In winter, the northwest wind is mostly blowing, and the westward journey is considered to be against the wind, and it took two hours to reach the destination of the three of them.

Jihari is an abandoned city in the desert, most of the buildings in the city have collapsed due to the invasion of wind and sand, and the rammed earth walls are also riddled with holes and mottled walls.

It was early in the morning, but there was no sun in the sky, because it was windy and snowing, and the snow was not heavy and the wind was not fast, but the temperature was very low and unusually cold.

The wind and snow obstructed the sight of the three of them, and they found nothing in the air, so the three of them landed in the city, the fat man and Zhuge Chanjuan looked for a place to stay, and the south wind went back and forth to find the legendary mysterious dartman.

After searching everywhere and finding nothing, Nanfeng returned to the earthen tower building in the middle of the abandoned city, this three-story earthen tower was supposed to be the residence of the nobles in the city, although it was dilapidated but still intact at this time, it was one of the few places in the city that could shelter from the wind.

When they returned, they were chopping wood, but in fact they were not chopping wood, because there was no firewood to chop here, and there were some dilapidated furniture in the earthen tower, and the two were dismantling the cabinet and kicking the boxes.

"Didn't find it?" asked the fat man.

Nanfeng nodded, "Doesn't look like it's here." ”

The fat man said, "Didn't you say that caravans pass by here only in summer? ”

Nanfeng didn't answer, because the fat man's question was also his question.

"Look for it again, delay so much work, don't run in vain. The fat man said again.

"I have searched with aura, and there is no living creature in the city. Nanfeng raised his hand and ignited the firewood that the two had piled up.

The bonfire was lit, and the south wind went out and called the eighth master and Lao Bai in.

Seeing that the eighth master tilted his head and looked at the door after entering the door, Nanfeng asked the fat man, "What's upstairs?"

"I don't know, I haven't had time to go up yet. The fat man said casually.

Nanfeng didn't ask again, walked to the corner of the wall and walked down the steps to the second floor, the reason why this city was deserted was probably because of the war, there were still a lot of living utensils left on the second floor, and some wooden utensils were still inserted with arrows of stray arrows.

A thick layer of dust had accumulated on the ground, and there was a series of faint footprints on the ground leading from the second floor to the third floor, and the footprints had not returned, and there was no need to ask, this was someone who had gone up but not down, at least not from the stairs.

I went up the stairs to the third floor, and immediately verified my guess, there was someone on the third floor.

There was only one east window on the third floor, and the window paper had long since fallen off, but the window was still there, and a thin man stood in front of the window, facing east.

Before seeing this person, Nanfeng was sure that this person was a dead person, because before that, he had extended his aura to sense the nearby breath and make sure that there were no living creatures in the city.

However, after seeing this person, Nanfeng began to suspect that this person was not dead, because it was impossible for a dead person to stand so straight, and it was impossible for a three-foot long sword to be held tightly in his hand, the most important thing was that it was impossible for a dead person to have aura cultivation.

But suspicion is only suspicion, this person is really a dead man, standing stiff, not breathing, his shabby clothes are covered with thick sand, judging by the clothes and body shape and the weapons used, this person is undoubtedly the mysterious dart man that those warriors call it.

The most accurate way to determine whether a person is really dead is to see if his soul is out of the body, and just as the south wind extended his aura and was about to perceive it carefully, the man standing in front of the window suddenly turned his head.

As soon as this person turned his head, Nanfeng frowned suddenly, not that he didn't expect this person to suddenly move, but that this person's eyes turned out to be black, and his two eyes were the size of copper bells.

After stabilizing his mind and looking carefully, he found that the two round things were not the eyes of this person, but two black spars, and this person's eyes were hidden behind these two blindfolds made of black spars, and the crystals were reflective, making it difficult to see in detail.

Not only were the eyes hidden behind the black hedrons, but the person's face was also wrapped in a thick linen cloth, completely covering his facial features.

Nanfeng looked at the emaciated man, and the emaciated man looked at him.

The south wind did not speak, and neither did the emaciated man.

"Hey, what's up there?" shouted the fat man below.

The south wind did not answer.

There was no answer, and the fat man shouted from below, but the south wind still did not answer.

The fat man noticed something was wrong, and ran up from below, startled by the emaciated man's hedron blindfold, "What is this?"

As the fat man spoke, the emaciated man shifted his gaze from Nanfeng to his.

"Let's find it so hard," the fat man leaned over curiously, "so you're hiding here." ”

The emaciated man tilted his head to look at the fat man and did not answer.

"May I ask my brother's name?" the fat man looked at the dark crystal blindfold on the emaciated man's eyes.

The emaciated man did not answer, but raised his hand and took out a wooden sign from his bosom and handed it to the fat man.

The fat man reached out and took it, looked at it a few times, and handed it to Nanfeng with his backhand.

Nanfeng took it and read it, and there were two columns of handwriting engraved on the wooden plaque, 'Lead Lulekad, five hundred dollars for labor.' ’

When Nanfeng looked at the wooden sign, the fat man said to the emaciated man, "We are not merchants, we came here to look for you this time, can you speak?"

The emaciated man didn't answer, didn't move, just stood there blankly.

"What's going on?" the fat man looked back at the south wind.

"He is not a living man. Nanfeng handed the wooden card to the emaciated man, who reached out and took it into his arms.

As the emaciated man took the wooden card, Nanfeng took the opportunity to observe his right hand, whose palm was also wrapped in tattered linen, and even his nails were not exposed.

"Who the hell are you?" the fat man wondered, reaching out and grabbing the emaciated man's blindfold.

As soon as the fat man made a move, the emaciated man also moved, raised his right hand, and held the fat man's arm.

Although this man prevented the fat man from taking his blindfold, he did not fight back. Seeing him like this, the fat man did not continue to try, but withdrew his hand and turned his head to look at the south wind.

The situation of this emaciated man is strange and special, it has never been seen before, Nanfeng has doubts in his heart, so he extends his aura to fix it, and at the same time, the aura invades inward, perceiving and discerning.

After a while, Nanfeng frowned and lowered his hand, "His flesh and blood have dried up, and there are no three souls in his body, only seven spirits remaining." ”

"The three souls are gone, and the bodyguards can still walk on their feet?" the fat man asked.

"It stands to reason that it can't, the Three Souls Lord Divine Sense, the Seven Spirits Lord Instinct, the human body can survive without the Three Souls, but it's only the instinct left," Nanfeng said here, and his words changed. However, there are exceptions to everything, if a person has been repeating the same thing before his death, and his wish has not been fulfilled after death, it is the three souls that have left the body, and the seven spirits may still support him to continue to do it, but there are two prerequisites for this situation, one is that the thing he does is very important to him, and the other is that he has done the same thing countless times, and he has been familiar to the point that he can no longer be familiar. ”

"This person walked here before he was born?" said Zhuge Chanjuan from under the steps.

"It's possible. As Nanfeng spoke, he exerted his aura to remove the burlap on the emaciated man's right hand, revealing a dry palm.

After the emaciated man was fixed by the south wind, he did not struggle to resist, even if his right hand was exposed, there was no change, which shows that this person wrapped his body just to frighten others, but not afraid of the sun.

After observing, Nanfeng withdrew his aura and set the emaciated man free, the emaciated man raised his right hand to look at it, turned around and walked to the west area, there was a bed in the west area of the third floor, and some worn clothes were piled up on the bed, and the emaciated man walked to the bed, took a rag, tore it open, and wrapped his right hand.

As the emaciated man wrapped his right hand, Nanfeng took the opportunity to look at the western area, where in addition to a mud bed, there were also some wood piles piled up, and the ground was full of wood chips, and on the mud bed were some wooden plaques with handwriting on them.

After wrapping his right hand, the emaciated man walked to the window again and stood still.

Nanfeng and Zhuge Chanjuan walked to the side of the bed and looked at the things on the bed, this mud bed was not where the emaciated man was lying, it was just used to place sundries, and the worn-out clothes on the bed were no longer worn, so they must have been picked up.

Looking at those wooden cards again, there are two kinds, one is the kind that was shown before, and the other is a wooden card that asks the eastbound caravan to carry silver taels to a certain household in Luoyang, Middle Earth.

"If a person dies, the three souls and seven spirits will leave the body together, why isn't he?" asked Zhuge Chanjuan.

Nanfeng thought for a while and said, "There are two possibilities, both of which are artificially caused, one is that the Taoist method separates the souls, detains the three souls, and seals the seven spirits in the body. There is also a possibility that after death, when Yin Cha detained the soul, there was a bad pool, and only three souls were taken away, but not seven spirits. ”

"What kind of situation do you think he is?" asked Zhuge Chanjuan.

Nanfeng pointed to the thin man's black blindfold, "There is no black crystal in the world, this thing is not affected by the aura of the five elements, it should be something from the underworld, if nothing else, his current appearance should be related to the underworld, as for the details, it is unknown." ”

After Zhuge Chanjuan nodded, she asked again, "What kind of cultivation does this person have?"

"Light blue cave Xuan. Nanfeng said.

"Since his flesh and blood have dried up, he must not be able to practice qi, and he doesn't drink or eat, where does he get the strength to move around, and where does the aura bodyguard use force?" asked Zhuge Chanjuan again.

"I don't know. Nanfeng shook his head, everything in the world is composed of breath, ordinary people supplement their breath through diet, and they can eat and drink after practicing qi, but no matter what the situation is, it is a supplement to their own breath, this person does not eat or drink, and he cannot practice qi, and walking and using force need to consume his own breath, and there is no entry or exit, which is contrary to common sense.

"How does he know who is the robber and who is the merchant?" the fat man observed the emaciated man up close, almost touching his face, but the emaciated man remained motionless.

"It may be instinctive, it may be due to years of experience, it may be able to make simple judgments, and although he cannot speak, he can hear and see. Nanfeng said.

"I can't even tell the difference between silver and sand, what else can I judge?" the fat man reached out to poke the emaciated man's black blindfold, and half a foot away from the blindfold, the emaciated man raised his hand again to push him away.

"Where did this person come from?" Zhuge Chanjuan looked around, trying to find clues.

Nanfeng picked up a wooden plaque engraved with handwriting, "He can't understand now, and he can't ask anything, you stay here, I'll go to Luoyang to see if I can find the family recorded on the wooden plaque......"