The night guard did not wait for what he thought was going to happen, but a beggar in the city, who was rummaging through the ditches left behind by the previous battle, saw two strange men in the night. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The deep ditches have been filled in a lot in the past month and a half, and they are no longer so shocking.

The military did the work of the ditch filling workshop, and they deliberately evacuated the crowd and isolated them when they did the landfill work, as if it was a very confidential work.

No one knows what the material used to fill the ditch is other than earth and stone.

But Mo Xie knows.

Because to be precise, the first landfill was thrown down by him.

The corpse of the fat monk.

"It is said that ten years of cultivation can be crossed by the same boat, and a hundred years of cultivation can be slept together, before you are alive, you calculate it, it calculates you, but after death, you don't want to be buried together. Hawkers, how can I say it, big centipede, thank you for changing sex before you died, and the fat monk, I will use your robe and Zen staff well, rest in peace. ”

The body of the fat monk was thrown by Mo Ye, and the body of Pudu Cihang was thrown in by the military later, after all, the size of the big centipede is too large, and it is the only place outside the city that can easily bury it.

Mo Ye stood on the edge of the ditch, perhaps because the killer would have a little guilt in his heart, or perhaps driven by the mood that serial killers like to return to the scene of the crime to analyze their work, he entered the city and waited until the curfew and no one was on the road.

"Whoa. ”

He spilled wine into the ditch, perhaps considering that the two dead ghosts lying in the ditch were not ordinary 'strong', and he went into a jar of wine.

"What a good wine, what a waste. ”

Mo Xie didn't take the initiative to call Yan Chixia when he came, Yan Chixia followed by herself.

"Just once. ”

Mo Xie replied.

"By the way, when are you going to go to Brother Ning?"

Mo Ye casually threw down the wine jar, and the corners of Yan Chixia's eyes twitched at this scene.

Why did you know that you were going to throw the wine jar down, and you still pretended to sprinkle it for Mao?

"Tomorrow. ”

Yan Chixia replied.

"When I went, I helped bring this to Brother Ning, I was still a little afraid, so I won't go with me. ”

Mo Xie handed a letter into Yan Chixia's hand, then turned around and disappeared into the night.

"Outside the imperial city, in the western suburbs, there are surprises. ”

Yan Chixia put away the letter, he shouted at Mo Ye's back, and then turned around and left regardless of whether the other party received it or not.

Two people, in different directions.

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In the western suburbs of the imperial city, behind the dignitaries and nobles, the people who were prominent when they were alive expected to bring wealth to the underworld, and the luxurious tombs were better than the next.

But tonight they will regret why they have built the tomb so luxuriously, because ......

"The yin qi is really heavy. ”

Carrying a freshly made wooden stake and holding a gossip mirror, Mo Ye knocked out all the guards guarding the cemetery and walked into the cemetery with unhurried and unhurried steps.

From the tomb of the founding hero to the tomb of a high-ranking official who was buried only a few days ago, the graves here are completely invisible.

There are many graves and they are located in the west, but there is no zombie generation here—a lot of money is spent, and professionals are hired to spend it, and then the corpses are not to be said.

If there are no zombies, then you can't brush points, and if you can't brush points, then Mo Xie shouldn't come.

But he came, and he also brought professional zombie-killing props.

What does he want to do?

Or what was he going to do?

I saw Mo Ye casually insert the wooden stake into the ground, and then a jade bottle appeared in his hand.

"Big centipede, I just invited you to have a drink, so it shouldn't be too much for you to contribute now, right?"

Unplug the jade bottle, and the bottle is a black, red, viscous liquid.

This was the blood of Pudu Cihang, which Mo Xie specially collected after the dust settled in that battle.

Those old Taoist priests said that the essence blood of the big demon has a fatal attraction to the weak ghosts and monsters, and it is not too much to describe them as 'mosquitoes that smell blood'.

Mo Ye actually wanted to use this trick for a long time, but Zhiqiu Yiye has always been on the side, and this kind of trick that obviously has the meaning of 'hurting the heavens and harmony' Zhiqiu Yiye has clearly expressed his opposition.

Law enforcement is OK, but fishing law enforcement is not.

This is the logic of knowing autumn and leaves.

But isn't he gone now?

It's time for a fishing shot.

Mo Xie placed the bottle in front of a slightly dilapidated tomb, and then found a hidden place to hide, in the past three days, Yan Chixia has translated the "Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao" part of the "Dao Xuan Zhen Solution" to seventy-seven eighty-eight, Mo Ye has also been regarded as a beginner with a 'sense of qi', although in terms of strength, there has not been much improvement, but at this moment he hid in the dark, and the breath of his whole body converged more tightly than ever before. Whether it was the internal qi in his body or the breath that belonged to the living, he suppressed it to a terrifying degree.

It was as if he had turned into a stone, and if someone hadn't looked at him deliberately, they would have completely ignored his existence.

Since ancient times, places with heavy yin qi have been prone to breeding ghosts, even if it does not breed itself, some lonely souls and wild ghosts will wander over, and soon, a wandering spirit will appear in Mo Ye's sight.

The spirit resembled a bearded man, with dull eyes, a mantle, and a cloak on it.

Mo Xie didn't see where it came from, maybe it came from underground, maybe it came from behind a tombstone, and it didn't show its form until it came to the edge of the jade bottle.

Mo Xicai's cultivation method is only three days, and he can already be said to be extremely talented with a little sense of qi, and he should be thankful, after all, he does not have the guidance of a famous teacher, and a copy of the Taoist method is also a stumbling version of the translation. Now he hasn't been able to see the eyes of the ghost directly.

As soon as the ghost appeared, it pounced on the jade bottle, but it failed to make it.

It wasn't that it passed through the jade bottle in its ghost state, or that it lost its head and pounced, but that it rushed out from the side with a stronger ghost and kicked it away with a horizontal kick.

The new creature was also cloaked, but it was dressed in a much neater costume than the previous one.

At least, it's shoeed.

The new ghost creature was not in a hurry to take the jade bottle for itself after kicking away the previous ghost, it seemed to have some wisdom, and it seemed to have some concerns, so it actually stood by the edge of the jade bottle, as if waiting for something.