I stood there in fear, trembling all over. The master whispered to me: "Don't make a fuss, it's only a while, how can you be so cowardly? So timid, this shouldn't be your due performance."

I quickly got up and walked to the master, and asked anxiously: "Master, what happened? Why did it suddenly become dark?" I was frightened and looked at a loss.

"It's nothing, maybe someone needs help, but she asked me to come here to find out the truth for her. Did you see the woman in the lake? She came to us, and the whole village was full of people..." The master did not continue.

Looking at the master's gloomy face, I already understood that the entire village had been tragically injured. At this time, I remembered the old lady's strange smile, and couldn't help but have a cold war and look at the master.

The master told me that the dark smog just now was a group of ghost soldiers walking by, waiting in the well, and attacking the evil ghosts in the village. The white woman was a fraction of them, but she could not leave the waters, she could only absorb human energy and could walk on land.

I suddenly realized and took a deep breath. It turned out that she was absorbed by Jiang and Lao Jiang's spiritual energy, so we were completely out of control.

About ten minutes later, the moon quietly emerged again, slowly illuminating the black water again. I had a doubt in my heart. I wanted to ask my master for help, but the master said that when the ghost soldiers walked by, they would naturally shoot people's souls. However, the people in the whole village were not good at all. They were not humans, so they would not have any mercy at all. Therefore, when they met people here, they would not be able to talk to them, let alone look at them.

After hearing what the master said, I nodded repeatedly. Yu Guang suddenly saw the woman in white above the lake. She floated leisurely to me, looked at us, nodded to us, and disappeared there, as if thanking us.

I was a little confused and couldn't help but grab the stiff smile on my face. I thought to tell my master and Lao Jiang that all this was not hard, not as the master said, there must be other things. I thought that the master did not tell us completely, maybe there was his difficulties, so I didn't need to be aggressive.

When I wanted to speak again, the scarecrow drifting in the reed marsh slowly walked towards me. She smiled slightly and showed a blurred face. His lips moved slightly, and a soft voice sounded, "Listen to your master, don't stay here."

As soon as he finished speaking, before I could speak, he disappeared into the black water. The lake surface suddenly moved calmly without any ripples, as if a layer of ice was covered, and it suddenly stopped.

Looking at the strange scene in front of me, I slowly raised my head and carefully studied the strange phenomena in the sky. About the early morning, I suddenly remembered that the master's footprints seemed heavier, as if they were more powerful than before. Has the master already found his body completely and didn't tell us?

I looked at him in confusion, and could only bury this question in my heart, examined it carefully, and looked at his every move.

At this time, I looked at the moon in the sky and it seemed that it was already past two o'clock in the middle of the night. I thought that Jiang would ask what happened? However, Master Pi Jian looked worried and smiled in surprise at the corner of his mouth. I swallowed this sentence in my heart again.

I saw Master Mansri picking up petals on the ground, putting them leisurely in the basket, walking straight to the Heihe River, pouring the petals into the water with a thud, and saw the ripples of water rippling quietly, pushing them wave after wave. Looking at the drifting petals, gradually leaving our sight, I was very confused and didn't understand why the master was like this.

At the end of the water flow, these petals gradually disappeared. A gust of cold wind blew, leaving only some withered petals on the water surface. After drifting, a few of them seemed to float beside us. When I picked up the dried petals, I suddenly felt a sensation of desolation, like the biting pain of the cold wind, piercing every nerve in my body.

The quiet lake was dark and quiet, how could it be? These petals would turn into this scene in a blink of an eye, and the only explanation was that they encountered another ghost.

Not far away, a small village was reflected in front of you, walking down the river, and saw scarecrows after scarecrows in the fields, all wearing shabby clothes, swaying constantly in the breeze, as if greeting us.

The crops in the world are growing vigorously, tender and green, as if they are fighting for each other.

Suddenly, the roosters kept crowing, breaking the silence of the village. What followed was the noisy chickens crowing and dogs barking, which completely made the whole village fall into a state of panic. Everyone was busy, packing up, and welcoming the sudden light.

A child in front of him jumped out and saw him in disheveled clothes and holding a gentle puppy in his arms. The puppy was white and looked extremely beautiful, snow-white and snow-white, and seemed to be a very precious little dog.

Amid the constant noise, it seemed a little restless, as if it wanted to break free from the child's hands, or to attack us strangers.

The adults behind him began to keep pointing and talking nonsense, and they didn't know what they were saying. The child's face changed drastically. He lowered his head and put down the small snowball in his hand. He stumbled and disappeared under the eyes of people.

His face was gloomy and he lowered his head aggrievedly like a child who made a mistake. He looked worried. No one asked why, and no one cared about him. What happened to him.

For some reason, when these adults saw our arrival, all of them were stunned, without a good look. They stared at us for a while and left in a blink of an eye. The only few of us were standing blankly at the intersection, wondering where to go.

Fortunately, an elderly man leaned on a cane and said to us: "You are from a foreign country, right? You don't understand our customs. Today is a ancestor worship. No outsiders are welcome to come here. However, if you are passing by, you can walk on the road you are closer. If you keep walking west, you can walk out of our village."

The old man said this very piously. Standing in the distance, we could clearly see that the village seemed to be slaughtering pigs and sheep. After their necks were cut off, blood kept flowing down, and the clothes were covered with blood.
Chapter completed!