The hostility in Xiao Zhao's body surged in just a short moment, and his eyes, which had already returned to their true colors, became as if they were soaked in blood and filled with evil aura.

I looked at him with a half-smile, without saying a word, but Xiao Zhao's eyes were darting back and forth, and he didn't dare to look at me.

The murderous aura generated by a moment of hatred is not the same as the evil aura tempered by the rivers and lakes.

I don't have to do anything deliberately to suppress the evil ghost. Xiao Zhao finally couldn't stand it anymore after looking at me for a long time, and his anger disappeared: "I will go with you to find Lao Suntou to take revenge."

"Wise choice, get in the car!" Lin Zhao and I got up and rushed to Matigou.

Lin Zhao kept checking the map in the car: "The location of Matigou is across a river and a mountain from Beishui Ancient Town. If we put aside the two barriers, Matigou is exactly opposite Beishui Ancient Town. Could it be another Feng Shui trick?

Formation?"

"It's hard to say!" I shook my head and said, "Repeated things in the art can happen many times. However, it is too early to draw conclusions now. Let's go and take a look."

At this time, Xiao Zhao Senran, who was sitting in the back seat, asked: "Li Po, have you planned it a long time ago and want me to help you find Lao Suntou, so why don't you save me?"

"I remember that when Lin Zhao pushed me out, he said: I can still be saved."

I responded calmly: "Don't you know whether you can be saved or not? I don't believe you didn't remember what happened in the past few days before you died."

"If a person doesn't eat for a few days, do you think he can survive?"

Xiao Zhao said coldly: "I can't survive in the hands of ordinary people, but in the hands of you warlocks, I will definitely survive."

I said in a deep voice: "Beat him!"

Lin Zhao raised his hand and threw a magic talisman onto the back seat. The car suddenly exploded with lightning, and blue electric fires swam around on the car seat. Xiao Zhao's ghost also shrank into a ball in the electric fires.

The group screamed endlessly.

Lin Zhao didn't need me to say anything, so he threw another magic talisman and sealed the other person's mouth.

Looking in the rearview mirror, I could only see Xiao Zhao twitching continuously, but I could no longer hear his cries and howls.

Lin Zhao looked coldly at the back seat: "If you take him with you like this, there won't be any problems, right?"

I sneered and said, "Ghosts are just like people. Sometimes what you tell them is the truth, but he insists on thinking that you are lying to him. This guy obviously died at the hands of others, but he still wants to have a deep hatred with me."

"For this kind of person, my patience in explaining to him is limited. It would be more straightforward to give him a beating. Just ask for advice."

As I spoke, I sped up, and the ghost in the back seat became completely obedient. He didn't speak again until I arrived at Ma Shoigou.

I drove the car to a stop near Matigou, turned to Xiao Zhao and asked, "Hey, can you feel where Lao Sun's head is?"

Old Suntou is Xiao Zhao's enemy. The enemy may not be able to do anything else, but he is very good at finding enemies, and he is even more accurate than a warlock in casting spells.

This can be regarded as justice given by God to the wronged soul!

Xiao Zhao was convinced by me and didn't dare to talk nonsense with me. He pointed to the east: "Over there!"

That's not the direction leading to Matigou, but it may be the path leading to the villagers' ancestral graves.

I drove the car until the end of the road, and then Xiao Zhao said again: "I feel like I'm on the mountain."

After I walked some distance along the mountain road, I saw a small temple about one foot tall in the weeds on the roadside.

The small temple carved out of a single piece of stone looks like a bird's nest thrown into the grass at first glance. But if you look inside carefully, you can see a figure with a tall figure sitting in the temple, wearing a red cloth. of clay figures.

I pulled out the dagger and touched the red cloth that was draped over the clay figurine like a cloak with the tip of the knife. The clay figurine seemed to be frightened by the blade and trembled twice before regaining its composure.

I put away the dagger and said: "Someone is offering sacrifices to ghosts here! Look ahead."

The further forward Lin Zhao and I walked, the more small temples there were in front of us. Some were gathered together in twos and threes, and some were scattered alone along the road. I walked until we reached an abandoned village, and the small temple for ghosts was also in ruins. The wall was broken and the walls were connected into one piece.

Some were even hung on the beams with ropes. When the night breeze came, the small temple swayed in the wind like a hanged ghost. I could even see the clay figures inside sneering at me through the temple door.

I looked at Xiao Zhao: "Didn't you say that the person is here?"

Xiao Zhao said in a trembling voice: "It should be behind the village."

Just as I was about to move forward, Lin Zhao reminded me: "Be careful where you step, don't touch the stone temple. Every stone temple is dedicated to ghosts."

"There should have been a massacre here. All the people in the village were killed. In order to prevent their resentment from spreading and harming others, some warlocks built a temple to worship them. The place where the small temple is located should be the place where they died. .”

I glanced around and said, "There were not many people participating in the massacre of the village, but the massacre lasted for a long time."
Chapter completed!