I’m Being Held Captive by Demons Chapter 112: Entertainment

Wan'er looked helpless.

Kong Ning frowned slightly.

He looked at the river beach in the distance and was silent.

Could it be that... it's really only hard to get through?

If it can be rushed, I really don't have much confidence...

But at this moment, there was a little change in the frantic crowd dancing under the moonlight.

A dozen tall figures wearing Nuo opera masks dragged something through the dancing and shouting crowd and came to a position about 100 meters in front of the old locust tree.

In the moonlight, the animal they were dragging in their hands let out a humming sound.

It's eight adult pigs with strong black hair and full body fat.

The old woman under the locust tree looked at the sky and said, "It's almost time, let's start."

Then those butchers wearing Nuo opera masks dragged eight adult pigs to the locust tree, pulled out their sharp butchering knives, and stabbed them neatly into the pig's neck.

Blood spewed under the old locust tree and flowed to the ground, but was continuously absorbed by the ground.

After the slaughter of the eight adult pigs, there was not even a drop of blood on the ground, all of which was absorbed by the roots of the old locust tree underground.

Afterwards, these sturdy butchers dragged the pig's carcass away, dragged in eight sheep and eight cows, and sprinkled the blood of the three animals under the locust tree one after another.

The sound of drums on the beach is getting more and more exciting.

The old locust tree with its branches under the night sky, the buds on the branches are visible to the naked eye and begin to sprout and grow.

In the end, the cold moonlight fell on the old locust tree, and the old locust tree that was originally bare turned out to be lush and green.

The old woman standing under the old locust tree looked at all this with satisfaction, said.

"Twenty years of forbearance, but in the end I won..."

Speaking, the old woman looked at the little girl beside her.

The stiff seven-year-old girl stared at it in horror, her face pale.

The old woman smiled and stretched out her hand, stroking the girl's head, and said, "Little girl, you innate Taoist body, give it to grandma and make it a seedbed for grandma's new life."

"Grandma will thank you forever."

In the moonlight, under the leafy old locust tree, twisted roots broke through the soil and drilled out.

The roots of the snake-like wriggling trees are all blood-red, as if alive, directly wrapping the little girl who couldn't move on the chair, wrapping them around quickly.

Soon, there was only one giant tree cocoon left.

The old woman put her old hand on the cocoon and took a deep breath.

said: "Finally... I can finally have a living body."

A smile appeared on the old woman's face.

But at this moment, a dissonant hoarse voice came out from the dancing crowd, interrupting the old woman's actions.

"It's dry...be careful with candles..."

Then, more drums blared.

A hunched, white-haired old man beat a broken drum as he walked through and out of the frantically dancing crowd.

Obviously, the roars of the crowd were loud, and the drums were like thunder, but the hoarse and old voice of the beater was clearly spread.

The old woman under the locust tree looked at it in surprise and asked, "What happened?"

The hunched over, frowning old man Tai Geng coughed, and said slowly and feebly, "The sky is dry... Be careful of the candles..."

The old woman looked surprised: "The blue stone is here? Where is it? Why can't I feel it?"

So the old man Shi Geng stretched out his thin and thin fingers and pointed to Wangjiang River not far away.

However, under the darkness of night, the silent surging Wangjiang River flows out of the mountains, but there is nothing on the river.

The sky above the river is empty and deserted, not even a single water bird, let alone Kong Ning.

The old woman frowned; "Are you sure it's bluestone?"

This old ghost has been wandering in Shanlan County for decades. It is very familiar with the breath of every living and dead thing in the city, and it is reasonable to say that it is impossible to make mistakes.

It's just that what this old ghost is saying now...

"In that direction, there are tens of thousands of breaths coming here?"

The old woman under the locust tree looked at the distant mountains again, frowning.

"Tens of thousands of breaths? What do you mean?"

"How could there be tens of thousands of breaths?"

The old woman looked puzzled.

And on the dark Wangjiang River, in order to answer her confusion, a little pale light appeared in the darkness.

From a distance, you can see a few weird lanterns floating in the air, emitting a pale light in the dark.

And among the lanterns, a tall figure appeared.

He stepped on top of the water and down the river.

On his shoulders, he carried a two-meter-long giant sword.

The few lanterns floating around him made his face flicker and darker, and it was an empty face.

Looking at the old locust tree on the beach ahead, Kong Ning sneered slightly.

Since the whereabouts are revealed, they are no longer hidden.

In the dark night behind him, white lanterns appeared silently one after another.

Looking from a distance, behind the man who was riding the waves and down the river, in the dark darkness, his eyes seemed to open one by one.

One after another, white lanterns continued to emerge behind him.

In the end, the dense white lanterns filled almost the entire night sky behind the man. The pale and eerie lights completely illuminate the river beach.

The man who stepped on the waves, bathed in the cold moonlight of the Mid-Autumn Festival, seemed to have tens of thousands of strange eyes behind him.

Like the evil **** in a horror story crawling out of the dark abyss, evil and infiltrating.

The old woman clutching an old book has a surprised look on her face.

Understood what the old man said.

"You control tens of thousands of ghosts?!" The old woman's surprised voice sounded on the beach: "How did you do it? Did you take over the ghosts of the city god?"

Kong Ning smiled coldly and said, "Want to know? Go ask the ghost of the city **** yourself."

On the river beach in front, the old locust tree fluttered in the moonlight, surrounded by countless frantic figures dancing, and a group of demons dancing terrifyingly.

The wisps of flesh and blood were continuously drawn from the dancing figures and flew towards the old locust tree.

However, the few demons hiding in the dark never showed up.

The only thing that shows up is the hunched back with a wrinkled face.

Kong Ning stood in the middle of the river and said slowly, "I guessed before that the beater in the city is a monster."

"It's a coincidence that every time I go out at night ~IndoMTL.com~ wherever I go, I can hear more drums."

"I didn't think about it, the original cranky thinking was actually right... huh..."

Standing alone under the cold moonlight on August 15th, facing the strange crowd on the riverbank, the evil ghosts, and the mysterious old locust tree, Kong Ning's expression was as usual.

Don't be afraid.

The tens of thousands of lanterns behind him flickered under the night sky at the same time, illuminating the dark river surface as bright as day.

Standing hundreds of feet away, looking at the old woman under the locust tree from a distance, Kong Ning said.

"I'm here, won't you call out your subordinates to entertain me?"

Seeing this scene, the old woman laughed.

said: "I didn't expect that Ning'er, you really came to die... Hehe... I'm so happy to see you for my mother."