The cold roars can be heard in the entire village of Chaoyang Village. Under the deep night, the lights in the village are still lit.

The cold wind blew the ancient trees in the village, lifting up fallen leaves and dissipating in the long wind.

No one goes out in Chaoyang Village. Everyone who lives here knows that no matter what happens in Chaoyang Village, you are absolutely not allowed to go out at night.

There was someone who went out at night. The next day, everyone woke up and found that he was crazy. No one knew what he saw, and no one dared to ask what he saw back then.

Since then, there has been no one going out in Chaoyang Village at night.

The night was cold and silent, the roars and screams were endless, and you could hear violent impacts, like a bomb exploded.

Everyone was hiding in their homes, and through the window, you could vaguely see the flashing shadows of "people" outside, which were walking zombies and paper people with red lips.

The movement continued until the second half of the night before gradually subsided, but no one dared to go out. The dark night was like a devil who could choose people at any time.

It was not until the sun rose that the sun had begun to shine on the earth that the people from Chaoyang Village walked out.

The storefront of Piaozi Zhang had collapsed on the ground at this time, and the cement road in the village was turned upside down, as if it was lifted from bottom to top by something terrifying.

In the ruins of the shop front of the puppet Zhang, you can vaguely see coffins, and even one of them has been opened to reveal the corpse that has not yet been completely corrupted.

The villagers were all secretive about this and didn't even call the police.

A similar thing happened back then. After calling the police, Pizi Zhang came back and ended up leaving nothing. It is said that Pizi Zhang even talked to the person who called the police, but no one called the police later.

The villagers looked at the chaotic land for a while and continued to work on their own affairs, as if they hadn't seen it.

………

On a mountain outside the village, the sun shines on the hillside, shining on the Buddha's reflective head, and on a pile of minced meat on the hillside.

The Buddha's body was still trembling unnaturally, and even he could not control the pain, making him look like he had epilepsy.

But the Buddha's eyes were still bright and calm, like cold ice.

"When are you going to pretend to be dead?"

"I don't have so much time to spend with you. If you don't have a reply before the sun sets today, then die here."

The Buddha's voice was hoarse and cold, like the last calm before hysterical madness, but it sounded chilling.

Once the repressed madness breaks out, no one knows what will happen.

Even the gangster Zhang dared not bet. He could feel that the Buddha's condition is no longer right now.

In the past, the Buddha always had a proper manner in his actions, which directly impacted his presence and offended people. This was not like what the Buddha would do.

And now it is a direct threat. The thing that can make this Buddha tear his face apart will never stop just by just one person.

At this time, Buddha really will kill people.

The minced meat on the hillside gathered like life, but after a moment it condensed into a human appearance. It was the punk Zhang.

The punk Zhang looked so pale at this time, like a piece of white paper that had been folded thousands of times, and it would be completely broken at any time.

His narrow eyes stared at the Buddha in front of him and said coldly:

"You can't live long. Although I don't know what problems you have encountered, if you are about to be a dead person, why bother with me?"

The extremely strong and dead aura of death on the Buddha's body, even if the gangster Zhang did not understand the witchcraft technique, he could guess that the Buddha was on the verge of death at this time.

This is also the reason why the gangster Zhang dared not provoke Buddha. No one knows what he would do if he was an extraordinary person on the verge of death.

The Buddha's voice was in a cold voice.

"You can spend time, then you will die before sunset today."

When he was dead, the punk Zhang could feel his whole body trembling. He took a deep breath and said:

"You always have to tell me who the big guy who asked you to do it."

Even if the Buddha encountered a great disaster and suddenly died, he would not attack him.

I can only say that there is really a big man planning something behind the Buddha.

The Buddha was still facing the back of the gangster Zhang, and the entangled black aura woves a huge network from his body, wrapping the entire hill in it.

The Buddha turned his head at this time, looked at the punk Zhang coldly and said:

"You want to know?"

"If you know, you will die."

The gangster opened his mouth as if he was choking by something. If he hadn't been able to beat Buddha, he really wanted to kick the bald head in front of him as a ball.

"Okay, you Buddha is amazing. Whoever is going through this journey makes sense if you have a big fist. Today, you have a big fist, and I, the gangster, will recognize your truth."

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The punk Zhang admitted his defeat today. He had already seen that this Buddha really wanted to kill him.

At this time, the noon wind blew across the mountains and the leaves rustled.

………

The dusk gradually faded, and under the night, the punk Zhang first returned to Chaoyang Village to deal with the dilapidated storefront. The villagers were not surprised. Such things often happened in the village.

Since Pizi Zhang came to Chaoyang Village two years ago, the village has almost never been quiet, but it is not without benefits. Pizi Zhang will give the village a lot of money every month.

That's why all the villagers turned a blind eye to it. As long as there is no problem with the villagers, they will let the gangsters make trouble.

Of course, this time, the punk Zhang did not deal with all the ruined scenes, but mainly dealt with related extraordinary people. He has not done business for such a night, and I don’t know how many people are now preparing to cause trouble for him.

It was not until late at night that this matter was completely settled.

At night, the gangster Zhang sat in the repaired storefront with a heavy expression.

In the world of the extraordinary, it is very sad to have a stable life.

"Damn, this bald donkey really doesn't know what crazy it is."

The punk Zhang cursed, but he quickly went to find him as Buddha said.

………

Under the night, the pixie Zhang followed Master Buddha across the mountains and came to the old house in the deep mountains.

Looking at the weeds growing outside the house, the gangster frowned and felt something was wrong.

No matter how you look at this place, it doesn’t seem like a place you live often. Moreover, the pixie Zhang also knew that Buddha was in an ancient house before, and suddenly came to such a place. How could Pixie Zhang not be surprised?

"Master Buddha, who are you hiding from? Are you going to the place where you are right here?"

The Buddha's body was still trembling slightly, and the harm left by the curse was even greater than he had imagined.

"If you shouldn't ask, don't ask."

The Buddha said in a cold tone:

"You're just waiting here."

The punk Zhang finally stayed outside as the Buddha said, because he could feel the aura of suppression on the edge of madness on the Buddha's body was still there, and the dead aura did not dissipate.

Faced with such a person on the verge of death, the punk Zhang dared not relax at all.

After the Buddha walked into the old house, the punk's face changed, and he suddenly felt that the old house had disappeared from his perception.

It's like a phantom that can only be seen but cannot be touched.

"What exactly is this bald donkey playing?"

………

At this time, in the old house with a sense of the last century, the orange lights had already lit up, shining on the ground and reflected a faint light.

The Buddha had a strong smell of blood, but he did not use hot water to dispel the coldness on his body.

He knew that he and the curse would not be able to be resolved in one or two days, and he needed to be prepared to be entangled with the curse for a long time.

"Thorn!"

The lights were clearly extinguished again, and the old servant's wrinkled face changed.

The old radio that was still playing also made a cassette sound, sharp and harsh.

This old house full of the breath of the last century seemed to have an extra depressing atmosphere in an instant.

The bamboo chairs in the old house swayed at this time, making a "squeaking" sound.

A gust of wind blew, and the curtains in the house shaking.

The old servant raised his head again. There was already darkness on the bamboo chair, and he could not see through the confusion.

"Senior is here!"

Even though he was so painful that his whole body trembled, the Buddha still bowed and bowed.

Just like he endured the pain before and fucked the gangster Zhang, Buddha always believed that doing big things requires real carelessness.

Everyone has no protagonist in heaven, it depends on how to steal the show in this vast life.

"You did a good job, and you handled these people. You have a month and a half."

A piece of paper fell on the table on one side, full of words on it. The old servant just took a look and saw many familiar names.
To be continued...