Thanks for a moment, stood up. Shi Qingxuan also stepped on the table with one foot, oh the sleeves seemed to be rushing down. Xie pity quickly took him and said: "It's okay, the wind master is calm."

Shi Qingxuan: "Is it all right if the eyeballs are squeezed out?"

Thanks to pity: "Nothing. This place can actually see the blood of the fire, it is really rare."

Shi Qingxuan quickly took his foot off the table and said: "Blood society fire? What is it?"

The two men sat down again and thanked: "The fire in different places has different genres. The blood of the fire is a special genre. It is extremely rare. I have only heard of it. I have never seen it because of its **** performance. Hunting, and the makeup is top secret, not to pass on outsiders, now it is getting less and less."

Shi Qingxuan stunned: "Makeup? These are fake? This is this... This is too realistic, I thought it was a magical method!"

He said that he would never exaggerate, and thanked him for sighing: "How many folks can be different."

Look at the performers of the tour line, not only the sharp weapon on the head, "three points into the wood", some intestines wear belly, lack of arms and legs, crawl on the ground, crying and grab the ground; there are several people carrying a tall On the wooden shelf, a woman was hanging on the beam, and the neck was holding the rope, as if the cantilever was self-sufficient; two people were dragging the two legs of a girl, the girls clothes were torn and ragged, and the face was dragged all the way. There is a long blood mark on the ground, which is really like hell. It is clear that people are performing, but they are more horrible than ghost cities everywhere. Compared with here, the ghost city is simply a hot market. That makeup really doesn't know how it came out. Even if it is thanks to this tradition, it is almost the first time to see that the demon is coming.

Many women and children couldn't help but curiosity to squeeze into the crowd, but they saw it and were scared to scream back. Shi Qingxuan: "His Royal Highness, do you not say that the social fire is to celebrate? If there is such a celebration, people must scare away, the little girls have to have nightmares. This kind of performance is really happy. ?"

People will not be happy when they watch this performance, so it is really impossible. In fact, killing blood, it is indeed exciting. Whether there is fear or not, many people will have a sense of pleasure after the fear. This **** fire, there seems to be a name in the dialect called "Zha Happy", Xie Li's understanding is: a knife smashed down, tied people, and my heart is happy.

In people's hearts, there is a desire for "killing."

However, of course, thank you for not saying so much, only watching God for a while. In the mighty tour in the team, there is a black-faced white-faced man, tall and tall, skinny, with a sharp weapon, slamming on the head of a gorgeously dressed performer, the knife is inserted into the other's head, he Then use a long gun to provoke the other party, hang it in the air, cruel and bloody, exactly the same as the real murder on the spot, scared the crowd with a wave of exclamation, there is also a wave of applause. Thanks to the pity: "I guess they are performing a story. This black man should be the protagonist. The people he killed should be the opposite and the evil. The whole story is to express puncise evil and promote goodness.

Speaking of this, Xie pity suddenly moved, said: "The wind master, look carefully."

Teacher Qingxuan: "Look at it."

Thanks to the pity: "I am letting you see the story. See who they are, what kind of story. The vernacular is really sending you here. There must be a reason. It just happened to be today, maybe it is In order to let you see this bleeding society fire."

The black mans eyebrows were tight and his eyes were painful. One person killed hundreds of wicked people in the team, and he was stabbed by a mess of weapons. Finally, he licked several corpses "Don't move, it's actually the end of the same." A team in the past, the next team continues to perform, and so on. Thanks to the pity: "Do you see what the story is?"

Shi Qingxuan double eyebrows locked, said: "No. I don't feel how to understand, he is killing."

Huacheng is beside him, and he said: "Its not a household story. Its not a local character."

It happened that the restaurant guys came up to deliver the food and asked: "Several guests, can't you see? Stimulating?"

Thanks to pity: "Good-looking, stimulating. This little brother, ask, what is the **** fire in your town?"

Sure enough, the buddy said: "Well, outsiders generally don't know, they have to ask. Our Bogu town's social fire is a story of a local legend. It is said that hundreds of years ago, there was a scholar here. , surnamed He.

"This Hesheng, although the family is very poor and poor, but he is very capable, from a young age, he is smart and scary, learning everything is fine and fast, or a well-known dutiful son, doing nothing to say. Partially born to him. It is unlucky, there are any good things, not long.

"He studied exams, and he was the best at the exam. But because he didn't give the examiner a gift, he offended the above person. He was deliberately hiding his papers and changed his scrolls. For several years, he was on the list; he decided to kiss his fiancee. Like a flower like jade, gentle and virtuous, but his wife and sister have robbed the big family to be an acolyte, one is not, the life is to kill, one is unbearable, insulting, self-sufficient; he goes to theory, and gives others a cure The traitor steals, shuts into the prison, does not give food to almost starve to death, the seventy-year-old old mother in order to give him a pleading, stunned the head of a night, useless, closed for two years before releasing, mother no one care, early I am sick, I have to work hard to raise a family at a young age, and I have only one breath. He does not study, and does business. Because he is doing too well, he is united by other big merchants to suppress and earn a little money. Clean, but still owe a debt."

"..."

The buddy shouted: "Let's talk about how this person can be unlucky to do this?"

Thanks a little and cough, sincerely said: "Yes."

In addition to him, how can someone be unlucky enough to be like this!

After the buddy was finished, the eyebrows danced and said: "Then people went crazy and made a temper. One night, just like the day before today, he brought a lot of weapons and cut all the people who had harmed him. Its dead! Its killing a flesh and blood, and its so dripping! Because the people he killed in the fish and meat village have been around for a long time, everyone clap their hands, so later, every day before the cold dew, the town will use blood to commemorate He hopes that Hesheng adults will bless us and kill the wicked."

It is said that it is to punish evil and promote goodness. In the end, good and evil are not good. The buddy went on. Thanks to the teacher, Qing Xuan, if he thought about it, said: "What can you think of the wind master?"

Shi Qingxuan returned to God and said: "I seem to have some idea, but it is still too inexplicable. I cant tell why. What about your Excellency?"

Thanks to the pity: "I am thinking, this Hesheng, will it be the predecessor of the vernacular true immortal?"

During the talk, the next row of tour the team began to re-enact the story, Shi Qingxuan looked down again, said: "Predecessor?"

Thanks to pity: "Yes. This kind of humanoid, the source of the formation, is often related to someone's particularly strong resentment or obsessiveness. For example, I heard that Dongpu has a ghost called 'Qiao Ji', which is made by a woman. The resentment is condensed. The rumor is said to be because of the sorrow of the woman who is waiting for her husband to return, and also because of the madness of the woman who is good at it. If the formation of the vernacular immortal, it is originally from someone who is unfortunately afflicted, for the unfortunate fate. Its not impossible to hate, or to be jealous of good luck?

Mingyi said: "Check local chronicles. Be exact."

Thanks for your pity: "Yes, I have to check."

If you want to know that this possibility is not established, you should check that this "Hesheng" is a character that appeared hundreds of years ago. If the time is later than the earliest record of the vernacular immortal, it is not true. Shi Qingxuan nodded, thought about it, or said: "There is still a small thing..."

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from below, and laughed happily: "Wait! Your closest relatives, your best friends, all will die because of you, no place to die!"

Hearing the words, Shi Qingxuan suddenly changed his color, and his left hand pressed on the table and flew down the restaurant.

That voice came from the crowd of the tour!

Xie pity shouted upstairs: "The wind master! Come back!"

Shi Qingxuan fell into the **** dead people, angered: "Get out! Get out!!!"

However, those performers look very ignorant, completely ignore him, continue to sleepwalking and generally move forward. Shi Qingxuan was transferred by the crowd in the team. He couldnt tell which person had a problem. Look at this suspicious. A fan will knock down and see that it is more suspicious. If it is wrong, it is a human life. . Huacheng put a piece of green vegetables in his dish into a smiley face, and did not lift his head. He said: "Its useless. The old monsters of the Millennium Road want to hide the fox tail, which is very simple."

In such a strange tour line team, it is too easy to mix in something non-human. Moreover, the form of the vernacular immortals is very similar to human beings, not to mention the highest vernacular true immortals in them.

In a short while, Mingyi also jumped downstairs and raised Shi Qingxuan. The group left the street and went to the Fengshui Temple. The hand of Shi Qingxuans fan was still shaking slightly. It was scared compared to the beginning, but now it is like being mad. He took a wine jug out of the restaurant, walked for a while, took a sip, and the blood in his eyes gradually dispersed, saying: "Ming brother, you still don't want to be my best friend. Waiting for me to kill this. Ghost things, you can do it again!"

Mingyi was unceremonious: "Who is that. I was not originally."

"..." Shi Qingxuan was furious. "Ming brother, you are very boring. You can't look at the situation and immediately turn your face and don't recognize people."

They were arguing and screaming for a while, and Shake shook his head and found two things from his sleeve. He said, "I think, you can still use this for the wind master."

Shi Qingxuan took over and said: "Ear plug?"

Xie pity nodded and said: "Although this method is stupid, there is no rule of law, but it is effective to deal with it for a while. As long as you can't hear it, then that thing will take you nothing. I made a battle, the password is 'Tianguan blessing, no taboos', then let's talk to you, they will all be in the line."

Shi Qingxuan stuffed his ears, and sure enough, he couldnt hear anything. The four men went into battle. At this time, thankfully, I heard the voice of Huacheng gently in my ear: "Brother, brother."

Xie pity looked up, only Huacheng blinked at him, did not speak, his voice still echoed in the ear: "Do you have something to tell me? You don't come to me, I have to find is you."

Thank you, smile, replied: "Who asked you to set the password like that."

Huacheng Road: "Okay, okay. My fault."

Shi Qingxuan adjusted the position of the earplugs, and saw that they did not pronounce the two words clearly, but they smiled and smiled. In the psychic array, they said: "What are you doing under the Royal Highness and the **** rain?" Exchanging the password is secretly saying?"

Thanks a little and coughed, and said seriously in the battle: "Nothing."

Huacheng raised his eyebrows slightly and said: "Let."

Xie pity soles slipped, while pretending to be a serious, squinting forward, and replied: "Sanlang don't bother me... there is something I want to ask you for help."

The two walked side by side, their eyes were not handed over, Huacheng Road: "What?"

Thanks for the pity: "Take me a temptation to find out if someone is a vernacular true fairy."