body to avoid the attack, and kept talking.
"Come, come, let me massage you to calm you down." His hand was already on the man's shoulder.
"What are you doing?" The villager was stunned. A strange energy flowed through his shoulders and into his body.
"Relax, relax..."
Wang Zhenqiu's voice was sticky and had a weird tone. The villagers' eyes started to widen.
"Are you comfortable?" Wang Zhenqiu asked with a smile.
The villagers nodded blankly, with an indescribable expression on their faces, which seemed a bit strange.
"That's right, harmony brings wealth." Wang Zhen patted the villager's body with the ball.
"boom!"
The villagers fell to the ground, motionless.
"Next, next!"
Wang Zhenqiu smiled and pounced on another person.
"Be careful! Don't let him touch him!" someone shouted.
late.
Wang Zhenqiu's figure moved very quickly, and he waved his hands at people one after another.
"Sister, you look pale, can you rub it?"
"Brother, my forehead is black, can you give me a massage?"
"Old man, my waist is not feeling well, can you give it a massage?"
The sound continued, and the "bang bang" sounds of people falling to the ground became continuous.
The villagers who were touched were stunned at first, and then they all fell down.
"What kind of magic is this?" The remaining villagers were stunned and stood still, not daring to move.
"Hehe, it's not a magic trick." Wang Zhenqiu smiled and took off his mask.
"Love massage is the cure for all kinds of dissatisfaction."
"Don't come over here!" Some villagers' throats were hoarse.
"Not coming? That won't work." Wang Zhenqiu smiled.
"The massage isn't over yet." Then he walked forward again.
"Run!"
Someone shouted, and the remaining villagers panicked and ran back in a panic.
"Hey, don't run, it's not done yet!" Wang Zhenqiu shouted from behind, with a hint of hypocritical regret in his voice.
"Brother Su, it's done!" Wang Zhenqiu turned around and gestured to Su Chen.
Su Chen nodded, looking at the villagers lying on the ground, his eyes darkened. "The brainwashing is thorough enough."
"Pathetic and hateful." Wang Zhenqiu sighed.
"Let's go." Su Chen raised his foot, "Look for Ma Xianhong."
"Yeah." Wang Zhenqiu responded and followed.
Feng Baobao didn't say anything and followed behind, her eyes still empty, but they seemed a little different.
The night was deeper.
The wind was howling, and the walls of this damn village collapsed.
Wang Zhenqiu followed behind Su Chen, his eyes always glancing at the rotten iron lumps on the ground.
I walked a little slower, and when the two in front of me weren't paying attention, I swooped in.
Wang Zhenqiu squatted down, picked up a few better pieces, and put them in his pocket quickly.
It’s icy cold and still a little steamy.
Wang Zhenqiu grinned and laughed, but the sound was so quiet that he couldn't even hear it.
"Shen Ji Bai Lian... Hey, that's interesting."
"Qiu'er, what are you hesitating about!" Su Chen shouted from the front.
"Come on, Brother Su!" Wang Zhenqiu quickly put his thoughts aside and quickly chased after him.
……
Zhang Chulan was still beside Wang Ye, not moving a step.
Zhang Chulan gently wiped the sweat off Wang Ye's forehead with his sleeve, feeling indescribable.
Wang Ye's breathing was still weak, but it seemed to be more even.
"Lao Wang, you have to get better soon..." He seemed to be talking to himself.
Something happened to Wang Ye? Zhang Chulan didn't dare to think about it.
His eyelids moved and Wang wanted to open his eyes.
I felt warm inside knowing someone was taking care of me. I wanted to say I was fine, but as soon as I opened my mouth, I felt like a stone was pressing on me and I couldn't move.
"Old Wang...?"
Zhang Chulan saw that Wang Ye had moved and asked softly.
Wang moved his lips, but still didn't say anything.
"Don't talk, take a rest."
Zhang Chulan quickly stopped him, fearing that it would be even more difficult for him.
Wang Ye slowly closed his eyes, just knowing the gratitude in his heart was enough.
……
"Faster!"
Su Chen urged. In the dark, three people were running in the dilapidated village.
Where did Ma Xianhong go? Is there anything else going on?
The atmosphere was so oppressive that one was afraid of stepping on a landmine with every step.
Feng Baobao suddenly stopped, as if she sensed something.
"..."
Closing his eyes, Feng Baobao felt carefully and frowned.
"What's wrong, Sister Baoer?" Su Chen asked when he saw that Feng Baobao was not feeling well.
The clarinet player also stopped and looked around vigilantly.
Feng Baobao suddenly opened his eyes, looked in one direction, and his voice became deeper.
"There's something over there."
"Things?" Su Chen and Hei Guan'er were both nervous.
"What the hell?" Su Chen asked.
Feng Baobao shook her head, her eyes also puzzled.
"I don't know...but...it's weird."
“The Qi is very strong, but... it’s chaotic, and there’s a lot of it..." Feng Baobao tried hard to describe it, but seemed unable to make it clear.
"Go and see!"
Su Chen immediately decided, "Never mind, just wait and see."
The three of them walked forward carefully, with Feng Baobao pointing the direction, and they took each step carefully.
The night was so dark that it seemed like a layer of thick ink, making the ruined Biyou Village look even more hideous.
"I said," the clarinet said, with a hint of uncertainty in her voice.
"This smell... is it even more wrong?"
Su Chen didn't say anything, but walked even more lightly, his eyes fixed on the direction Feng Baobao pointed.
The broken walls and rotten tiles covered the ground, and the wind blew over, making a whimpering sound, which was creepy.
Something is even more wrong.
The strange smell in the air became stronger and more mixed.
The chaotic Qi is mixed together, and when you inhale it into your nose you feel a stuffy feeling in your chest.
"What the hell is this? It's so weird."
Clarinet muttered something again and held the clarinet in his hand even tighter.
Su Chen still didn't say anything, but just raised his hand to signal, "go slower and be more careful."
Finally, there was a clear space in front of us. In the darkness, we could vaguely see some dark shadows.
It was hazy and emitted a faint green light, like a will-o'-the-wisp.
"I go…"
The clarinet took a deep breath, and the tone of the voice changed.
"What the hell is this?"
That was not a "thing" at all, it was clearly a bunch of strange things standing there motionless.
They look like a group of stone sculptures, or like monsters crawling out of a grave.
Some looked like humans, with their teeth bared, some looked like wild animals, with their eyes wide open, and some... it was impossible to tell what they were.
It's twisted into a ball, and it looks weird just by looking at the outline.
These things are all covered with messy patterns.
The faint light came through the lines, red and green, and it didn't look like a good thing.
"Magical weapon?"
The clarinet's voice was a little shaky. He claimed to be knowledgeable, but these things in front of him were the first time he had seen them. There was an indescribable evil aura about them.
"Ma Xianhong did it?"
Su Chen narrowed his eyes and his face darkened.
The previous “Ruhua” was already disgusting enough, but these things… make people feel even colder.
"Roar--"
Suddenly, a low roar came from the pile of "stone sculptures".
It was as dull as a wild animal gurgling in its throat, instantly breaking the dead silence of the night.
Then, the "stone sculptures" moved.
It's not a "stone sculpture", it's alive!