Since ancient times, all kinds of warlocks have known some evil spells, Nanyang has a head-lowering technique, and Xiangxi has a corpse chaser, all of which are mysterious and strange, and it is incredible. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

You Chi was met by Wang Bajian halfway, we have also been to his house, it is indeed poor, he may really agree to be our guide for money, and accompany us to Yanze. But the Kushi came out halfway and entered the team on his own, we only know that he is a camel merchant, and we don't know anything else, if it is really as I guessed, he is secretly making trouble, then what is his purpose?

A chill crept from the soles of my feet to the back of my neck, and there was an unfathomable depth in a space that made the traitors like a big poisonous caterpillar on a pot of scarce plants, and wanted to water the flowers, but they were always afraid that it would hurt them, so they were uneasy. The key is this poisonous insect, the old ancestor and the little Taoist priest have not planned to get rid of it so quickly, and if he wants to make it bad for us again, then it will be necessary?

I always glanced at the kushi, but this person was an old fritter, fried to a golden crisp, and it was hard to deal with.

The old ancestor said that the danger has passed, and he has come to watch over us, and we can replenish our sleep before dawn. Just as I was thinking this, I found that the little Taoist priest was wrapped in a cloth pillow, and Wang Bajian had fallen asleep with his hands folded on his chest. I was amazed, these people have the strength to sleep in seconds, my nerves are not as big as theirs, I think that now there is an ancestor guarding, it is really not good to squint, otherwise it is really not good to mix in this sea of sand, this thought, I lay on the ground, turned sideways, but found that the ancestor had already closed his eyes and fell asleep!

I was stunned for a moment, and said okay, what about the vigil? How heartless is this? I wanted to cry without tears, and I was the only one in the team who was still awake!

I sighed and looked at my sleeping companion, who was finally as weak as me and reduced to the one on duty. I shook my head, sat up, and saw that the Treasurer was staring at me, and when he saw me looking at him, he smiled strangely, and lay down as well.

Since in the faint firelight, after seeing his eyes, I have a pimple in my heart, I am afraid that the fire of a brazier can not guarantee the light, I began to search the lighter on the body, and when I was searching, I remembered that the tool on my body was a little fire, and I was scared just now, and I forgot it!

I found a small open wooden door in the staircase, presumably opened by the curator and forgot to close it. There was a lot of hay and firewood stored in it, and it was not used much. This tower of silence is in the center of the desert, there is no water in all directions, there is not even camel grass, and it is necessary to have so much wood to prepare, but looking at these wooden marks that have been cut by the axe, it seems that it has not been placed for a long time. Judging from the degree of desolation of this place, it does not correspond to the time when the wood was stored, so is there anyone still living here?

I shuddered at what I thought to myself, and I had to comfort myself again: "Probably not, if someone wants to live here, then they will have to starve to death and die of thirst......

I gently moved the other two braziers to the middle position, and the darkness was uncomforting. The strange thing is that after I set the hay on fire, the wood underneath couldn't burn at all, and I wanted to try some hay again, but I found some black and gray scraps on the ground, like some paper money burned on the Midyear Festival. I was startled, and when I squatted down and looked closely, it was indeed paper powder, not hay......

Thinking of the sudden fire that appeared after those half-floating shadows were dispelled, like a piece of paper burning, my heart was stabbed violently, and goosebumps rose all over my body.

Could it be that this is the ancient folk tradition of "inviting little ghosts"? Use pieces of paper to cast a kind of extremely yin evil art, and then the person who is cast will be stored in the demon array? I suddenly felt an atmosphere in my heart, and scolded angrily: "****! If there are still clues, and I don't know that the big guy has been secretly trapped, no wonder people like little Taoist priests who can judge the degree of danger by their evil spirits can only feel strange intentions from them, and we are facing paper people, dealing with a few pieces of paper that have been cast evil, where can we feel the real evil spirit?"

It's just that if the thing is as previously speculated that the library master did it, it will be even more weird, such evil arts like the paper man are spread in the Central Plains, and only some evil warlocks will do it, although this library master looks weird, but no matter how you look at it, it is a face in the Western Regions, with a high nose and a bit of a silver-gray beard......

I thought about it, and when I was about to get close to the truth, I was distracted by a fog, and this fog was the purpose of the Library. I was thinking about it when I saw a figure sitting silently at the very edge of the line, as if John Kramer (the murderer) in "Chainsaw" was getting up.

Faced with such a situation, I was reflexively startled, and the whole person sat back. The Kushi walked slowly, his steps were so light that it was hard to imagine that he was a human being and not a ghost. His face was whiter than the average person, a little weirdly white, and he lived in a place with plenty of sunshine and very little rainfall, and he shouldn't have such white and cold skin. He walked up to me with a sharp knife in his hand, my throat was dry, my voice trembled, and he said, "You...... What are you going to do?"

The kushi stared at me, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, he looked at the brazier, and then stretched out his hand, my nerves were tense, thinking that he was going to cause harm, and screamed indiscriminately, the kushi's eyes were unfathomable, and he smiled: "Are you afraid of me?"

My heart tightened for a moment, and when I opened my eyes, he held a piece of firewood in his hand, and seeing that my expression was stiff, he changed the subject, and said, "This firewood must be peeled off before it can be ......lit by fire."

My body stiffened like a stone, and I reacted, thinking that my performance just now was too uncalm, the old ancestor and the little Taoist priest didn't make things clear, but I was too sensitive to it, so I showed my feet. But obviously, the Kushi already sensed that we were suspicious of him, so he asked so directly, wanting to test me. I think he is so thick-skinned that he can lie every time, so he stabilized his panicked mind, got up and patted the thin ash on his buttocks, and pretended to complain easily: "You said that you got up silently, I was just frightened by those ethereal things, and my head is not good ......" Then he looked at the knife in his hand and said, "And you are still holding a sharp knife......"

Hearing this, the kushi looked at the knife in his hand, smiled again, peeled the firewood, put it into the brazier one by one, and said: "Little brother, you don't need to be nervous, I don't know you, and there is no reason to harm you, besides, after this desert, we will go our separate ways......

When I heard him say this, I thought to myself, "What a treasurer, he actually grasped the most difficult problem in my heart and turned me into an army." I'm afraid that it's too wrong, so I don't dare to talk to him more at the moment, so I have to think to myself: "If that evil thing is really as I speculated, he invited it, then this person's strength is really not to be underestimated, I'm afraid that the little Taoist priest and the old ancestor also saw the clues, and they have scruples about this guy, so they will plan and want to see what else he is capable of." ”

Sooner or later, the fox's tail will be pulled, and now if it is not pulled, it is just that the time has not yet come. I bit my lip, and finally I couldn't pierce the paper, full of doubts. (To be continued.) )