I Signed In For a Thousand Years, I Just Want To Get Away From the World

　　 The demon-like direction is right in that beautiful woman's home.

　　 Xia Ji's ability to look for breath is stronger than that of his brother, so he noticed that something was wrong with that beautiful woman.

　　 But before, he didn't see the evil spirit even if he used the lookout technique.

　　 Then... At this moment, what is this evil spirit that gushes out, but is confined to a house that has never escaped?

　　 Has anything changed?

　　 There is no doubt that if he wants to witness the truth, he only needs to go to that beautiful woman alone.

　　 But, is it that simple?

　　 Xia Ji lay on the bed thinking about the problem, the powerful movement of the qi in his body made him rest only with a little luck.

　　 Suddenly, a low voice came from the bed beside him: "Uncle Master, Uncle Master...Are you asleep?"

"No."

　　 "That..." Lian Xingzi was a little twisted, and stopped talking.

　　 Xia Ji looked sideways, and saw that the little girl was wrapped in a blanket, showing only her small head, a clean oval face, and anxiousness in the black and white pupil beads.

　　 She said in a voice transmission: "Uncle Master, can you accompany me to the latrine..."

　　 Xia Ji replied: "Okay."

　　 In this kind of unfamiliar mountain village with wild mountains and treacherous clouds, going to the latrine alone in the early morning is no different from committing suicide.

　　 As for why the little Daogu seeks him instead of Chen Dao Ren or Zhang Song Zhang Bai, Xia Ji still has this point, because his bed is closer to Lian Xingzi.

　　 The two got up and went out.

　　 Lian Xingzi followed the tall and sunny Shishu, and said, "Thank you..."

　　 In the dark night, the wooden door of the latrine "creaked" in the mountain breeze.

　　 But there is nothing unusual in the latrine. Ordinary people may not be able to detect anything, but for them, the Wang Qi technique is enough to complete the judgment of whether there is a demon or not.

　　 Little Daogu squatted into the latrine, and then the two began to talk through the door, just to prevent accidents.

　　 If the sound is interrupted, then an accident has occurred.

　　 "Does Uncle Master have a Taoist companion?" the little Taoist aunt asked.

　　 Xia Ji casually said: "No."

　　 "In the mind of the uncle, what should the Taoist couple look like?" The little Taoist aunt asked.

　　 Xia Jidao: "I never thought about it."

　　 "Does the uncle master know what kind of Taoist I am looking for?" the little Taoist aunt asked shyly.

　　 Xia Ji groaned, and sighed: "Senior brothers are mature and stable. Girls should all like him, right?"

　　Little Daogu:...

　　 Xia Ji heard no sound and asked, "Did an accident happen?"

　　 "No...No."

　　 Suddenly... The little Taoist made a puzzled voice, "The latrine here is so clean, it doesn't smell at all."

　　 Saying that, Xia Ji also felt a little weird.

　　 Normally, the latrines in the mountain village don't know what it will smell like, but after he came here, he didn't smell any smell.

　　 The door of the toilet opened, Xiaodao Aunt straightened her white robe, folded her hands cramped, and ran to Xia Ji's side.

　　 The two were about to check the latrine. Suddenly, a strange but terrifying feeling rose up.

　　 Mist.

　　The vast fog, like a cage from the sky,

　　 The entire small village cage was suppressed in an atmosphere of horror.

　　 And every minute, every second, the line of sight is becoming hazy.

　　 If you look closely, not only is the sky above and below the fog, but the ground is also rising...

　　 Heaven and Earth seem to have turned into the lips of a pale beast, biting fiercely toward the middle, if they want to chew all the creatures in Huanglin Village into pieces!

　　 "It's foggy, it's so beautiful." Xia Ji couldn't help but said with emotion, "Such fog reminds me of my days in Wudang Mountain."

　　 He squinted slightly, showing some happiness, memories, and a little excitement.

　　 Lian Xingzi looked at him like a ghost, Master Uncle... At this time, this kind of scene, can you still think of this?

　　 Xia Ji also felt that something was wrong.

　　 My mentality is so weird... What's so exciting?

　　 Soon, Lian Xingzi felt a strong sense of convulsions, it seemed that a certain kind of demon was also rising with the fog.

　　 "Uncle Master, let's go back to the house."

　　 Lian Xingzi had a year of experience as a wandering Taoist, and even experienced the "Tuan Annihilation" incident in Cold Mist Town, and he had some understanding of the signs of this horror coming.

　　 In her opinion, although the young uncle is sunny and handsome, but... as everyone knows, the cultivation level of the uncle is really messed up.

　　 In those years when Xiao Shishu was a Taoist priest, he never communicated with the priests of the same period, nor did he consult any wandering Taoist... but he walked very close to the sex-cultivator Yu Qingzhu.

　　What can I learn from this?

　　 Obviously, looks attractive.

　　 Xiao Shishu can use sword qi, which makes people feel very surprised.

　　Others, don't count on it at all.

　　 And this is his first time out.

　　 At this time, it is obviously very inexperienced.

　　 Lian Xingzi didn't care about the defense between men and women, and directly pulled Xia Ji's sleeve, dragging him back hurriedly.

　　 With this running, a feeling of more and more horror emerged behind the two of them... it seemed to herald that something was about to appear.

　　The latrine is not far from the farmhouse where five people live.

　　 But when the two of them returned to the house, they were dimly out of sight of their fingers. Even through the window, they could only see the muddy ground two meters away from the window. No matter how far away, there was a vast white mist.

　　 Inside the house, Chen Dao Ren, Zhang Song and Zhang Bai were all awake, looking out the window waiting in a battle, as if preparing to fight.

　　 Seeing the two come back, Chen Dao Ren touched his belly and said solemnly: "The monster is rising, ready to make a move...

　　 Lian Xingzi, you start to draw symbols.

　　 Junior Brother, stand back a little bit and remember to protect yourself. "

　　 Little Daogu was ready to go to the toilet, and hurriedly grabbed the cinnabar pen, the cinnabar inkstone, and the yellow talisman paper.

　　 But the weird thing is... as the two entered the house, the fog outside slowly dissipated.

　　 But everyone did not dare to relax, but tightened their bodies vigilantly.

after a long time.

　　 In the loud cry of the rooster breaking dawn, the sky... gradually became clear.

　　In the thin mist, the villagers also got up early, ready to go to farm work.

　　 They seem to have no idea about the fog that suddenly fell last night, and even if they knew it, they would say, "Isn't it normal for the fog to fall in the mountains?"

　　 At this time, the fresh air peculiar to the mountain village was refreshing, and I felt that the scene last night was just an illusion.

　　 "There are demons in this village, not man-made incidents..." Chen Dao Ren directly asserted, "The fog yesterday is proof."

　　 Brother Xia Jixindao, you said something nonsense.

　　 Chendao humanitarian: "According to the plan, let's go to the back mountain of the village and have a look."

　　 His fat face was full of seriousness, "This time the demon is definitely not a little demon, you must be careful."

　　 Xia Ji suddenly said: "Brother, go up the mountain, I will stay in the mountain village to observe if there is any abnormality here."

　　 The Taoist Chen was stunned, "In this environment, if you stay in this environment, you are likely to be in danger."

　　 "Senior brother, the weather is so good, and the previous accidents happened after nightfall, so... I don't think I will be in danger, but this village needs people to watch it all the time."

　　 Daoist Chen thought for a while, felt that there were no more juniors and no less than him. According to the speculations of him and Zhang Song and Zhang Bai, the root of the disaster was probably in the back mountains.

　　So... it’s safe to stay in the village.

　　 The evil spirit was so strong last night, he didn't have the confidence to deal with it. If he took the younger brother... it would be a burden.

　　 What's more, the back mountain is not far from the village, even if something goes wrong in the village, they can rush back immediately.

　　 What's more, fairies mostly worship the moon, and night is their main activity time, and it is relatively safer during the day.

　　 So, he said: "That's OK, brother, you be careful."

　　 After a while, Chen Daoren took out a sword from his bag and slapped it on the table. At the same time, he said, "Stop using your wooden sword, something really happened to carry this sword."

　　 Obviously, the third brother was worried that the younger brother would take his life in order to be handsome, so he specially prepared a sword for him.

　　......

　　 After Chen Daoren and the other four left, Xia Ji stood up silently.

　　 He first went to the latrine last night to take a look. The latrine smelled unsmelling, but that was not the case last night.

　　 What has changed?

　　 or hallucination?

　　 Leaving here, he performed his posture again and came directly to the farmhouse, pressing his palm on the door of the house.

　　 The door was unlocked, he hesitated for a moment, and then pushed it open.

　　 Then, walked in.

　　 The room is very dark,

　　The beautiful woman is sitting in the corner, like a stain in the sun, her face is white with frost, which makes people think of the gloomy snow-covered cliff.

　　 When she saw Xia Ji, she couldn't help but was stunned, but she was delighted immediately.

　　 Those eyes are really thieves. From the moment in the village, the beautiful woman feels that she has seen through the thoughts of the little Taoist priest.

Therefore, she lifted her snow-white wrist, brushed her fingers across a thick red candle beside the table, breathed like orchids, lightly scratching sounded, the red phosphorus ignited and lit the red candle~www .wuxiahere.com~Between the candlelight jumps, the beautiful woman was photographed clearly.

　　 is really a tickling little girl.

Eyebrows are hidden and charming, Qingsi pulls up a simple bun, long neck and fragrant shoulders, skin white as milk from a village cow's milk, and delicate body like ripe peaches hanging on the branches, and then think of last night In the picture, no man can restrain the throbbing and impulse.

　　 Beautiful Women's Judo: "I have seen Daoist Qingquanzi."

　　 Xia Ji said gently: "The trail is polite."

　　 The atmosphere suddenly became glamorous, revealing a breath of spring in the garden.

　　 "The slave sage... just left the house, and only came back after dark." The beautiful woman yelled softly, and then asked sheepishly, "Where are the other Dao chiefs?"

　　 Xia Ji closed the wooden door gently with his backhand, then closed the lock, and said softly: "Coincidentally, they, they have all gone up the mountain, and I will stay in the village alone."

　　 The room was dark, except for the light from the candles in the distance.

When the beautiful woman heard his words, she cupped her face, her eyes were silky, her fingers moved gently on her lips, and she whispered softly with a scratching voice: "In the broad daylight, Xiao Langjun is crying Come to the slave house?"

　　 Xia Ji said with emotion: "I don't know either."

　　 The beautiful woman giggled and said softly: "Actually, at the entrance of the village, Xiao Langjun looked at the Nujia. Although the eyes of the Nujia were low, he also said Xiao Langjun..."

　　 "It's a pity that the slave family is a family member, and can only hold back this love..."

　　 "But since Xiao Langjun is here, the slave family will let Xiao Langjun eat, but before dark, Xiao Langjun remembers to leave, don't hit my family mate..."

　　 After saying this, she winks like silk, her breath quickens, and her red lips are like burning desire, and she is also covered with terrifying human blood.