White-faced ghost!

Aying would never think that the white-faced ghost would have nothing to do with Tongxiang Hou when he appeared here.

Otherwise, how could this man know that Xiaoye Village will suffer from massacre today?

A sharp pain suddenly rose in Aying's heart, making her feel anxious and even lost a little bit of it and remained calm.

She whispered without feeling trembling: "Master, even if these people are, they are rustic, why bother to be apart from them."

Yes, why did this man do this?

Even in addition to the villagers of Xiaoye Village, if you cheated yourself before, there would always be some undead victims. Can you really kill them all?

Why is this?

Aying's eyes gradually became sore.

But Chu Xue heard a disdainful voice in his ear: "I had used a corpse to die for you, Aying, and settled a case with the prefect of Hui County. As for these villagers, they only blame their fate, and it is annoying to keep them. Could it be that you are ungrateful and have a grudge?"

Shaoyao feels that Chuxue's words are heavy. Usually, when Chuxue's words are heavy, Shaoyao will say something soft.

"Aying, I'm just trying to say goodbye to you for your sake."

Tongxiang Hou Aying shivered and stared at the man in front of her.

The eyes under the wooden mask showed a deep feeling like water, and it seemed a bit unfathomable.

And Widow Liu was not the first villager to die.

It was evening, and it was time for villagers to rest and have a meal.

Suddenly, these white-faced ghosts, wearing black clothes and riding horses wrapped in black cloth, rushed over like ghosts, igniting the killing.

The white and miserable mask, like the face of an evil ghost, was stained with blood from the dead when the weapons were swept.

How can the villagers who only have farm tools and hatchets in their hands be the opponent of these bandits?

At the beginning of this massacre, Qiao Zhu took his brother's hand and pushed him into the stove with the burning heat.

The fire had just gone out and a series of blisters burned on Qiao Sanlang's body.

Immediately, he heard his sister's cry of pain, and tears suddenly burst out from his eyes.

Qiao Zhu has been stabbed to death by the murderer's knife!

Even so, the woman's weak body still blocks the stove.

Blood slid down Qiao Zhu's weak body.

She knew that there was a secret passage under the stove.

That was the one dug by my father more than ten years ago when wars continued to occur in case of emergency.

Saburo, you, you must live well.

Qiao Zhu's convulsive hand reached into the air in vain. The hand that had a thin and dense stitching finally fell down slightly without any force.

The tunnels dug by the country people are not long, and the exit is the small river next to the village.

Qiao Sanlang is very familiar with this river. He knows that the river is not deep, and the deepest is not as deep as his waist.

Qiao Sanlang slowly hugged and walked carefully with the water.

He heard the screams from the shore. These white-faced ghosts seemed to be well-trained, specifically for people to circumnavigate around the village to prevent others from running out.

With a thud, a body was thrown not far from Qiao Sanlang.

Qiao Sanlang recognized this person as Uncle Chen from the village.

A bright red blood-like wound, like a red snake, winds from Uncle Chen's forehead to his jaw.

Qiao Sanlang felt numb and sadness in his heart, and the hot tears melted into the cold river water along his eyes.

He moved forward with small movements and energy.

He knew that if he climbed over the hill, he could go to the county government to report to the officials.

And he didn't know if anyone was alive when he came back.

Behind Qiao Sanlang, Uncle Chen's body was already sinking into the cold water, accompanying the filthy river mud.

The village behind him began to brighten.

A village like Xiaoye Village is always quiet and pitch black after nightfall.

But now, it is as bright and lively as the New Year.

The torches were thrown on the villagers' thatched roofs and began to burn.

When the wind blew, it suddenly made a whirring sound, and it was very lively.

The afterglow of the setting sun has long burned out, and the last ray of magnificence has been swallowed up in the horizon.

The world began to be swallowed by ink-like darkness. Such darkness made the burning houses in Xiaoye Village more and more magnificent.

Such a firelight jumped into Aying's eyes.

It's like beautiful flowers blooming in the darkness.

Aying looked at her insidiously, as if she was burning fire for her mother at Widow Liu's house.

At that time, the light of the stove also warmly reflected Aying's eyes.

"Aying, I saved some money, too."

Widow Liu carefully put down the money hanging on the beam of the house.

All of them were scattered money, saved in one piece of paper.

"When I save enough 10,000 yuan, I will buy a dowry for Aying and choose a kind and wealthy husband."

Widow Liu pinched her fingers and counted very carefully.

"Mother, I don't want to get married. I will be with you all my life."

At that time, I raised my head and said sweetly.

The bronze lamps in the carriage lit the lights and swayed gently with the cool night wind.

Suddenly, a wriggling figure reflected in Aying's eyes!

No, it's two!

Running in front was Qiao Sanlang, his young and simple face was a little distorted and frightened.

The man who followed him was dressed in black, but he was wearing a pale mask on his face.

White-faced ghost!

This is how the white-faced ghosts dress up.

Qiao Sanlang became smart in fear. He ran to the high place desperately, knowing that he would not be able to make such a steep slope.

His agile body has been walking steadily on the mountain road that he is used to walking.

But the white-faced ghost followed him was quick, even if the other party gave up his horse, he was well-trained and chased him without touching the ground. The other party even sneered and took out a spiral knife, using skillful power, and howled as if he was flying over.

The knife that should have hit the back of Qiao Sanlang's head only scratched Qiao Sanlang's arm because of Qiao Sanlang's running and moving in a deep and shallow manner, and continued to move forward stubbornly.

The spiral knife flew towards Tongxiang Hou's carriage with dirty blood. It was blocked by the bamboo pole of Chuxue and flew into the grass.

Tongxiang Hou slowly wiped the back of his handkerchief with his handkerchief, his eyes flashing. The women around him knew that the master was unhappy when he made such a move.

Chu Xue's figure jumped out like a spirit fox, and under the moon it seemed like a slight smoke.

She jumped a few times, and then she skillfully arrived in front of the white-faced ghost who was following her.

A bamboo pole penetrated the other person's throat.

Chuxue scolded contemptuously and disdainfully: "Even if you are the leader, you will be like a dog in front of your master."

Qiao Sanlang didn't look back and naturally didn't see such a terrifying scene.

He saw the lights in the carriage and felt that someone could ask for help.

He approached the carriage and watched the lights in the carriage gently pounce on the unparalleled girl.

It is a familiar face.

Qiao Sanlang gasped heavily, and was surprised: "Aying?!"

It was Aying! When he saw Aying, he couldn't help but be happy, as if he had drunk honey.

His cheeks were covered with dust, tears and blood. He reached out and grabbed Aying's skirt.

His voice seemed to cry and laugh: "Aying!"

Qiao Sanlang's eyes seemed to see a life-saving straw.

But Ah Ying heard a trembling voice in his ear: "Go away!"

He looked up and saw Aying. Aying's eyes were filled with deep fear and concern, and Aying's body was also shaking.

Yes, was scared by yourself?
To be continued...