Twilight falls.

The ghost cave was bleak, and the night was like an invisible giant hand pressed here, making people a little breathless.

A dark, damp path zigzags through countless dilapidated houses and stops in front of a wooden house.

Plop, plop.

It was like the sound of a person's heartbeat, coming from inside the wooden house, echoing in this alley, and the autumn insects in the night were so frightened that they did not dare to make a sound.

Through the crack in the door of the wooden house, a dim oil lamp could be seen, flickering and flickering, struggling to illuminate a small piece of light.

On a long table under an oil lamp, a man lay on his back, already dead.

His chest had been cut open and was still steaming, but there was a hole in his chest and his heart had been gouged out.

Above the corpse, the light shone on the palm of a hand, the palm upward, the fingers bent into claws, the thin fingers like the roots of an old tree.

In the middle of the palm of his hand was a human heart, which had stopped beating, and the viscous blood was thin and fell into the chest below.

"Dead again?"

An old and hoarse voice said, and then with a flick of the big hand, the heart was casually thrown into the copper basin on the ground, mixed with six or seven other hearts.

The withered hand rested on the long table, and leaned forward, revealing the figure of an old man.

I don't know how old the old man is, his body is rickety, his head is about to be short to his chest, and the dense wrinkles, one deep and one shallow, like a knife carved out of his face, have turned into a cracked cooked cowhide.

The withered white head was scattered behind the old man's head, fluffy and messy, making him look lifeless, and if he lay on the long table, he would be no different from the dead man above.

The old man leaned into the dead man's chest, frowned and looked at it for a long time, then without saying a word, he picked up the oil lamp, turned and walked back.

The light shield moved around the room, shaking and shaking, as if the legs and feet of the person holding the lamp were long and short.

The mask suddenly stopped in front of another long table.

There was also a dead man lying on this long table, but the dead man's chest was intact, and his clothes were clean and tidy, without any traces of blood.

The oil lamp moved slowly, stopping at the dead man's face:

The weak crown is old, and his face is sallow, but he no longer has the vitality that a teenager should have, and he can't find anything except his pale face.

The old man looked at him for a long time, and then let out a long sigh.

"This one is dead, too." A voice suddenly came from above.

"It's up to you to say that!" The old man burst into a shout, as if he had shouted out the fire that had been squeezing in his heart for a long time, and he was so shocked that the oil lamp flickered on and off.

"I didn't expect that there are still people in this world who can't be saved by Doctor Lu." The voice from the roof continued.

"It's not that it can't be saved, it's that it's dead, how many times have I told you?!" The old man was furious.

"If you're still alive, what's going on with you?"

"You ......" the old man snorted fiercely, his tone suddenly softened, and said, "Why are you alone, Dai'er?" ”

"That stupid girl thinks her brother is saved, and she's saving money for those few pills you made up."

"Zhan Nao, are you a pure-hearted old man!" The old man trembled with anger, and slammed the oil lamp on the table, splashing the lamp oil: "When did the old man deceive her?" As long as you give me the medicine three days ago, and find a peer who is about to die soon, it is a dead person, and the old man can save him! ”

The voice from the roof hesitated for a moment, and suddenly said, "Why three days ago?" ”

"Hmph, the 'heart change technique' is only effective within twelve hours after the death of the deceased, when the heart is dead, but the body is not dead, if the heart is changed, there is still a glimmer of life. But after this hour, even if Shennong is alive, he has no power to return to heaven. ”

The old man said, and then hated: "I blamed you for a lot of things, and I took Dai'er to find here, and insisted that the old man knew the 'art of changing hearts' and could save her brother." The old man changed his heart in Lu Country fifty years ago, but at that time, the medicinal materials were complete, not to mention, Gonghu and Qi Ying were both living people, so naturally there was no problem, but you asked me to change my heart for a dead man, how easy is it to talk about? ! ”

The voice of the roof was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "What do you say about those flavored medicines?" ”

"You still dare to mention medicine?" The old man thought of something, picked up the oil lamp on the table, shone it on the roof, and scolded while taking a photo: "The old man said that the medicine was very urgent, and it should not be delayed!" Okay, you're a thief, you don't teach on weekdays, but at this time, when you teach Dai'er the ability to steal chickens and dogs, the money is stolen, and her brother's bones are rotten! ”

The old man had already taken a look around, and he didn't find the figure of Zhan Zhi, so he didn't think it was strange, and he took a picture in the corner again, and said: "You thief has a lot of tricks, why don't you go and help her steal some medicine yourself, and bluff Dai'er to steal money with you." Stupid, worse than the butcher at the door! ”

"I looked, but no."

A voice came from behind the old man.

The old man's figure froze for a moment, and suddenly he spun around violently, and his arm swept back, and there was a thunderclap that could almost break the pillar.

With a snort, the old man was empty, and his body staggered two steps, but as if he had been prepared, he turned around on the spot and stabilized his body again.

"Looking? Hmph, have you found Gong Xue's Mansion? Have you looked for it in the palace? The old man protected the oil lamp that was almost extinguished with his palms, and asked as he blew it on.

"I also looked for it in the Yan army, but I didn't."

"What?!" The old man was taken aback, and accidentally blew it in one breath, blowing out the oil lamp, and the room was dark.

"You still ran to the Yan army to look for it?" The old man couldn't believe it.

The people in the room did not answer him, but were silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "So, that person is completely hopeless?" ”

Sneering, the old man struck the flint in the night, and the light was fleeting, and only a few sparks were shot.

The old man seemed to have been burned by this spark, and his voice became weak: "Alas, it's long gone......

There was a squeak, and there was a sudden strange sound outside the door, as if the wooden door had been gently opened.

Immediately afterward, there was a rush and confusion of footsteps, farther and farther away, disappearing at the end of the street in an instant.

"Dai...... Dai Er ......" The old man snapped and got up to chase after him, but he immediately realized something, stood in place again, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It turns out that you already knew that she was outside the door, but you still deliberately tricked the old man...... Alas, anyway, she wants to know the truth after all, and the old man has tried his best......"

The wooden door gave a long creak.

Zhan Wei had already stood at the door, and the alley outside was quiet in the dead of night, and Dai Er had long been nowhere to be seen.

Zhan Jiao looked down, and on the stone steps at the door, there was a stack of Qi country's sword coins, neatly and neatly, as if they had been put up with their hearts.

"Doctor Lu, although your medical skills are not very good, I still have to thank you for her."

"What do you mean that your medical skills are not smart, you are a rat thief with no eyes, full of nonsense, see if the old man doesn't take you under the knife!"

The old man chased to the door angrily, huffing, but where could he find the shadow of the foot?

With a bang, the old man kicked Gao Lei's knife coin under his feet, making a crisp sound, and the knife coin scattered to the ground.

"This is ......" The old man was stunned, as if he had been drained, and he did not recover for a long time.

……

After Zhan Wei left, he walked out of the ghost cave and went east along Changyang Street.

Along the way, the houses are lined up one after another, large and small, and their feet are flying on the rooftops, as if they were walking on the ground.

In less than a moment, he was already on the west side of Nanshou Street.

The figure of the foot suddenly stopped at the eaves, propped up on the tile with one hand, leaned down, and gently poked his head out.

The sound of horses' hooves approached below, and two tall horses, one in front of the other, galloped past.

One of the people in the back was a one-armed man, who didn't know him, and this one-armed man tied a wooden box to the side of the horse, and it wasn't just anything.

But there was a person in front of him, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, long hair flying, and a pair of eyes staring at all directions, and he had a kind of spirit that was not afraid of heaven and earth, and he was stunned to see it.

"Is that him?" Zhan Zhi couldn't help but look in the direction of the right rear side, where was the location of the Ping Song Mansion.

The one riding the horse below was Tian Ziyun.

The sound of horses' hooves faded away, and the figure of Zhan Zhi hesitated for a moment, and was hesitating whether to go in the direction of Pingsong Mansion, when he suddenly remembered something, his eyes turned to the direction of Tian Ziyun, and he said to himself:

"There is news from the gang that the person has appeared again, so let's go first."

With that, the figure of the foot showed a flash, and it had disappeared from the roof.