After a while, my head was filled with eyeballs, and the gap between each eyeball was blinking like an eyelid, secreting some inexplicable mucus.

The bald man turned his head at this time. Who wouldn’t be that ghost Bodhisattva?

He spoke, his voice cold and squinting: "Eat, why don't you eat it anymore? It's delicious. Hehehe..."

Zhu Yang looked at the eyeballs in his hand, then at the ghost Bodhisattva, and the expression on his face turned into a trance. He looked at the eyeballs in front of him as if they were full of appetite.

She held her eyes gradually approached her lips, getting closer and closer, and the expression on the face of the ghost Bodhisattva became more and more sinister and proud.

But just when his eyes were less than five centimeters away from his lips, Zhu Yang's arm suddenly turned rapidly, and he suddenly opened his index finger and middle finger, and the eyeball in his hand fell to the ground.

The next second, the sound of nails poking into the flesh came from. The sound was sticky and watery, which sounded very cold.

Zhu Yang quickly poked his finger into the eyes of the ghost Bodhisattva, and directly poked his eyes blinded.

Feeling that the other party was about to retreat, Zhu Yang bent his fingers and hooked the other party's eyes from inside, looking at the ghost Bodhisattva with a cold look on his face.

"Eyeballs are you? So many eyes are grown on your head, right? Since there are so many, it doesn't matter if you have one or two less, right?"

The ghost Bodhisattva screamed, but in terms of strength, he was worshipped by the villagers for so many years, and he absorbed the souls of dozens of women to enhance his magic power. In terms of ability, Zhu Yang is no match for him.

But it is not so easy to collect the soul. She must be successfully hired, either she walks into the sedan chair by herself, or enjoys his things.

Usually, a woman is hired at the first level and waits for the ceremony to be fulfilled on the day of sacrifice to gain souls. The woman faintly heard aura that made him feel threatened, and she broke the wedding bride level at the critical moment.

But this time his limit is smaller, his mana is stronger. It is logical that he shouldn't be sober.

The same is true for the ghost Bodhisattva to relax his vigilance when he kicked his feet and suddenly fell into the Tao.

Zhu Yang was not satisfied with the blind ghost Bodhisattva's eyes. When she thought of the eyes that she had just held for so long and almost swallowed it, she was disgusted and full of resentment.

Thinking that his hands were already dirty at this moment, he simply gave up on himself, and raised his hand and clenched two eyes from the ghost Bodhisattva's head--

"Here! Isn't this a replacement?" As he said that, he stuffed his two eyeballs into her eyes that were poked into her.

He continued to pick up the rest of his head one by one and force it to eat it.

"Anyway, you can grow on your head after eating it, which means that your bag is permanently reused, right? It's so convenient, come on! Since you don't spend money, don't waste it. Eat more. Look at how fragrant you ate before, don't be polite."

The poor ghost Bodhisattva has all his skills, but he was tortured so hard that he could not use it. He had a strange way, but he just didn't care about his strength.

I have never met someone who is a little capable, but even if I get close to you, I don’t have such a direct way to do it.

Zhu Yangbian's inhumane torture ghost Bodhisattva did not forget to be mean in his mouth: "I've said you have such an ugly face. You'll wake up with everything after just one look, but you dare to show your face? Haha, I find that your ugly pussy is quite confident in yourself, right?"

"Enter your father's dream every day, do you think my dream has no threshold? I have never dreamed of such an ugly slutty person in my life. You have really lowered the style of my dreams."

"You still eat your eyes, right? Come on! Don't be polite to eat. I'm a beauty like me serves you. If you say it, you can blow it all your life. Hurry up, you'll miss several of them."

The ghost Bodhisattva wanted to escape, but this girl was tricky and vicious, and her sharp fingers kept snatching the hole in his head that was empty because of the holes that were poached, just like catching a bowling ball.

This force suppression and the tragic pain made the ghost Bodhisattva unable to escape for a moment.

He shouldn't have been careless. Since this woman has something that makes him feel threatened, he should be more cautious. It was just that the last time someone like her easily harvested him, he mistakenly thought that these different people from other places were just like this.

I don’t know how long it took, but a rooster crow came from a distance. The ghost Bodhisattva never expected that one day he would be saved by the rooster crow.

Seeing that Zhu Yang was about to wake up from his dream, he quickly took the opportunity to escape, and even more sinister malice was brewing in his heart.

Zhu Yang woke up and the sky was already white.

She was in a irritable mood, and this kind of dream always made people feel that she had only slept for a short while and felt a irritable feeling that she hadn't had enough sleep.

But in my dream, she grabbed the disgusting eyes with her hands all night, and even though her hands were dry in reality, she couldn't stand it.

As a result, I met two children hurriedly running out to the bathroom. Sure enough, I remembered that I didn’t dare to get up at night last night.

The two children went to school after breakfast, and after Zhuyang and the others finished their breakfast, it was dawn.

Today, I go to market and rural market days are actually quite frequent, usually on the 369th or 147th.

Zhu Yang was a little impatient to explain the dream to the players due to the dullness of Fang Zhiyuan last night, so he mentioned it so that they could protect themselves more carefully.

Then he urged Sister Wang, who had been trying to persuade her to leave, to go to the market: "Melon seeds and peanuts are not worth the money, but those red dates and longans are not bad. If you go to the town, you will have to sell them for a few hundred yuan. Go and go and grab a good stall, don't delay it."

Sister Wang was driven to the entrance of the village by her and wanted to force her to leave.

At this time, a few people came from the side, and the village chief was the leader. Seeing this, he glared at Sister Wang.

He said: "Maozi's family, if you want to go to the venue, you can go there by yourself. Why do you pull the guests? It takes four or five hours to go back and forth, and they can come over to have a quiet and relaxed time, so don't go down the mountain."

Zhu Yang smiled and looked at Mrs. Wang, "Look!" This is not a question of whether they are happy to leave, but a question of whether they are willing to let go.

Mrs. Wang's face looked even more ugly. She was about to rush to argue with the village chief, but Zhu Yang spoke first.

"I said those things yesterday, and I started to go down the mountain to buy them today, right?"

The village chief's face was also fluttering when he heard this. He was so cunning that he could not know that this man was playing tricks, but it was natural for the village to be unable to resist this.

She made this request, or if she did as she did, it would not be her who offended her. When the Bodhisattva saw her, she would think that they would not be willing to worship more.

So he said with a stern face: "Yes, I'm going down the mountain to buy it now."

"That's right, let Mrs. Wang help me check it. I don't agree if the material is not good. It's rare that I am so beautiful. Nine-point beauty is discounted by the torn clothes to seven. Do you think the Bodhisattva can be happy?"

This is equivalent to making the tacitly clear, and the village chief doesn't believe that she is really willing and becomes more vigilant about her.

But as long as they didn't think about running away, he couldn't do anything about these people. After all, the last time the Bodhisattva fell in love with a foreigner, he could turn into several young and strong villages.

Who is willing to fight to the death before you fight? Every man in every household is the lifeblood.

The village chief thought about how to deal with it in his heart, so Zhu Yang continued, "Did you remember all the things you bought at the banquet?"

"Remember—ah? What banquet?"

"I'm talking about the standard of the banquet." Zhu Yang said dissatisfied: "Hey! You don't want to fool such a big happy event as usual, right? I heard that your servant talk about the past dishes."

"Oh, which beggar from me? Can such a beautiful woman be the same as your Chaihuo Niu'er? Do you have any eyes? Then the Bodhisattva will not agree when he sees it."

The village chief was so painful that his head hurt. When he saw her saying "The Bodhisattva on the left and the Bodhisattva on the right, he said "The Bodhisattva on the right and the Bodhisattva on the right, he was holding a chicken feather as an arrow. The Bodhisattva on the side was really not generous.

It’s okay if no one mentions it. If you don’t mention it, don’t follow the rules. Will the Bodhisattva think that they are not happy?

Then it will be in vain and you will be in trouble for the next three years.

So the village chief kept a bunch of menus. Although there were no abalone and sea cucumbers in it, the money from every household would be as painful as everyone was cutting out their flesh.

After giving the explanation, Zhu Yang patted the somewhat muddy wife Wang: "Look at me when you buy something, don't let them buy bargains to fool me."

Then I took my hands to go home, and saw a family coming towards me, which was the one they went to deliver bamboo shoots last night.

Zhu Yang smiled and said hello: "Oh, my aunt is going to the market? Your daughter didn't come back too late last night, right?"

The family was panicked and afraid that they didn't sleep much all night, so they were in a bad mood. After hearing Zhu Yang's words, their faces were even scared.

Seeing their family like this, the village chief scolded: "It's a bad thing for others to say a few words, what do you think?"

The man from the family said with a panic: "But they have never seen Da Ya before, how can they know what Da Ya looks like? The basket is also from our family. Da Ya used to carry it out to cut bamboo shoots."

The village chief's face became more and more ugly, but he still warned the surroundings: "Everyone opens my eyelids and sucks my head, don't be panicked. She is a foreigner, we have a Bodhisattva."

That being said, everyone's faces were not good-looking. Half of them were distressed by the money they had to spend on the banquet, and half were the things that were evil when the dead daughter came back.

Zhu Yang instigated and left, and the players were basically limited to this mountain.

Today, when the village went to the market, there were no people in the entire village, which made it easier for them to investigate everywhere.

The two boys have taken a photo of the river all the way yesterday and have almost touched the area by the river, so they continue to look for it today.

Zhu Yang took a few girls around, seemingly aimlessly.

Although she had the upper hand against the ghost Bodhisattva last night, it was obvious that things were not that simple. She could also feel that the ghost Bodhisattva's ecstasy technique last night was stronger than the day before yesterday.

This is also the consistent nature of the game. The further you get to the back, the more powerful the ghost abilities are unlocked, but this also gives the player a buffer belt.

Zhu Yang has not heard of many ghosts and monsters, and he has no clue about the true body or weakness of the ghost Bodhisattva.

If she doesn't find a way to deal with it first, the stronger the other party becomes every day, and she will always be unable to cover herself.

Thinking of this, she suddenly asked Zhang Xin: "You are the most careful. Do you still remember what tributes were placed in the ancestral hall at that time?"

Zhang Xin recalled: "In addition to ordinary chickens, ducks, fish and meat, there are also eggs, animal offals, and some shell insects."

"Hmm? Are there these?" Zhu Yang was a little surprised. She was hitting the statue of the ghost Buddha with an egg. The egg white and yolk broke out of the shell.

Do you choose raw food for tributes? But seeing that other tributes are nothing special, she didn't think much about it. She suddenly thought of this, but she didn't expect that there were really these unreasonable details.

Zhang Xin nodded: "My nose has been very good since I was a child. Although the ancestral hall is full of fragrance and candles, I smelled a scent of fishy smell as soon as I entered, so I took a look at it at that time."

"The tributes placed below are fine. The three plates closest to the statue of Ghost Bodhisattva, at first glance, thought they were cooked food and peanuts, but I'm sure the internal organs must be raw."

"Is that true?" Zhu Yang nodded.

It is eating eyeballs and growing eggs and internal organs. If this ghost Bodhisattva really has a prototype, it will be a sinister thing no matter how you look at it.

However, this alone could not find the breakthrough, so Zhu Yang brought a few people directly to the cemetery.

That is the place where dozens of girls were buried.

Zhu Yang and the others roughly counted, and there were more than thirty. If the sacrifice was strictly performed once every three years, the living sacrifice seemed to have lasted for a hundred years.

How did this monster come about? What happened a hundred years ago? It is not possible to check for the time being. However, because the ghost Bodhisattva was seriously injured last night, Zhu Yang wondered if he could take the opportunity to try to communicate with the ghost brides?

It is also good to use this to understand what extent the ghost Bodhisattva controls the ghost brides, and even more so if you can find out some other useful information.
To be continued...