The ghost king said: These crows dare not return to the crockpot city under the main hall, which means that something must have appeared in the crockpot city, which makes the crows dare not enter. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I racked my brains and couldn't figure out what I had left in Crockpot City yesterday, and I didn't have much with me.

"This time it's a complete surprise, what should we do next?" I whispered to the Ghost King, the key to the problem now is not to dwell on what is in the Crockpot City. That doesn't matter anymore.

The ghost king pondered for a moment and said, "Don't move for the time being, wait for my next step."

I hummed and went back to my room. I don't care about anything else, but this black handprint on my feet and neck makes me feel like I'm on pins and needles. Many times the horrors that are on the surface are really experienced, and they feel nothing, but the most frightening and frightening thing is the unknown danger and weirdness.

If I knew who grabbed the handprints on my feet and neck, even if this person was very powerful, he would continue to take revenge on me. I might not have been so scared, but now I just can't figure out who caught it. I remember that when Su Zhen and I entered the crockpot city, we didn't see any living people.

After resting here for two days, the ghost king instructed the people not to show their heads, and after a few days, the ghost king asked me privately: Abu. The Book of the Seven Stars. Can you recall the content?

I was taken aback, and immediately smiled slightly, and then said: I really can't remember.

The ghost king snorted, but didn't say anything else. My brain entered a state of high-speed operation, like a precise machine gear snapping quickly, since I returned to the Ming Dynasty to change history, that is to say, the policewoman, Ge Yu, the uncle in the suit, the second master. None of them are dead at the moment, that is to say, I gave the Ghost King the Seven Star Demon Book and asked him to help me reverse the matter of time and space, and he himself did not know.

That's easy, I'm still sure I can't remember, it's fine.

Although the ghost king's face was a little lost, he quickly adjusted his mood, maybe he also knew that I still wouldn't give him the seven-star magic book. Trust is hard to build, but if it does. Then any problem can be solved.

In the evening, I went back to my room and called Ge Yu before going to bed, asked about her body, and she said that everything was fine.

I put down my heart, and I put down the phone, and I fell asleep in a daze, as if I was walking on the small road at the entrance of our village, all the way to the south, and I don't know when there was a small dirt road in the wheat field to the south.

I don't remember it myself, it seems that when I was in elementary school, there used to be a dirt road, very small, very narrow, leading to the embankment, and we used to take this road when we went to school, and when I was plowing the land a few years ago, the young man who drove the tractor wanted to be lazy and save trouble, so he directly plowed that road. Later, we had no choice but to detour.

Now walking on this road again, I seem to have returned to my childhood, I was walking, and suddenly I heard a crisp bicycle bell, the sound is very familiar, the 28 girder bicycles in the eighties and nineties, the bells on the top are this sound. I looked back, and a pale-faced man, riding a 28-size bicycle, was chasing me behind with an angry face.

I didn't know this man, but after he caught up, he took off his shoes and hit me on the back. If you hit me again, I'll fight back!

But before I could fight back, I woke up when I opened my mouth to speak.

I sat up straight, gasped, and rubbed the beads of sweat on my face with both hands, it turned out to be a false alarm, but the dream was so real. Looking out the window, it was already six or seven o'clock in the morning, and it was time to get up and exercise.

Just after I went to the bathroom with my bare back to wash up, when I came out of the bathroom, I just turned to one side, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the shoe prints on my back, my eyes widened, and I quickly took a closer look, and found that there were three more black shoe prints on my back!

What's even more incomprehensible is that this shoe print is still the old-fashioned liberation shoes from before, and in this era, no one has worn them for a long time.

I was stunned in the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror, thinking: Since I broke the corpse egg, strange things have come one after another, could it be that all the problems are hidden in the corpse egg?

After getting dressed, I hurried out and ran to the ghost king's room, and told the ghost king all these things, and the ghost king said to me: In this way, when you sleep tonight, go and break a willow branch and tie it to yourself, it doesn't matter where you tie it to you, anyway, just stick to your body.

At night, I broke a willow branch, a very short one, and tied it to my wrist, almost in the shape of a bracelet, and after falling asleep, I don't know how long I slept, I found myself walking on the embankment outside the village.

At the bottom of the embankment, there were some women who would wash their clothes here, and I was looking down with my head out, when suddenly there was a rush of running behind me, and when I looked back, I saw a woman with a mallet running towards me.

The problem is, this woman, I have never seen at all, and I don't know her.

She came to my side, raised the mallet and smashed it at me, the mallet is wooden, most of the time it is used by women to wash clothes, pound clothes, this thing hits people's bodies, it hurts, I hide and shout: Who are you! Why are you hitting me? We don't know each other!

I said and retreated, but the woman did not give up, and kept chasing and beating me, until I was angry, snatched the mallet from her hand with my backhand, and threw it far away, and then I opened my eyes and woke up.

I saw that the willow branches on my wrist were still there, but there were a few more black marks on my arms, and the appearance of the black marks was like smashing them with a mallet.

I told the ghost king about this, and when the ghost king heard this, he asked me the first sentence: Is the willow branch still on you? He crossed the name.

"In! It was always tied to my wrist. As I spoke, I raised my wrist to show the Ghost King, the willow branch was no longer fresh enough, and the color was a little dull and dry, but it was still tied to my wrist, and it was very tightly tied.

The ghost king's face changed suddenly, and after a moment of silence, he asked me: Are you sure that when you went to bed at night, the willow branch never fell?

I was stunned, and after a moment of silence, I said: It has never fallen, and if the willow branch tied to the wrist falls, how can it be tied to the wrist again, so it must not have fallen.

The ghost king patted the back of his hand and said, "This should be the corpse egg you broke and is going to do something to you."

"What do you mean by that?" I turned my head sideways and asked the Ghost King.

The ghost king said: I asked you to bring willow branches, which is used to prevent ghosts, you said that someone beat you in a dream, and there are black marks where others have beaten you, in this case, it is generally a nightmare, commonly known as a ghost press, but this ghost press is more powerful, can directly cause harm to people, but you still encounter this kind of thing when you take willow branches, it means that this is not a ghost press.

"Not a ghost press? What else would that be? ”

The ghost king sighed and said, "What it is, it depends on tonight." When you go to bed tonight, grab an egg in your hand and just hold on.

Although I don't know what the ghost king said, I did it, because this time I broke the corpse egg, I feel that things are slowly becoming wrong, I don't know if this will be the group of monks in Hongshan Temple deliberately to take revenge on me, this is definitely not a good thing for me anyway.

In the evening, I was dazed and found myself walking on a long bridge again, and I was quite puzzled when I looked at this bridge, because I came out of the entrance of our village, walked the path, and went up the embankment, and after crossing the embankment, there was this bridge, as if I had walked a distance forward every day for three nights, and I arrived at this bridge tonight.

I was walking on the bridge, suddenly heard a messy footsteps behind me, looked back, a group of middle-aged people I didn't know, expressionless rushed towards me, in front of me, without saying a word, kicked me over, a group of people hit me.

And in this group of people, I saw a person who didn't dare to think about it at all......