The sun sets.

The stream is gurgling, passing by the village, the shepherd boy rides a cow and plays a flute.

In the villages, smoke rises from every family, and there are vague sounds.

Along the way, in the paddy fields, the old man planting rice rice and shouted at the shepherd boy.

“What a peaceful farmhouse scene.”

At the bridge at the entrance of the village, several figures slowly arrived, each dressed monotonously, but had a strong figure and extraordinary momentum. The person in charge looked at the scene in front of him and laughed.

"How many people are passing by?"

The old man who planted rice rice also saw a few people and greeted him.

"Passing?" said the leader and walked to the edge of the field, "Old man, there is an old scholar living in your village, right?"

"Are you talking about Master Qiu?" The old man was simple and happy when he heard this, "Are you here to find Master? But his friends?"

"Friend?" The person in charge shook his head, "It's our king who wants to find him!"

"King?" The old man's expression changed suddenly. He took two steps back and saw the man in front of him suddenly opened his mouth, his lips expanded rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, a man was getting taller and red inside!

Fishy smell!

Before the old man could shout, he pounced on him.

Crack!

With the crisp sound, the man in the head bent down slightly, and his head turned into a huge wolf head. The wolf's mouth chewed, and blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

"Ahhhh!"

A shrill scream came from the side, but the shepherd boy turned his head and saw the scene of a human head turning into a wolf and swallowing people with his mouth. He screamed in horror. The buffalo under him seemed to be stimulated, mooing, and stomping, trampling on four hooves, running towards the village.

"Have you run away?"

The wolf-headed man spit out a piece of bone with blood and waved his hand. The few people behind him chuckled, their clothes were broken, and they all rushed towards the village.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Several ups and downs have caught up with the shepherd boy.

Screaming, roaring, swallowing, the shepherd boy and the cow were eaten, leaving behind blood and bones, dyeing the soil red.

Then, the few people did not stop and entered the village.

The whole village suddenly became boiling, men roaring and women wailing.

The sunset is like fire, the clouds are like burning, and the sky is red.

The wolf-headed man's head had shrunk to a normal size, and there was a trace of blood left on his mouth, and he walked towards the village step by step.

Halfway through the journey, a pig ran out of the village. He had a fat head and a bloated body, but his speed was moving, and he ran to the wolf head man with a whimper.

"General," the pig's face showed shyness, and his blood-stained mouth whispered, "I killed that Qiucuo."

"Hmm?" The eyebrows on the wolf's head frowned like a human.

"Not blame me! None of me!" The pig's head shook, "Before I touched that old thing, he just mumbled and hit him to death!"

"Is it hit to death?" The wolf-headed man looked puzzled, but then he thought, "Forget it, an old scholar, he died. At such an age, our princess probably doesn't look down on him. There are still a few villages around, and there will be no fewer scholars, so I will catch a few more."

The big pig breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and then thought of something again and said quickly: "The old scholar has a son who looks handsome and is much better than the old scholar!"

"Son?" The wolf-headed man nodded, "I caught it, check it later. If I had no merits and reputation, I would slaughter and eat meat. The scholars bathed in the saints and educated them. The meat was extremely crisp."

As soon as he finished speaking, a few roars came from the front. Then, a man with wooden face hurriedly ran over: "General! No! The scholar's son ran away!"

"Running?" The wolf-headed man looked unhappy, "Can a mortal escape from you?"

"The general doesn't know something..."

The wooden man was still waiting for explanation, but he was interrupted by the wolfheaded man: "Forget it, this one is not bad. The deadline is coming, and the most urgent thing is to have a few villages left."

"But," the wooden man hesitated for a moment, "he has chased after the crow."

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Blood drips.

A green shadow ran between the mountains and forests, and several twists were all remote places in the forest.

But he was a young man in his twenties, dressed as a scholar, holding a broken sword in his hand, with blood on the sword.

"Huh~"

He gasped heavily, his blue shirt was torn, mostly cut by branches in the forest, and was stained with a lot of blood near his shoulders.

Sweat kept slid down from his forehead, and the scholar looked frightened and turned his head back from time to time.

"Monster, monster!" he muttered, and ran forward a few more steps. The surrounding trees and grass became more lush and the fear in his heart became more and more intense.

Sudden!

As soon as his feet slipped, the soil on the soles of his feet rolled down. The scholar felt that his feet were empty, and he lost his balance and rolled down.

Hulala.

The blue shirt fluttered on the hillside and finally stopped in a grass.

"It hurts!"

The scholar had several more wounds on his body, and a bloody cut on his face could be seen as white as he could see. The broken sword in his hand fell to where it fell.

Flip! Flip!

The sound of flapping his wings came from a distance. The scholar was shocked and barely supported the ground. He stood up tremblingly. His legs were covered with blood. He kicked hard and fell again.

"Exhausted."

He felt sad and looked up.

"Hmm? This is..."

A dilapidated temple appeared before my eyes, old and tattered.

"Is this the place where Mr. Qiu was buried?"

In a daze, the scholar limped forward a few steps and walked into the ruined temple.

He had heard of this temple. It was said that it was worshipped by the Mount Phinyuan God and also had a great incense. However, eighty years ago, the dynasty changed and Jiannan Road became a place of dragon development. After several management, the number of mountain people in Qingchang County gradually decreased, and the temple gradually became dilapidated, with even the paths growing overgrown, and few people arrived.

The scholar was so panicked that he actually came here.

The temple is already small and has been ignored for many years. It has long been dilapidated. Debris are everywhere in the corners of the walls and a thick layer of dust is covered with stone slabs.

On the innermost stage, there was a clay statue, which was gray and could not be seen clearly.

The scholar walked along the way and took one step to see a footprint, with blood stains on it.

His breath became weaker, his face became darker, his spirit became more and more dazed, but his mind was enlightened.

“The deadline is approaching.”

Plop.

His legs became weak, and he knelt on the ground, and the pain in his body swallowed the remaining Qingming. Looking at the statue of the god on the stage, he felt unwillingness in his heart.

"What is my father's crime? What is the villagers' crime? Why did he end up like this? If heaven has a heart and a spirit, why can demons run rampant? Now he is about to die, but he cannot avenge his grudges and his ambitions cannot be relaxed. How unfair!"

That's when.

"You can really run away like that mouse, hiking everywhere, but your smell remains all the way and you can't escape my Wu Lao San's palm!"

A hoarse voice came from outside the temple.

The black shadow fell from the sky, with dark wings flaming beside him, and scattered feathers fell down.

When it landed, its wings contracted and turned into arms, its footsteps sounded, and a person with a bird's head walked into the temple. There was a small piece of blood on the abdomen.

"It is a great shame to be injured by a mortal like you. It must be made up for by flesh and blood and soul!"

When he walked into the temple, the bird-headed man looked around for a few times and sneered: "You have come all the way to ask God to help you? A joke! In this Yuanning Mansion, which place can only compare to my king? You are worshipping the wrong god. If you die, you can't blame others." As he said that, he sneered.

When the scholar saw this person, he was panicked at first, but then calmed down: "You demons, killing people and eating life. Even if I die, I will turn into a ghost, and I will not let you go!" As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly became blurred and he lost his mind.

"Turn into a ghost?" The bird-headed man smiled and shook his head, "Don't think too much, you can't go to the underworld. Your soul is my bag!"

As soon as the words were finished, the bird-headed man kicked forward and directly grabbed the scholar's neck. The black air in his hand filled with his pores and penetrated into the scholar's body.

"Ahhh!" the scholar cried out.

The bird-headed man grinned and said, "Wow! The more you die, the stronger your soul will be, and the more it will be! Well? You're going to die? It's so fragile! Well, you'll get the soul first, and then eat the meat while it's hot."

In a blink of an eye, the scholar's body was scattered, and blood was flowing out from his seven orifices. Black air was passing through his flesh and blood, pulling out a trace of the phantom soul energy. His energy was like a wandering spring, and he seemed to be unable to survive.

Suddenly! The scholar trembled all over, a hint of surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he spit out unclear words.

"Hmm?" The birdhead man was stunned, "Who are you talking to?"

Before he finished speaking, something fell down with a "boom"!

"You can even attack the clay tricks!" The bird-headed man was calm and waved his arms, turned into wings, and flapped, and a black wind gushed out.
To be continued...