There is a trick

Chapter 5 Li Xiamei

“Three people make a tiger, and many mouths can melt gold.

A rumor repeated a thousand times can actually become a true story..." Zhou Chang's eyes were dim.

"It's like this." Zhou Sanji heard the voice, smiled hesitantly, and said, "Why is my youngest grandson still speaking in such a literary way? It's quite different from you before."

He paused and lowered his voice: "Your unmarried wife... shouldn't be thinking about the devil now.

If it wants to be evil now, this drama can't go on - once the evil shows up, someone will definitely die, just like Li Xiamei... Normally, living people can't see their rational and reasonable appearance, just like people won't talk to a pig that is about to be slaughtered."

"Does the devil have no reason?" Zhou Chang asked with a frown.

Zhou Sanji shook his head and said, “It is said that they kill people just to maintain their sanity.

But when they are rational, they are no different from normal things, and you won’t be able to tell that they are demons.”

"That is to say, the 'paper face' is not a thought demon now, but we cannot completely rule out the possibility that it is a thought demon..." Zhou Chang understood Zhou Sanji's meaning. He wanted to ask Zhou Sanji more about Li Xiamei and the thought demon, when he suddenly heard a commotion behind him.

He lay on Zhou Sanji's back and followed Zhou Sanji to turn around. He saw Sun Yanshun and his two disciples abandoning the coffin and scattering in panic, leaving only the thinner disciple standing there.

The apprentice was holding a long rope in his hand. He tilted his head back and looked up at the crown of the big tree with his mouth wide open. He was shouting but could not utter a complete word. His body was shaking like a sieve, revealing his fear!
The long strips could only be seen as a slightly dark red color in the darkness.

Some sticky liquid flowed along the stripes and spread all over the thin young man's palms.

Zhou Sanji untied the lantern from his waist and pushed it forward. Zhou Chang then saw the rope covered with yellow-white fat, extending all the way to the treetops above the thin young man's head.

There is a 'person' swinging on the treetop!
That rope - that intestine slipped out of that man's abdominal cavity!

At this time, there was still dark red blood dripping "plop" and "plop" from the cavity of the corpse hanging on the tree canopy, dripping all over the thin man's head and face, dyeing his face blood red!
"Ah! Ah-"

"There's nothing but intestines left in his stomach!"

"Something has ripped out his organs!"

When everyone saw the corpse on the treetop, they all screamed in fear!
The thin man was still holding the slippery intestines. He had no idea how to deal with it. His body was swaying, and the intestines in his hands were shaking, causing the male corpse on the top of the tree to shake continuously.

The branches trembled violently, and blood-stained leaves fell one after another.

Zhou Chang looked at the male corpse with an empty cavity. The disheveled hair covered its face and Zhou Chang could not see the facial features of the corpse clearly.

His pupils trembled, he took a deep breath, and cast his gaze on Zhou Sanji - Zhou Sanji's body was shaking slightly, and his heart was far from as calm as he appeared on the surface!
"Grandpa." Zhou Chang controlled his breathing, tried to make his voice calm and soothing, and called Zhou Sanji softly.

However, even though Zhou Sanji heard his voice, he was still in a daze and did not respond.

"Grandpa." Zhou Chang emphasized his tone and waved the banner in his hand slightly, "Are we just going to stand here like this?"

"hiss--"

At this moment, Zhou Sanji took a deep breath and finally came back to his senses!

There was still a trace of blankness on the old man's face, but he finally stopped standing there - Zhou Chang's deliberately low voice slowly reached his ears and eyes, allowing his eyes to find the target: "Grandpa, that thin guy has a knife on his waist...

Take that knife and cut the intestines out of his hand.

Put down the lantern...

If you can’t see it, you’ll be less afraid.”

Zhou Sanji muttered to himself as he agreed to Zhou Chang's words, put the lantern back on his waist as he was told, and then ran towards the thin man.

No one noticed what Zhou Chang and Zhou Sanji said. They only saw the old man nodding, suddenly putting away the lantern, striding up to the thin man, pulling out the dagger from the thin man's waist, and slashing it several times with force, cutting off the piece of intestine!
The lights dimmed.

The scene in the treetops turned dark in everyone's eyes.

The intestines were still dangling in the air, but they were no longer held in the thin man's hands.

Everyone was still in a daze, and only vaguely heard a young man's low voice: "Grandpa, wake him up..."

"How did you wake up?" The old man's voice was full of confusion as he hadn't yet recovered.

"Give him a few slaps."

"Correct!"

Zhou Sanji suddenly raised his voice, held up Zhou Chang's body with one hand, raised the other hand high, and slapped the thin man on the face, still cursing: "Fuck your mother!
Haven't you seen enough dead people?! You are pretending here!
I'll clean the shit out of your ears and wake you up, you son of a bitch!"

The thin guy was slapped twice by Zhou Sanji and staggered, and fell to the ground.

But at this moment, the ambiguous syllables in his throat finally became intermittent words: "Oh my God - oh my God - I, I don't know what happened, I tripped and grabbed the vine next to me - I thought, I thought it was the vine -

Hey!
Oh, I can’t breathe.”

"If you can't breathe, just lie down on your ancestors' bed.

It's cool there, you'll feel fine!" Zhou Sanji started to scold the thin guy again.

Such direct curses actually awakened some vitality in the darkness.

Everyone gathered around Zhou Sanji and his grandson, trembling.

"Someone come, help him up and walk away!" Zhou Sanji shouted to everyone.

But when several people saw the thin man with blood all over his hands and face, they didn't dare to touch him.

Seeing this, Zhou Chang spoke in a deep tone: "Now it is you who are sending Master Zhong Kui off to get married. You are dawdling here. Do you want to delay Master Zhong Kui's family wedding? Do you really think that Master Zhong Kui is kind and will help you at any time?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two young men hurriedly went to carry the bride's "wedding sedan".

Sun Yanshun was the only one left. He sighed helplessly and had to reach out to help the thin disciple who was sitting on the ground.

The thin man stood up shakily, and a smell of urine wafted off his body.

The clothes behind his buttocks were soaked with urine, and urine was still flowing down his trouser legs.

"I, I've been holding it in all the way, and I can't hold it in this time..." the thin man said hesitantly.

Everyone looked at him in silence.

The atmosphere was iron-like and heavy.

Zhou Sanji had previously warned everyone not to urinate on the road, and even to hold back their farts, but the thin guy was frightened by the corpse on the tree and finally peed his pants on the spot.

……

The group set out again. Because of what happened before, the group was no longer in the mood to talk, and they just followed Zhou Sanji and his grandson on their way, and the atmosphere was extremely silent.

Not long after they walked, they came out of the wild woods along a long gentle slope.

At the bottom of the gentle slope, the outline of a fenced yard appeared in the mist.

There were vague shadows in the mist, and it seemed that there were other houses lined up in rows along the road.

Zhou Chang was carried by Zhou Sanji as they passed in front of the fenced yard.

He felt that Zhou Sanji, who had been carrying him easily all the way, was now trembling slightly and seemed to be exhausted.

This thin old man was able to walk such a long distance only because of Zhong Kui's power.

Today, Zhou Sanji suddenly felt exhausted, which made Zhou Chang have some bad thoughts.

Before he opened his mouth to ask, Zhou Sanji lowered his voice and took the initiative to say to him: "Grandson, I can't see clearly. That little bastard was scared and peed everywhere. I'm afraid that Uncle Zhong will find it dirty. It's probably going to leave..."

Hearing the voice, Zhou Chang's gaze suddenly turned to Zhou Sanji's 'black eyes'. The red light stained on the pair of eyes drawn with a brush became chaotic and blurred, and the black ink background gradually revealed itself.

The red light is fading.

He looked at the white banner in his hand again. The flowery facial mask on the banner had turned into a blur of color and was gradually fading from the banner.

"You have to be ready to run..." Zhou Sanji reminded him secretly.

"Okay." Zhou Chang held the flagpole tighter in his hand.

The group of people behind them were not fools either. They gathered around the grandfather and grandson, not giving them any chance to escape their sight.

The painted face on the banner became increasingly blurred.

Zhou Chang felt that the old man beneath him was trembling with every step he took.

He pursed his lips tightly, and transparent silk threads covered his entire body. Zhou Chang controlled the silk threads with his own consciousness, and could control his body like a puppet - but he didn't know how long his consciousness could support him to control this body?
"This yard...why is it still there?!"

At this moment, Sun Yanshun's slightly horrified voice suddenly rang out in the dead silence.

Everyone in the fog stopped when they heard the sound.

Zhou Chang followed Sun Yanshun's gaze and looked to the left side of the dirt road.

There was a fenced courtyard with walls woven with branches and a thatched gatehouse.

There are three or five thatched houses in the fenced yard.

Some of the wooden doors of the huts were open, while others were closed.

In the muddy corner of the yard, there is a jujube tree. At this season, the jujube tree is only left with rugged branches and no leaves at all.

There is a jar under the jujube tree.

There were two large wooden basins placed next to the tank.

A wooden basin was filled with water, and steam was rising from the water and wafting into the air;
In a wooden basin, neatly and orderly pieces of meat were stacked.

The scene in the yard looked as if the owner had been slaughtering livestock and cutting up meat in the yard not long ago, and then suddenly something happened and he left the yard in a hurry.

The gates were not closed.

Zhou Chang looked at the heart, lungs, stomach and kidneys hanging on the branch of the jujube tree - but no intestines. His pupils trembled violently, and a certain answer was about to come out in his heart -

At this moment, the thin man suddenly shouted: "Boss! Boss! Boss!

That heartless dead man—his head!"

As the thin man screamed, Zhou Chang turned his eyes and saw the head of the corpse that was hung on the tree before, which was split in half among the pile of meat.

A chill rose from his tailbone, ran through his spine, and was about to lift the top of his head!
"Woo——"

"Hiss—ah—hiss—"

"Wang Wang Wang!"

Fierce dog barking suddenly sounded in the yard just as the thin man was shouting!

But Zhou Chang could not see any trace of a dog in the fenced courtyard!
Just as the barking of dogs suddenly arose, a woman with disheveled hair suddenly appeared in the crowd - her waist-length hair completely covered her face. She was wearing a black satin jacket embroidered with a longevity pattern, and her belly was bulging.

She was standing behind the thin man and suddenly raised her hand -

A sharp knife pierced through the thin man's neck, and the tip of the knife emerged from his Adam's apple!
Blood spurted forward along the tip of the knife!
The cold knife slashed along the thin man's neck all the way down - cutting his cavity neatly from front to back. The dripping blood mixed with various body fluids stained the thin man's tattered cotton jacket!
"Quack, quack, quack!"

A night owl-like laugh came out of Li Xiamei's mouth.

It drew out its knife and threw its head back, laughing.

The cold wind messed up the long hair on its face, slightly revealing its mouth - a pair of purple-black lips were already filled with the fangs of a carnivore!

thump!
The thin man, covered in blood, fell to the ground.

Li Xiamei's figure swayed in the mist and suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, it walked past the thin-skinned coffin - the 'seating bearer' who was standing in front of the coffin suddenly had streams of black blood flowing out of his eyes, ears, mouth and nose. He opened his mouth wide and made a 'huhuhu' sound.

A straight bloodstain extended from his neck all the way down!
The intense fear brought by Li Xiamei turned into an invisible blade and actually cut open his chest!
“Ah ...

The other sedan bearer behind the coffin screamed wildly, holding a simple machete, and chopped at Li Xiamei head-on!

Li Xiamei didn't avoid it!
The simple machete chopped down along her head, but it only hit the invisible air and flowing wind - Li Xiamei was unharmed. She stretched out her dark blue hand like a chicken claw and pulled out the intestines of the coffin bearer!
'She' walked past the coffin, her figure elusive and invisible.

Li Xiamei never even looked at the bride sitting in the coffin.

The 'paper face' pasted on the bride's face moved its eyes, and it let out a light breath, and the two sedan bearers who had their chests hollowed out and were lying on the ground suddenly stood up.

Their deflated cavities were filled with that breath, and their pale skin reflected the luster of paper.

The sedan bearers lifted the coffin again and walked slowly forward in the black fog.

Zhou Chang and his companions, as well as Sun Yanshun, had already run away when Li Xiamei appeared.

(End of this chapter)