Doomsday Begins with a Nightmare

With two nightmares, Lin Mo arrived at the old man Wang's side.

The old man Wang really wasn't at home.

Should have left long ago.

Because he agreed to Old Man Wang, the three of Lin Mo inspected the entire polluted area together, only to find a nightmare that came in by mistake.

No need for Lin Mo to do anything, the headless little brother and the belly-headed man will send each other away peacefully with one punch and one punch.

Not only did he send it away, but the man with the belly also thoughtfully used the other person's spine and head to make a threatening totem, and inserted it on the edge of the black fog as a warning.

That means that it is dangerous here, and those who are conscious of appearance should not come in.

Later, when a villager came in in a dream, Lin Mo let the headless little brother and the belly-headed man hide in Old Man Wang's yard. After all, the appearance of the two of them was more frightening than other nightmares.

"Everything is in order!"

Lin Mo looked outside, it was obvious that the villagers had a tacit understanding with Wang Laohan for a long time. After falling into a dream, they all entered a room in front of Wang Laohan's house.

This house is the 'safe house' set up by Old Man Wang.

Several households of villagers would stay here overnight until they woke up the next day.

Even if Lao Wang is not at home, the villagers can go in on their own.

Obviously, there is old man Wang guarding here, and the villagers who were involved are living very comfortably.

"Go back in a while."

Lin Mo returned to Old Man Wang's yard. The headless younger brother and the belly-headed man were curiously observing the several human-sized paper figures standing on the wall.

Sitting on the wooden bench, Lin Mo, who wanted to make some tea, suddenly found that there was a pair of scissors on the ground in front of him.

Old-fashioned, worn, and even with some rusted scissors.

But the blades of the scissors are extremely sharp.

Even with an inexplicable evil spirit.

These are scissors specially used for paper-cutting people, and it is also a 'weapon' often used by Wang Laohan.

Lin Mo frowned.

"Why didn't Pharaoh go out with these scissors? Forgot?" He walked over and picked up the scissors, thinking that Pharaoh must be very anxious when he went out.

Otherwise, why would you forget to take something.

It's not Lin Mo's nonsense. When he came today, the door was half-closed.

Wang Laohan himself has said that when he is in a hurry, he will forget this and forget that, which is also one of his shortcomings.

Lin Mo shook his head, put down the scissors, and picked up the teapot.

"Hey, why is there still tea in the teapot?" Lin Mo untied the lid of the pot, which contained almost a day's worth of tea.

It's already cold.

Old Man Wang valued that little tea. Lin Mo wanted to ask for something that the other party wouldn't give, and Old Man Wang also cherished this teapot. He would definitely wash it every time he drank the tea.

But this time, Old Man Wang left without a tea set.

This cold tea is definitely not drinkable. Lin Mo went to the nearby well to draw a ladle of water, washed the teapot, and boiled the water along the way.

But halfway through the fire, Lin Mo muttered, "No, Old Wang must have been very anxious when he left. Could it be that something happened?"

Lin Mo was a little worried at this time.

"Light rain!"

called out.

Xiaoyu stood in the yard.

The headless little brother and the belly-headed man over there saw Xiaoyu now, and their eyes were straight.

"I want to ask you for a divination, Old Wang, whether he is going out this time, whether it is good or bad!" Lin Mo took out the pencil and diary, but Xiaoyu didn't answer immediately.

Instead, he walked aside, touched the paper figurine placed in the corner, and picked up the scissors on the ground.

It seems to be sensing something.

Then Xiaoyu came over, grabbed Lin Mo's hand, and saw the pencil slowly write three words on the paper.

he died!

Lin Mo was stunned.

I looked at the words on the paper, and then I looked at Xiaoyu.

"Xiaoyu, now is not the time to be joking. Be serious. Pharaoh and I are friends. Hurry up and do a good divination." Lin Mo raised his face.

Xiaoyu nodded, came over and picked up the teacup and touched it again.

Then he grabbed Lin Mo's hand and re-written four words.

He is really dead!

Lin Mo felt a chill in his heart.

If you make a mistake the first time, you can still use the mistake to explain it, but the second time you get the same result, you can't imagine it anymore.

"The old king is dead?"

Xiaoyu grabbed the hand and wrote.

"Yes!"

"How did you die?" Lin Mo hurriedly asked, still a little disbelieving.

Xiaoyu still wanted to write this time, but the next moment, she turned her head sharply, and the demon mask on the back of her head was surging with flames in her eyes.

boom!

The paper figures in the yard burst into flames.

The flames came very fast.

Lin Mo didn't have time to react at all, the flames were already out of control.

He only had time to pick up the teapot, the yard was already engulfed by flames, Lin Mo watched Old Wang's house burn, and the fire intensified.

Clearly invincible.

He got up, untied the teapot and a few balloons and handed it to Xiaoyu.

"Wait for me outside!"

After that, Lin Mo walked into the room with the raging flames.

These flames were crazily entangled in Lin Mo, but Lin Mo seemed to be unable to feel it.

Xiaoyu didn't say a word, and obediently walked outside the yard and waited.

The headless little brother and the belly-headed man also ran out.

They are also afraid of fire.

After waiting for a while, the entire yard was engulfed by flames, and the flames were soaring to the sky, and the wall of adobes on one side was burned and collapsed.

Obviously, the flames not only came suddenly, but the fire was abnormally large.

As if under the control of some kind of force.

Under normal circumstances, no one can survive under such flames.

But a minute later, Lin Mo came out of the flames.

The flames didn't hurt him in the slightest.

This is because of the 'burning' curse and the 'steel' curse.

These two curses can make Lin Mo completely immune to flames now, even if he stays inside until the fire naturally goes out, there is no problem.

The black sweater is also very special, not afraid of flames.

Lin Mo hid something in his clothes.

Just took it out after it came out.

It was a tin of tea, and in his hand he was carrying the pair of scissors that Old Man Wang usually used.

Lin Mo looked at the small courtyard that had been burnt down, feeling unspeakably uncomfortable.

Lin Mo already knew what happened just now.

Old Man Wang is dead.

When Xiaoyu was investigating how Old Man Wang died, he was attacked in some way.

Fortunately, Xiaoyu is not what it used to be, and he fought against the opponent for a while.

The other party didn't take advantage of it, so he used this connection to set a fire here.

"It's okay to kill people, but also to burn other people's houses, and also to burn me to death, this matter can't be ignored." Lin Mo found a reason for himself at this time.

"Old man Wang taught me the art of paper figurines. Strictly speaking, he is also my teacher. If the teacher was killed, I have to take revenge."

Lin Mo turned his head and glanced at the headless little brother and the man with the belly.

The two were startled and quickly agreed with Lin Mo's words.

The headless little brother is holding his head and nodding forcefully, the man with the belly has his head on his stomach, so he can't nod his head, so he can only speak: "Yes, yes, I must take revenge, boss, I will definitely help you. , I do what you ask me to do, you let me kill pigs, I will never kill chickens!"

Lin Mo retracted his gaze.

He just wanted to find a punching bag because the fire in his heart had nowhere to spread.

But these two are too thieves~www.wuxiahere.com~ I can't find an excuse to beat people.

Besides, they didn't do anything wrong, let's just bear with it.

But really pissed.

Did the old man Wang die like this?

The more you think, the more angry you are.

Anger rushed to his forehead, like boiling water.

I can't help it!

Lin Mo gritted his teeth at the moment, turned his head and saw a tree over there.

If you don't say a word, you will beat it.

The tree was very thick, and the two embraced, but Lin Mo shattered half of it with a few punches, as if he was bitten by some giant beast. At this moment, Lin Mo's two fists were as hard as steel.

Wanting to vent his anger, he forcibly discounted the tree and fell to the ground. Lin Mo gave up.

"Comfortable!"

Lin Mo walked back and said to the others, "Go, go back and shake people, and then let's go to Xiyu Temple together!"