This corpse should have just died, and normally, there shouldn't be such a thick dead air.

The deceased, Lao Deng, stared at his eyes, and his face was extremely distorted.

If you look at his purple and black face, it seems that there is poison in his body, but if you look at his expression, it looks like he was scared to death.

A gray phantus floated from the corpse's face, turning into a skull figure, and smirked a few times in all directions. Suddenly, a bone claw came from behind it and struck down like a thunderbolt!

The phantom was clawed apart by the claw, and it quickly fled in different directions in several streaks of smoke.

During the whole process, the surrounding people did not show the slightest abnormality, and they were still pointing at the corpse.

Today is a cloudy day, and it is close to dusk, and the sun is not visible, the ghost king was released by Lan Shuying, and the shot was lost, but it did not hurt the vitality.

After recognizing the Lord's first appearance, he didn't succeed and let the gray shadow run away.

The ghost king returned to Lan Shu's sea of shadow knowledge nervously, and the first thing he did was to ask for sin.

Lan Shuying frowned silently.

Lao Deng is Uncle Zhang's brother-in-law. He was lazy by nature, mainly living on the inheritance left by his father, because there was a carriage at home, and he occasionally went out to run and work. This trip was entrusted by Uncle Zhang to send a letter to Xuanmen for help.

How could he have died here, and in such a strange situation after his death......

Behind the crowd came a monk, dressed plainly, with a young appearance, with a heavy compassion between his slightly green eyebrows, and he passed the crowd of onlookers, and said something in his mouth.

One hand twisted the rosary, the other hand lifted the white cloth on the deceased's body, and then grasped the deceased's hand.

The townspeople who lived near the Xuanmen were always a little more tolerant of the monks, and when they saw his abrupt behavior, the people next to him did not care, but kindly advised him not to dirty his hands, because this man died a strange death, and they were about to carry the body and burn it, so that the treasure would not be defiled by evil things.

After hearing this, the monk's face did not change, and he said calmly: "The little monk has no other meaning, but just wants to recite sutras for this benefactor, hoping that he will get rid of the sea of suffering." ”

Lan Shuying's gaze was fixed on the hand he held with the corpse.

Ghost Hitomi clearly saw a few rays of gloomy dead air, like a small snake, along his fingers, gradually wrapping around his forearm.

Uncle Zhang stared at his brother-in-law's dead appearance, his heart was anxious and painful, he threw himself next to the stretcher, and asked the person carrying the corpse what happened to Lao Deng.

It's a pity that these people who carried the corpses were only hired by someone, and they didn't know the inside story, and one of them showed him the way, saying that they were hired by a Zhongdao man from Xuanmen, and maybe Zhongdao people knew the cause of death.

When the young monk finished reciting the mantra to Lao Deng, the dead air was already close to the center of his eyebrows, and he didn't realize it.

After the corpse bearer urged him several times, the monk stepped back, and when he saw Lan Shuying staring at him fixedly, he wondered, "Why does the female benefactor look at the little monk like this?" ”

Lan Shuying shook her head and smiled, turned around and left.

As she passed by, she quietly slipped a piece of her freshly pulled hair over the side of the monk's basket.

The ghost king was forced into her hair with a confused face, and just followed the monk away.

“…… Host, host?! ”

Looking at the girl's figure getting farther and farther away, the ghost king: "......"

Uncle Zhang took Lan Shuying to stay in the town.

He opened a pawnshop for half his life, had some savings in his hands, and he was very concerned about what happened to Lao Deng during his lifetime.

"Hey, he's a living ......" Apparently the townspeople wanted to say that they deserved it, but they were stabbed in the waist by his mother-in-law, swept the money on the table, swallowed back this sentence, and said while knocking on the tobacco: "He was disrespectful to the green snake Niangniang, and he sprinkled water in the temple, which is retribution." ”

Uncle Zhang then asked.

The green snake lady in the mouth of the townspeople is not the same as the green snake in the legend of the white snake in folklore, but the mountain goblin who was ignited by the master of Xuanmen more than 200 years ago, and she can bless the hunters who enter the mountain to come out safely.

The ancestors built a temple for her, and before entering the mountain, she must go to offer incense, and sometimes women also go to worship her, just to ask for a child.

Lan Shuying interjected: "Uncle, has there ever been such a thing before?" She felt as if the townsfolk had been through it before, and she wasn't surprised at all.

The townsfolk clapped their hands, their eyebrows fluttering, and said, "You really guessed it, there really is!" I remember that it was a merchant from other places, surnamed Jia, it was two years ago, the merchant couldn't stand the excitement, and the old cigarette pole at the head of the village fought a jar of wine, and the person was dizzy and went to the green snake Niangniang Temple, and sprinkled a bubble in the incense burner! ”

"So, what happened then?"

"And then? He slept in it, and the snake bit him to death, and he was so black and swollen that if he hadn't looked at his clothes, he wouldn't have known who he was! ”

After the merchant's death, he was black and swollen, and from this point of view, he was indeed similar to Lao Deng he saw during the day, and he was poisoned.

Before, the townspeople here didn't know where Lao Deng came from, and with the arrangement of the Zhong Dao man, they almost carried Lao Deng's body to the suburbs and burned it.

Uncle Zhang came forward to identify the body, and the townspeople knew that there were relatives of the deceased coming, so the body was temporarily placed in Yizhuang, and they gave Uncle Zhang an ultimatum to take the body away within three days.

The family who stayed overnight rested early, Lan Shuying lay next to the townman's daughter and put her clothes together, and heard the slight sound of clothes rubbing next door, and after a while, a familiar black shadow at the door coughed lightly, and she quietly got up and followed.

"Girl, I still don't believe that Lao Deng was bitten to death by a snake!" Uncle Zhang said with certainty, "Lao Deng is timid, he is very afraid of ghosts and gods, and he is not good at drinking, so he can't do anything to release water in other people's temples." ”

"I'll have to go to Yizhuang to have a look." He muttered to himself.

"I'll go too." Lan Shuying said lightly.

Uncle Zhang is her mission goal, and he is a character who must die in the plot, saving him is a kind of reversal, maybe she can get a few more "lucky beads".

Uncle Zhang's incident in Xuanmen is not mentioned in the plot, because the heroine is not in Xuanmen during this time. However, not long after that, the father and daughter recognized each other in Qinghe County, indicating that Uncle Zhang's trip was not dangerous.

It would be better to go with him to Yizhuang to investigate, she was also interested in the gray shadow who escaped from the ghost king.

The moonlight was white, not good lighting, but fortunately, the road was quite flat, and the two spent half an hour finally seeing the bleak paper lantern at the entrance of Yizhuang.

A scarecrow was tied with rags and dry grass on the side of the road outside Yizhuang, and exaggerated smiling faces were painted on papier-mâché faces, waving their hands in the night breeze.

The atmosphere seemed even more eerie.

A tall and thin figure dangled out of the gate of Yizhuang, he didn't see two people here at first, he walked and jumped, hummed a little song to the edge of the field, turned his back to them and began to untie his trousers.

Uncle Zhang hurriedly covered Lan Shuying's eyes with his palm.

The thin and tall man turned back, raised his voice, and said in surprise: "Who are you!" What do you want to do when you come here in the middle of the night?! ”

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