Chapter 77: The ghost patrols the village, the talisman locks the withered coffin - "749 Game of the Taoist Priest Descending the Mountain"

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Ta-ta, tap-ta.

The footsteps were neither urgent nor slow, coming slowly from the end of the deep village road.

In the empty and silent village, this monotonous and dull footsteps seemed particularly abrupt. Each sound was like stepping on the top of people's hearts, making people's breathing tight.

Under the gray sky, the entire village road was covered with mist, and the gray-black evil spirit flowed slowly. The line of sight was blocked by the mist, and everything ten meters ahead was blurry.

Everyone quickly formed a formation.

Hu Jiulang stands at the front and in the middle, responsible for deducing the formation and locking the evil direction; Fan Mengxue protects the law on the right, and the thunder method is ready to go; Wang Xinxin and Momo hold the formation on the left, all hidden weapons are strung up; Li Anqi stands behind, and the golden and stone spiritual energy spreads on the ground, build defense at any time; the Gu insect in Qian Dan's sleeve awakens, and the green insect light is looming; Yang Rui holds the magic card and strengthens the protective barrier at any time; Lin Jia observes calmly and records the fluctuations of evil spirits; Li Erniu pinches the immortal mantra, and his whole body is dimly shimmering.

The nine-man formation was perfect and there were no flaws.

"They are not Yin soldiers." Hu Jiulang spoke in a low voice, his eyes piercing through the heavy gray fog, "They are scattered souls controlled by the formation. They were all villagers of this village during their lives. After death, their souls cannot reincarnate. They are trapped here and become puppets in the formation."

While speaking, a figure slowly walked out of the depths of the mist.

The man was wearing a shabby and yellowed old-fashioned cotton-padded jacket. He had a stooped figure and messy white hair. His head was hung down and his face could not be seen clearly. His arms hung stiffly at his sides. His steps were mechanical and heavy, one step at a time, and he walked slowly along the village road.

There was no shadow under his feet, a light gray mist wrapped around him, and the air was biting.

Although he was clearly walking on the frozen soil, there was no movement other than the sound of footsteps. There was no stepping on grass, no dust, and no movement of air, just like a cold shadow.

"It's the old hunter who disappeared two months ago." Li Erniu lowered his voice and tightened his tone, "I recognize this cotton-padded jacket. He wore this when he was alive and went hunting in the mountains and never came back."

The dead old man walked straight on, turning a blind eye to everyone. He stiffly walked past the dilapidated earthen wall beside the road and walked towards the deepest part of the village.

Behind him, in the mist, the second, third, and fourth figures stepped out one after another.

There are hunched old women, mature men with dull faces, and young girls wearing shabby flowered coats.

Everyone had their heads lowered, their faces could not be seen clearly, their movements were stiff and uniform, they lined up in a straight black line, and moved forward in silence.

A sense of cold, dead silence and oppression instantly enveloped the entire team.

"The Japanese Onmyoji Soul Control Technique." Fan Mengxue frowned, and the Thunder Wood Ruler trembled slightly, "Using the village as a place to raise souls, the remaining souls of the deceased are forcibly detained, their consciousness is wiped out, and they are transformed into shadow puppets that patrol the village to intimidate outsiders and protect the formation."

Hu Jiulang's eyes were cold, and he threw the copper coin in the air with his fingertips. The coin flipped over and landed in his palm, and the hexagram became dark and black.

"There are seven remnant souls in total, all trapped in this Yin evil formation." He raised his hand and pointed to the center of the village, "The formation's eye is under the ruined ancestral hall in front, where the evil energy is the strongest and the Yin energy settles. All the Yin currents in the whole village converge below the ancestral hall."

Lin Jia immediately recorded: "Ancestral hall? Is it the old ancestral hall in the village that worshiped the mountain god in the early years?"

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