He searched for the best house and went in to search, but the Rongzhuang people left in a hurry, and did not take many things with them, except for money and valuables, including livestock.

Zhao Ran picked out two women's clothes, went to the stove to boil the water, and then touched the two chickens in the chicken coop with a candle in his hand, and then sat down at the table and took out the half of the iron order, thanks to his heart, sewn the iron order into the skin of Ru Niang, otherwise he rolled down the mountain just now, and the ghost knows where the order would be lost.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Zhao Ran felt that the lines on the half of the order were clearer, but he studied for a long time and still didn't find any way, he threw the iron order in the basin ready to be cleaned, only to see that the half of the order was drowning but not sinking, leisurely swimming, floating in the basin.

Zhao Ran reached out and picked up the iron order, wiped it with a cloth and then put the lines on it on his arm, just like last time, a burst of green smoke, the flesh and blood melted, and Zhao Ran's skin and bones were detached. He took off the skin on his body with ease, and then put on Ru Niang's skin, but in the end, the woman was petite, and some parts were a little tight, which made Zhao Ran very hard, and he was worried not to break Ru Niang's skin, and when he put on the skin, he found that some places were too big.

- For example, the chest.

Zhaoran was dizzy with hunger, and walked towards the stove room with his hand on the wall, thinking that he was not so casual at the beginning, it was really easy to go from simple to luxurious, and difficult to enter from luxury to simple.

The farmer's chicken is to provide a place for the chicken to lay eggs and sleep, and the chicken is looking for insect food everywhere outside on weekdays, although the chicken is not fat, but the meat is delicious, so although the local chicken is not completely cooked, it is already full of aroma in the house.

Zhaoran endured the golden flowers in his eyes, waited for the chicken to cook, and then forked the chicken out of the pot with chopsticks, and ate the sauce and sesame oil in the stove room.

The two chickens went down, and the whole person seemed to have a little spirit, took a photo of the basin, and sure enough, the flesh and blood under the skin were plump, and he did not have the sarcoma of his mother, so his forehead was not protruding, but the complexion there was slightly blue.

Zhaoran picked up the scissors and cut his bangs indiscriminately, covering the blue and black, and then shone on the water, and the candle was shining on the water, and the three-point posture was also illuminated into ten, so Zhaoran was quite satisfied, thinking of Ru Niang, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Runiang's facial features are actually mediocre, but she is better than her fair complexion, slender posture, and if there is no sarcoma on her forehead, she can actually be regarded as jasper next door.

Zhaoran looked down, and couldn't help but feel a little sad, the meat in the place next to him was growing, but the breasts couldn't hold up.

He thought about it, then picked up the candle and ran to the chicken pen again, the chicken in the chicken pen that night was unlucky, and was eaten by Zhaoran, but even if Zhaoran ate it, the two lumps on his chest still couldn't get up, he was a little discouraged, but he had to forget it.

After Zhao Ran ate it, he naturally remembered the well behind the three hoarding houses.

The python in the well was dispersed by the Buddha of Hyosung Mountain, but what was in the well, what was the python, and how did it come about? As soon as he thought about it, he scratched his heart and lungs, so he picked up two sticks of firewood from the back of the house, wrapped them in a cloth, sprinkled the lamp oil on them, made two torches, and headed for the back room.

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There is no trace of Rongjiazhuang at the moment, it is winter, there is no sound of insects calling frogs, the night is painted, and the surroundings are like sealed ink paintings, and there is a death-like silence.

The roof of the earthen tile house has collapsed, apparently caused by the python rushing out of the well, a lot of arrows have fallen on the ground, and there is a circle of Bai Sen's human bones scattered around, it seems that it belongs to the archers of these brocade guards, and it is clear that Wen Zhigeng can still run out like this, and it is indeed a wicked person who lives for a thousand years.

He stepped over the broken ruins, the well was open in the dim moonlight, revealing the dark hole upwards, and the lines on the cover of the manhole beside him looked a little like the half token, Zhaoran first threw a torch into the well with a rope, and then quickly fell to the ground, and after a while there was no movement in the well, and then Zhaoran looked into the well.

A cold breath came to his face, accompanied by a rancid smell, and he stuck the remaining torch on his waist and crawled into the cave by the light of the spark under the ground.

The depth of the hole is about ten meters deep, when Zhaoran stepped on the ground, he found that the ground was unusually solid, a bit like a stone, the place where he tentacled was wet and slippery, but it was not a little moss, he leaned down and picked up the torch on the ground, looked around, and found that there was another passage at the bottom of the well.

The crossing is long, slightly inclined upward, illuminated with a torch and does not see the source, it seems that the hole is deep, Zhaoran drilled in, the passage is only more than half a person high, it is necessary to bend forward, Zhaoran walked a while with his waist, suddenly his fingers touched the place and touched some strange lines, he lowered his head and took a fine look with a torch, and found that it was a painting carved on the stone wall, which was continuous from the passage, one after another.

The stone mural has rough and simple lines, but the narrative is clear and vivid, and the picture in front of me is a strange-shaped man receiving a command from an emperor.

Zhaoran touched the front from the first painting to look at, the first painting is the emperor sacrificing to the sky, the strange thing is that the clothes of the few people behind him are still decorated with crimson animal skins, Zhaoran pondered for a while and suddenly realized, this emperor is the king of Zhou, these animal skins are princes and important ministers, this picture is the king of Zhou with the important ministers on the building to worship the sky.

The second picture shows the banquet of the king of Zhou, on the right are all princes and ministers, and on the left are all strange people, one of whom even has a snake head, which is really terrifying.

In ancient times, it was rumored that the King of Zhou was ordered by the God King to cut down, and there were various immortals on the road to help, but Zhao Ran didn't think that these people had the spirit of immortals, he couldn't help but touch his chin with his hand, thinking that the rumors were not true?

The third picture is that this snake-headed man took over the order from the king of Zhou.

The fourth picture depicts the battle of the castle tower, a headless man standing on the top of the building, the sky is covered by black fog, there is a huge python hovering in the air, and the enemy army downstairs is full of bones.

The fifth was the serpent-headed man dressed in a military uniform, and a crimson animal skin was hung underneath.

The pattern is not clear after that, Ren Zhaoran wiped it with his hand and wiped it, but he still couldn't see what was painted behind it, as if someone had shoveled it off.

Zhao Ran couldn't help but feel a little regretful, thinking that this snake-headed man was mixed with the public wait, how could he never be famous, and finally filled in the well?

He walked a distance with his waist bent, turned his head again, and finally stopped in front of the second picture, he finally knew where the strange feeling in his heart came from, the position of King Zhou's left head was blank, according to the position of the prince on the right, there should also be a seat here, so where did the first person under King Zhou's left head go?

Zhao Ran touched the blank space, unlike the previous pattern, the chisel mark here was quite new, and the day when it should have been shoveled off was not long, he thought to himself who had shoveled out the first person on the left.

He was thinking about it, and suddenly seemed to hear the sound of the cave entrance, and couldn't help but quickly extinguish the torch in his hand, climbed to the entrance of the cave and looked around. 166 Reading Network