Beside the rockery and fish pond on the first floor, the old monk stood motionless. Neither the skinner nor other evil spirits in the theater could break through the golden insect circle around him.

Because the village resentment’s ability has been enhanced, the reappearing Old Tian can’t do anything to the old monk. After all, the old monk did not trigger any rules in the theater.

When taking shelter from the rain before, the old monk just sat there motionless, just like Yan Daozi, able to respond to ever-changing situations with the same attitude, showing a lot of survival experience.

Sang Que was not in a hurry to deal with him. She first found Xia Chan's body that had just been trapped, and tried to help Xia Chan put his head back.

As a result, it was actually reattached. Xia Chan learned it by herself and sewed the broken end with her hair. It soon recovered as before without any scars.

Thinking about his own neck which was still torn apart by flesh, Sang Que envied this ability.

"You have a body growing out of your hair."

The curtain of the sedan chair was blown up by the wind, and eight brides who looked like mummies, wearing tattered veils, slowly stood up and walked out of the sedan chair.

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The old monk suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Sangque in surprise.

The old monk glanced at Sangque, then slowly closed his eyes and said quietly, "The ancestors planted thousands of causes, and the descendants will pay for them. She and I are both enemies and creditors. How can we explain what happened? I also want to know what happened. All the sins must be paid for by me? How unfair is that to me?"

Sang Que always felt that it was impossible for Huilan alone to destroy the entire Ming family overnight. The whole thing was deeply related to Ming Wanxi, the eldest daughter of the Ming family. Unfortunately, she knew too little about Ming Wanxi.

"Have you ever tried to die like this?" Sang Que suddenly asked.

At the critical moment, an extremely cold gray mist suddenly emanated from Sangque.

Who said that? These evil spirits have low intelligence. Sang Que feels that the Yin children and village resentments she raised are all as cunning as each other!

Sang Que suddenly relaxed his body, slid down to sit on the ground, leaned against the ancient well and said to Yin Tong, "If you are not in a hurry, then neither am I. Let us both be swallowed by the village resentment!"

When Sang Que was about to control Yin Tong to come back, Yin Tong sucked the evil spirit away in one gulp with lightning speed and incredibly smoothness.

"Ming Qingyang!"

That was what she was going to leave for Lao Tian to offset the side effects of the theater, but when she left it alone for a while, Yin Tong ate it behind her back.

Meow!

How can he survive without a heart? He says he can't die, but he is just afraid of death!

The eight brides came closer and closer. Xia Chan nervously grabbed Sang Que's arm, but Sang Que simply closed his eyes and looked like he was waiting to die.

The long black threads on the chests of the eight brides danced like tentacles and rushed towards Sangque. Sangque's fingers holding the knife suddenly tightened.

"Amitabha..."

Sang Que frowned when he heard this, "You want to be a riddle teller, right?"

The black thread wrapped around the heart quickly split into eight strands, passing through the sedan chair and entangled the bodies of the eight brides inside. Huilan was not among them, so one sedan chair was empty.

"you……"

"elder sister!"

Huilan was cowardly and overly kind when she was alive. She only dared to complain in her heart when she encountered things. How powerful could she be after she died and became a ghost? The widow of the Li family who cut her neck before hanging herself made people's backs cold.

Sang Que's eyes were stern, "If you don't want to talk, just shut up forever!"

The point is, the curse of "immortality" was indeed imprinted on the old monk's heart as she expected, and the village resentment must also want the power of that curse.

Sangque heard a clear swallowing sound.

"This is the immortal curse she gave me all those years ago. She wanted me to live in misery and pay for the sins of the Ming family. Do you think I haven't tried to die all these years? I can't die. I just can't die. Every night I will turn into her, sucking human blood and eating human flesh. Ha, ha, ha..."

The old monk smiled and slowly pulled down his collar, revealing a blood-red mark on his heart, exactly the same as the blood-colored ghost face flower in Ming Mansion.

Sang Que turned his head and saw Yin Tong holding the evil spirit of Su Liangyuan, with his mouth opened to an incredible size, trying to swallow the evil spirit.

It's over. I finally solved the problem of Ming Mansion, but now I am going to be killed by my own evil spirit. Sang Que is also full of resentment and extremely irritable! The eight brides are getting closer and closer under the control of the village resentment. Sang Que takes Xia Chan back to the well.

"Sister, what should we do?" Xia Chan asked in a low voice, with a serious look on her face, indicating that she could fight her way out with Sang Que.

Sang Que's eyes became fierce and he slashed the old monk's neck with a knife.

The force was so great that Sang Que staggered forward and looked at the old monk's heart wrapped in black threads hanging in the air, dancing weirdly.

Sang Que understood. This reaction showed that he was indeed Ming Wanxi's younger brother, the young master of the Ming family, and possibly the only person of the Ming family who survived the incident fifty years ago.

The charred rocks, the forest, the abandoned ancient well, and the nine sedan chairs reappeared before Sangque's eyes.

The billowing black smoke covered the sky and trapped everyone in the center.

Sang Que took out the food from the bag and gave it to Xia Chan, asking her to rest nearby first. Then Sang Que picked up the knife that was soaked with blood and walked up to the old monk.

Sang Que put away the knife, held Xia Chan's hand, and glanced at the three corpses in the distance. She could feel the suppressed restlessness of Yin Tong.

The old monk did not have any intention of resisting. Instead, he said slowly, "You can't kill me. No one can kill me except her."

The powerful resentment turned into substantial black mist, rolling like smoke and spreading rapidly around. The entire theater disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Sangque complained and thought that Xiachan, the evil spirit, had extraordinary abilities that needed to be explored.

Xia Chan and Xuan Yu, who had been outside the theater, ran to Sang Que and looked around in horror.

Ugh! The old monk groaned, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. His chest was torn open with flesh and skin turned inside out. He lowered his head and watched his heart leave his body, leaving a hole the size of a fist. He felt suffocated instantly.

After swallowing Su Liangyuan's evil spirit, Yin Tong's evil fog became much stronger than before, temporarily blocking the bride controlled by the village resentment out.

She must be referring to Ming Wanxi, not Huilan.

The village resentment was out of control! It had been very obedient before, and it was very likely that it had set its sights on the old monk's heart. The old monk had lived with the curse for so many years, suffering every day, and he must have a lot of resentment in his heart.

Sang Que put away the knife, took a deep look at the curse mark on his heart, and asked, "What happened back then?"

The old monk fell down and shut his mouth completely. It was finally over. Sang Que breathed a sigh of relief and was about to look for Yin Tong when the black thread transformed by the village resentment suddenly broke away from her chest.

Gulp!

Sang Que raised an eyebrow in confusion, "Why? Are you immortal?"

The old monk didn't move at all. As soon as the blood flowed out, the wound began to emit a scent of wine and healed quickly.

Boom! Boom! The old monk heard the sound of his heart beating violently. He opened his eyes wide in horror, feeling the black threads quickly invading his heart, wrapping around it, and then pulling his heart out of his chest little by little.

The old monk's heart is the final step in the village resentment's promotion.

Sang Que slowly opened his eyes, his look was empty and lifeless, and the hand holding the knife was smoking.

Letting go of the knife, Sang Que stood up like a zombie and walked towards the three corpses.

Taoist priests, monks, and officials.

Killing them is just the first step. Next, the formal part of the ceremony begins! I will try to add another chapter. I won't block you today. I'll go write~

(End of this chapter)