Gamers Are Fierce

　　 At night, Li Ang opened his eyes, got up quietly, walked to the bed next door, and slashed a hand knife on the back of the temporary roommate's neck.

　　 The hapless passenger didn't even babble, and fainted rather decisively.

　　 To be on the safe side, Li Ang pulled his eyelids aside, and shook his flashlight over his eyeball a few times.

　　 After confirming that he had fainted, he put on his raincoat, covered his face, opened the window and turned it out.

　　 In Dusheng Village at night, there were only a few lights still flashing. Li Ang rushed towards the ravine and found the tomb of the village teacher Meng Qixi with the beam of a flashlight.

　　Maybe the villagers are grateful for Meng Qixi's selfless dedication. The tomb built for him is quite sophisticated, with some words of praise carved on the tombstone, and some flowers are placed in front of the tombstone.

　　 It was late at night, and there was heavy rain covering his whereabouts. Li Ang directly used explosives to "boom" the tomb and open the coffin board.

　　 The coffin was empty, there was no trace of blood stains or maggot breeding.

　　 Li Ang frowned while biting the flashlight.

　　 Meng Qixi’s body is missing, or that his body has never been put in a coffin.

　　What did the villagers of Dusheng Village do to Meng Qixi...

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　　 At this time, in Dusheng Village, Lu Maocai led four young villagers in raincoats, holding hemp rope, machete, earthen gun, and pole, touching the black, and quietly marching towards the villager Shi Kangjian's house.

　　 Due to the unclearness of Lu He's death, Tian Yourong, Song Zhen, and Wei Linglan, who originally lived in Lu He's house, stayed at the villager Shi Kangjian's house tonight under the arrangement of the village chief.

　　 The squally rain, which should have been disturbing, seemed to Lu Maocai to be a guarantee of peace of mind. He took a group of people to the door of Shi Kangjian's house, walked to the window, and tapped on the window lightly.

　　 Behind the window of the living room on the first floor, Shi Kangjian’s face is exposed,

　　 After confirming that it was Lu Maocai, he opened his door with the key and welcomed six figures into the house.

　　 Lu Maocai put down his raincoat hood, opened his mouth, pointed to the upstairs lying on his side, and whispered, "Did they all sleep?"

　　Shi Kangjian nodded, and this evening he added a lot of sleeping pills to the drinking water of the three people to make sure they could sleep steadily.

　　 Lu Maocai took a deep breath, squeezed the earthen gun in his hand, and walked up the stairs.

　　Dusheng Village, formerly known as Dushen Village,

　　 According to legend, in ancient times, this place was invaded by epidemic ghosts, dead bodies were full of wild, and there were corpses everywhere, and every family was crying. A group of people sympathizes with the people, gathers the living people, and builds villages in the mountains according to the principles of geomantic omen,

　　 And pass down formations and rituals, which can isolate demons and ghosts, make the weather smooth, the grains are abundant, and the six animals prosper.

　　The only problem is that the ceremony held every five years must be sacrificed.

　　 In ancient times, communication was out of date. Villagers in Dushen Village went out to abduct demented beggars and offered human sacrifices according to the ceremony. As expected, they did not suffer any natural disasters.

　　 The weather in the village is smooth, and the villagers live and work in peace and harmony, like a paradise.

　　 Unfortunately, as time goes by, the effect of the ritual is not as good as one year. With the addition of military disasters, the inheritance is interrupted.

　　 Until July, the village began to die one by one. The village chief Lu Gui found the formation ceremony in the ancient books of the ancestral temple and rebuilt the altar in his attic.

　　 Together with the villagers, the village teacher Meng Qixi who fell ill in bed was **** and trapped on the altar.

　　 It was Lu Maocai who dig out his heart.

　　Meng Qixi couldn't think that he, who dedicated most of his life to Dusheng Village, would be killed by the familiar and kind villagers of the past.

When 　　 died, his small eyes were full of big doubts.

　　 Lu Maocai does not regret killing Meng Qixi, anyway, the latter has been seriously ill and died soon.

　　 Anyway, since Meng Qixi has paid so much for the village, he should pay a little more before dying.

　　 Sure enough, after the sacrifice of Meng Qixi, the death in the village subsided.

　　 But perhaps because of the vicissitudes of life and changes in the world, the Feng Shui geomancy formation laid down by the Taoist people has long been destroyed by the various newly built buildings in the village.

The effect of the 　　 ceremony lasted less than six months, and the village began to die again.

　　 Lu Gui, the village chief, modified the village’s floor shape according to the ancient books and tried to repair the formation.

　　 While letting Lu Maodian, the young and powerful son in the city, think of a way.

　　 Just when Lu Maodian found a mule and hired Li Ang, Lu Gui's understanding of the formation ceremony was once again diligent. It rained heavily and temporarily isolated the ghosts.

　　 Then, the landslide and the passengers were trapped. Li Gui gradually broke through the line of defense and started killing again.

　　 Unless the situation is urgent, Lu Gui does not want to attack these passengers. He wants to find suitable sacrifices that will not attract widespread attention through some familiar channels.

　　 The death of Luhe became the last straw that overwhelmed the camel. No one in the village could guarantee that he would survive the liquidation of the ghost.

　　 Tonight, Tian Yourong, Song Zhen, and Wei Linglan will become new sacrifices—their deaths are not worthless, and the villagers of Dusheng Village will live a peaceful and peaceful life with their dedication.

　　 Lu Maocai thought this way, recalling Wei Linglan who was wearing a white dress, feeling a little hot in his heart.

　　 Maybe, before the sacrifice, he can still enjoy it...

　　 Lu Maocai touched the handrails and walked up the corner of the stairs. From the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the stairs, only to find that the number of people was wrong.

　　He brought four young men, and Shi Kangjian also made six people.

　　 But a thunder flashed by, but there were seven shadows on the wall of the stairs.

　　 The light of thunder and lightning disappeared in a flash, and the corridor returned to darkness.

　　 Lu Maocai's figure froze in an instant. He only felt cold on his back, fighting with two strands, and he couldn't even hold the soil in his hand.

　　The villagers standing behind him saw Lu Maocai standing still, with some doubts in their hearts, they asked softly, "Why not..."

　　 Before the words fell, a palm pierced his chest silently,

　　 The villager lowered his head, and the last picture he saw before his eyes was that his heart was being held in his hand.

　　 slap.

　　 The heart was squeezed alive.

　　 The long and thin ghost image with a disheveled hair pulled the arm out of the villager's chest, who fell to the ground like a puppet with thread removed.

　　 Fear almost occupied all of Lu Maocai’s reason,

　　 This is impossible. His father Lu Gui has already consumed most of the mana gained by offering sacrifice to Meng Qixi today. A denser rain curtain can theoretically isolate all demons.

　　 Still, it has evolved again...

　　 The ghost figure leaned forward slightly, Lu Maocai only felt a flower in front of him, and a pair of non-human and non-beast claws lightly touched his chest.

　　 When it was said that it was too late, then it was fast, a slender thunder descended diagonally, smashed the window, and hit the slender ghost directly.

The blow that Lu Gui spent most of the remaining mana in the altar did cause huge damage to the elongated ghost~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It retreated hurriedly and pushed away the crowd crowded on the stairs, at the waist of the villager Shi Kangjian After making a deep scar on his abdomen,

　　 limped out of the door.

　　 Undecided, Lu Maocai hurried to the top of the stairs and saw the ghost rushing into the rain curtain. The parts of his body that had been poured by the rain rose up with blue smoke.

　　 Seeing that he was about to rush into the forest, the ghost shadow spreading from the beaten stopped suddenly.

　　 It stood under the tree and turned its head silently, staring at them deeply, then turned and left, completely concealed in the darkness.

　　 Lu Maocai took a deep breath, ignoring his panic-screaming companion, ran straight to the second floor, kicked open the side door.

　　 Inside the door, the three Tian Yourongs who were supposed to be lying down disappeared, leaving only the open windows, swinging back and forth with the strong wind.

　　 After losing the mana support, the rain gradually weakened.

　　 There is no sacrifice, everyone will die soon.

　　 Lu Maocai walked downstairs in despair.

　　 Shi Kangjian, with a deep wound in his abdomen, was leaning against the wall of the stairs and panting. Several companions were hurriedly helping him bandage the wound.

"Step aside!"

　　 Lu Maocai violently pushed away from his companion, tightly bandaging Shi Kangjian's waist and abdomen, and sighed faintly as the latter pleaded for "help me".

　　 With this sigh, Shi Kangjian immediately realized something, his eyes widened, and his eyes split, "What are you going to do, you can't do this!"

　　 "This injury cannot be saved. It is your turn to sacrifice for the village."

　　 After all, Lu Maocai ignored Shi Kangjian’s verbal abuse and struggle.

　　 took hemp rope to tie his hands and feet, put a pole through the hemp rope, greeted his companions to pick up Shi Kangjian like a pig, and the group rushed towards the village head Lu He's house.