A murky river that runs through the mountains, at a bend, forms a backwater with a gentle flow rate. An old fisherman, carrying a net, walked on the bank of the river, followed by a puppy, and the fish basket was filled with a lot www.biquge.info of fish and shrimp.

Today's harvest was passable, and after casting this last net, he decided to call it a day. The old fisherman tried his best to pull to the shore, but in the end he couldn't pull it anymore, so he stopped and gasped, but the things in the net were motionless, and with decades of experience, he knew that what he caught in the net was not a fish, or even a living thing. After resting for a while, he then pulled to the shore, and when the contents of the net finally came out of the water, he sat on the ground in fright, and sighed that there was a corpse in the net.

This corpse was dressed in an unknown animal skin, with no signs of decay, and the flesh was still very elastic to the touch, like a living person. The old fisherman, who had lived for dozens of years, was so frightened that his face was colorless, and he ran into evil spirits! Even the little dog, with his tail between his legs, did not dare to bark and ran away.

After getting the body out of the net, the old fisherman stumbled back to the village. After thinking about it, he still took out the incense candle paper money, called his son, resisted the hoe, and came to the river.

After the pit was dug, it was already night, and a few stars hung high in the night sky. The old fisherman's son dragged the corpse into the pit with great difficulty, and the corpse did not look burly, how could it be heavier than the wild boar on the mountain!

The old fisherman lit incense and candles by the pit, incinerated the paper money, and trembled in his mouth: "Dust to dust, soil to earth, good to come, easy to go, heaven spirit, earth spirit, go to the underworld to ---" After the sacrifice, dig the soil and fill the pit. When the earth had just buried the corpse, something happened that made the old fisherman's two masters stand on end, and the corpse actually stretched out a hand and swept the dirt on his body to both sides, blowing up the corpse! The old fisherman's son screamed in surprise, picked up his father, and rushed back to the village at a speed that he had never done before.

Tonight's Shituoao is full of tension and panic. Dozens of houses, the doors are closed, but the lights are on, and every adult, holding a knife, fork and stick, nervously listens to the movement outside. Uncle Qiu, who was fishing, found a corpse in the net today, and when he was buried, he blew up the corpse! Such a thing has appeared in legends, but as a result, the zombies have passed by, and the chickens and dogs have not been left. Sure enough, by the river, there was a chilling howl from time to time, and none of the dogs in the village dared to bark, and all of them hid in their dens and did not come out.

Who am I? How did I come here? Where is this? In the pit, Zhang Qi slowly sat up, indescribably tired, more dazed. Toad Palace, Yuehua, Jinguang, this is his last memory, the rest, faintly, like a layer of diaphragm, can't remember. The more he thought about it, the more his head hurt, but Zhang Qi endured the pain and continued to recall, when suddenly a thunder sounded in his head, he couldn't help it anymore, holding his head and screaming at the sky.

After the pain, Zhang Qi struggled to climb out of the pit, came to the river, and took a few handfuls of water to wash the dirt off his body. The cold water of the river made him sober up a lot, and he looked around under the starlight, a very strange environment, and he was sure that he had never been here, so the question came back to him, who am I? Where do I come from? Thinking about it, his head ached violently, and at last he rolled on the ground with his head in his hands and screaming.

The villagers of Shituoao were tortured all night, and when the first rays of sunlight shone in the village in the sound of roosters, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief. The doors were opened one after another, and it was supposed to be a new day's work time, but everyone didn't have that mind, and their hearts were not steady! They all gathered at Uncle Qiu's house to inquire about the situation of the zombie, discuss solutions, and finally decided to go to the river first to see if the zombie was still there.

Dozens of people held knives, forks, bows and arrows, emboldened each other, and walked cautiously towards the river. For this reason, he also specially killed a big black dog, with several jars of black dog blood, if you encounter a zombie, splash it, according to those mages who exorcise evil spirits and eliminate ghosts, the ghost of the underworld is worshipped, and the most afraid of black dog blood.

Zhang Qi stood silently by the river, having to accept the reality that he had lost his memory, and he couldn't even remember his name. Just when I was sad in my heart, there was a noisy voice in the distance, and when I turned around, I saw that a large group of people, holding weapons, were menacing and timid, what did they want to do?

Seeing Zhang Qi standing by the river, the leader of the old man Qiu suddenly stopped, pointed at Zhang Qi, and said tremblingly: "He, it's him, it's still there!" When the villagers heard this, they were all nervous, and the hunters in the village drew their bows and arrows, aimed at Zhang Qi, and the others scattered and slowly surrounded them.

"What do you want to do?" Zhang Qi couldn't help but raise his vigilance and asked sharply. This question made the villagers look at each other, zombies who can speak human language? How is it possible! A few people who took the blood of the black dog discussed a few words in a low voice, hurriedly stepped forward, and threw the jar at Zhang Qi. Zhang Qi flashed a few jars and punched the last jar, he felt that these people had bad intentions and wanted to show their hands to deter each other.

The jar shattered, and the black dog blood inside spilled all over its body. Zhang was startled, thinking it was some kind of venom, but except for a little fishy smell, there was no discomfort at all. The black dog's blood was poured on the man, but what he expected did not happen, and everyone was stunned. Zhang Qi was furious, and shouted: "You gang of thieves, look for death!" and then Sen Ran walked towards those people, and the anger that erupted from his body made the villagers turn around and flee.

Zhang Qi chased after those people, and after a while, he saw a village. The chickens and dogs in the village jumped for a while, and the adults of the village rushed to the entrance of the village with weapons again, staring at him nervously and resolutely. These people are villagers, after they have lost their memory, what misunderstanding may they cause, Zhang Qi thought to himself, the most important thing now is to recover his memory, or not to conflict with them, Zhang Qi turned around and walked towards the river.

The changes in the Xuan Hades Temple still gradually spread out, and the cultivation realm shook. The small Taoist temple above the sea of clouds, the Taoist with a childish face, looking up at the heavenly statue, his face showing sadness, whether the emperor star is hidden or killed, can it really only be delayed, can not be avoided?

The holy mountain on the prairie, a lonely peak, a pavilion and a bell, there is a thin old monk on the stone steps outside the pavilion, silently sweeping the snow. Suddenly, the bell did not ring on its own, like a mournful sound, and spread throughout the Garan Temple. Several figures flew out of each peak and landed on the stone steps outside the pavilion, their faces showing panic and puzzlement. The thin old monk, the ancient well is not wavering, still slowly sweeping the snow, seeing that those monks do not leave, he has no choice but to stop, sigh and speak: "Everything has a way, such as a dream bubble, such as dew and electricity, should be viewed as such." You hear but don't look, you look but don't understand, you don't understand. All the eminent monks were like Daigo empowerment, and they left one after another.

The capital of Dayu is in Beijing, a magnificent palace, and a grand banquet is being held. The Seven Princes completed their experience and had good morality and bravery, especially in quelling the Ganzhou Rebellion and resisting foreign invasions, and made miraculous achievements, and were officially crowned as princes and could participate in court politics.

The banquet was very lively, Xia Ye talked and laughed vigorously, and the spring breeze was proud. The fifteenth imperial sister, who was coquettish with her mother, suddenly thought of something in boredom, and asked in a coquettish voice: "Seventh brother, didn't you say that within three years, you will find a murderer to take care of me? It's been almost three years, what about people?" Xia Ye was suffocated, and his heart ached faintly, "He, will come." After speaking, he drank a large glass of wine, and his mouth was bitter.