As soon as these words were said, everyone was shocked. When Guo Dacheng thought of the poisonous insects on the ground, the white bones on the ground, and the bloody clothes that Sun Jason had stuck to the ground, he felt a cool breeze blowing from the tailbone to the back of his head, and all the sweat hairs stood upright.

Mr. Liu, according to what you said, how should we be careful not to go out all the time, Guo Dacheng asked in a trembling voice.

Old Liu glanced at everyone, carried his hands on his back and continued to walk forward, and said lightly: Didn’t Brother Qingfeng say that he should use black dog blood? This black dog blood is a pure yang thing that can restrain all evil spirits and feel uncomfortable on your body. If you splash some black dog blood directly, or drink it directly, the witchcraft will naturally be broken without attacking.

Everyone nodded, and at the same time they felt a sense of anxiety. They didn't know if the mistress had bought the black dog blood. The group walked slowly towards Guo Dacheng's family with their own worries.

In a dilapidated temple outside Kaihua City, there is a decay and desolate scene. The temple, which had been already dilapidated, seemed even more messy after a war.

There were originally waist-high weeds on the ground, and large areas were uprooted. Several originally lush trees in the yard have now become bare, and the entire ground is covered by weeds and fallen leaves.

Three people lay on the ground, one of them had a head that looked very young, and his face still had an incredible expression of fear. His body was far away from his body. A long blood line was splashed on the weeds and fallen leaves, dyeing it blood red. At this time, the blood had dried up.

Next to the corpse with his head lost, a black man was lying on his back. He was dressed in a strange outfit, not like a person from the Central Plains. He showed half of his arms, covered with black skin, covered with skeletons, and was thin and thin, and he seemed to be able to count the rows of ribs clearly.

There was a trace of blood hanging on the corner of his mouth, and a cross-shaped knife edge on his chest and hands. The wound was very deep, and the flesh was turned outward. A faint blood was flowing out of the wound, and it slid down the wound onto the weeds on the ground.

Not far from the black man, there was a man dressed in an old Taoist manner, his chest was slightly undulating, pale and bloodless, and there was also a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, looking dying.

Suddenly, the black man's head shook, his mouth slowly opened, and a pink insect pried open the black man's mouth, revealing half of his body, and a pair of small eyes the size of sesame seeds glanced around, then the whole body crawled out of the black man's mouth, stayed on his lips for a while, the pink insect spread its thin wings and buzzed up. It flew around the black man several times, making a cricket-like chirping. Finally, its body flashed and landed on the cross-shaped wound on the black man's chest, opened its small mouthpiece, and began to lick the dirty blood on the wound bit by bit.

As the little bug licked, the cross-shaped wound quickly became like a closed mouth, pursed together, and no blood flowed out of the wound.
Chapter completed!