Yin! Trinome?

Why is it?

Holding the three eyes of the yin fork, standing behind the old man, its expression was cold, and its hands were up and down!

The old man's head was slashed off, and the cold light of the yin fork in Sanmu's hand flickered, as if a layer of mist was attached to it.

But this is not a mist, but the soul of an old man.

The yin difference of the underworld is divided into three, six, nine and so on, and the yin fork in the hand is their class proof, and the yin fork in the hand of the three eyes is the third class, it can directly meet the king of Yama, and it is from the ghost king, and its strength is strong.

This fork is not simple. Not only does it have additional, non-healing damage to souls, but it also sucks souls.

After entering the soul of the Yin Fork, it is not so easy to come out.

"Long time no see, Brother Sanmu." I forced a smile on him.

For this old man. If it can be reborn, it will be better, after all, if it falls into the hands of ghosts like Sanmu, there is a high probability that it will be scattered.

After all, the soul has been staying in the yang world for a long time, but if he breaks the rules of the underworld, he has become a soul like an old man, and he still stays in the yang world as a victim, and he is beaten into the eighteenth layer of hell until the soul is scattered.

"Long time no see, Tang Jinshen, when are you going to see you? When are you going to get it? Your time in the sun is running out. Sanmu collected the souls hidden in the wind around him. He said to me calmly.

I gasped, this is not a good thing to remember.

But I can't help it, I've already made a deal with that old man from Yama... Although I haven't seen the true face of King Yama, I guess from the way he speaks, King Yama must be an old man.

"I'm done with Shihe's business, so I'll go to the Central Plains to find the puppet immediately." I said helplessly.

"Okay, you still have half a year to live, and whether you can continue your life depends on your own choice." Sanmu Road.

There was no expression on his face, and his tone was always a swishy tone, so I didn't know if he was joking or telling the truth.

Wait a minute?

Does onicha joke?

"I remember." I frowned.

I wondered, is it true that my lifespan is only half a year?

I feel that these three eyes are not alarmist, if the king of Yama really wants to take my life, why bother to read the time written in the book of life and death, and directly let me have an accident, I will not be able to return to the sky.

It seems that this puppet has to take it, and if he doesn't take it, he has to take it.

There are only two choices left for me, get alive and not die.

I regret it now, if I first heard the Tang Sect talking about Tong Puppet, I went to ask Tang Xiangyu, wouldn't everything be clear?

Alas.

Sanmu collected his soul, and after clenching his fist at me, he turned into a black ghost. Drift into the ground.

After Sanmu left, Duan Hei's expression had frozen.

Just what he saw this night was enough for Duan Hei to spend the rest of his life in the Black Iron Village to scare those curious children.

"Shen... Shen, Brother Shen? What are those three eyes just now? Duan Hei swallowed his saliva, his expression trembled, obviously it was the three eyes that scared this one-meter-nine man a lot.

"The yin difference in the underworld is equivalent to the criminal investigation in the yang world, right?" I hesitated to know if the analogy was appropriate.

Duan Hei shuddered, his expression still scared.

I smiled, patted Duan Hei's shoulder and smiled, "Don't be afraid. Whoever looks like that in a hundred years. ”

"Well, I'll have three eyes when I die?" Duan Hei was excited, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

I was at a loss, Duan Hei's words made me suspicious, and while comforting Duan Hei that he would not become three eyes, he began to think, what is the three eyes?

The body of the three eyes is good, but it has a third eye in the center of its eyebrows, is the three eyes different from the human race?

It seems that next time, I'll ask about it.

He walked out of the forest slowly with Duan Hei's support, and then looked up at the sky, although the sky was still shrouded in night. But there was no longer the wind that swept through the night.

"We made it!" Duan Hei roared, breaking the silence.

He ran excitedly to the stockade and shouted at the stockade!

"We succeeded! Brother Shen succeeded! No more murderous winds! ”

Human nature is like this, the wind that has suppressed Duan Hei for more than 30 years has finally disappeared, he is completely excited, he is running wildly in the black iron village, shouting!

"Come out! Come out! I'm fine! You see, it's okay for me to make such a loud noise! Duan Hei patted the locked doors. shouted excitedly.

After a while, the brave villagers finally opened the door, and they made a sound, subconsciously looking at the sky.

When they finally found that the wind that enveloped the night demons had disappeared, they were so excited that they were dumbfounded for a while.

It wasn't until the respected old man in the village shouted in an excited and sad tone that everyone began to cheer.

"Finally! Our Black Iron Village can finally be counted alive in the night! ”

Under the leadership of Duan Hei, everyone began to light the long-lost bonfire and began to dance and sing!

I sat not far away, with a slight smile on the corner of my mouth, and I was so happy to see the people of this black iron village. Somehow I felt a sense of satisfaction in my heart.

It's just a pity that after the old man was killed by Sanmu, his body turned into ashes and disappeared, and his soul was also taken away by Sanmu. I can't ask for anything of value.

As for the small seal on the stone wall, it was turned into flowers with stones by me and Duan Hei, and things like the old man would no longer happen.

I looked at the crowd. I couldn't help frowning, the old woman in red who was wearing patches was walking slowly towards me at this moment.

This is the first time I have seen her face, according to Duan Hei, she is crazy, but her expression is full of calm at the moment, and there is no trace of madness.

"Can you, help me find the child?" This was the first thing the old woman said to me when she came over.

I was stunned for a second, then asked, "What's your child's name?" ”

"Can you help me find the child?" The old woman still repeated this sentence.

"I can help you find it, but is your child a boy or a girl? You'll have to tell me your name. I said.

The old woman nodded sluggishly, and pulled out a new black and white photo from the crumpled red cotton clothes.

I was stunned when I took it.

The photograph is as new as it was when it was first printed.

But... Twenty years ago, the old woman's child had disappeared.

Thirty years ago, her husband Zheng Yaoshi was also killed by the wind.

So this picture has been around for at least thirty years.

The above is a group photo of a family of three, a thin man and a beautiful woman. Although the child is about one year old, he looks thinner, but he is in good spirits.

"Okay, then I'll take this photo, and I'll keep it until I find your child." I nodded to it.

The old woman turned and walked away, and I don't know if she heard what I said.

After sitting here for a while, Duan Hei walked towards me with a stack of newspapers.

He smiled and said, "Brother Shen, hard money." We don't have much to offer, except for the expenses to ensure your survival, every family will save up for you. ”

I immediately excused myself: "How can this be done, this is Brother Duan's savings in your village, I can't take it!" ”

"Why can't you take it, if you solve the wind, it is equivalent to saving the lives of all of us." Duan Hei Yizheng said as he spoke, and stuffed the stack of newspapers into my arms, and then left without a sound.

Looking at Duan Hei's resolute back, I couldn't help but show a wry smile.

Spread out this stack of newspapers that can be grasped with half a hand, all of them are a dime and five corners, at most a piece of coin, the economic situation of Heitiezhai is very difficult, it is basically isolated from the world, and a bus to Heijiang requires five yuan.

And the coins in my hand, roughly counting, are about ten dollars.

I wanted to return the money to Duan Hei, but I was afraid that Duan Hei would think that I looked down on him, so I stuffed the money into my pocket.

By the way, I walked around the village and found a few men in their thirties to borrow some yang fire, so that my body would not be so weak, after all, after losing three yang fires, I often felt a strange wind behind me.

It gives me goosebumps a lot.

And when I came to Xu Gao's house again, the person who didn't open the door for me at the beginning slowly opened the door.

A thin woman looked at my weak cough and asked, "Master Shen, you came to find Xu Gao... Did he do something wrong? ”

I frowned, isn't Xu Gao dead?

Don't the family know?