The two took advantage of the night, one after the other, one old and one young, and walked to the outskirts of the city. Pulsatilla stripped off his shirt that had been stinking with a bucket and wore only a white middle coat. Judging from the back, the two of them looked like a white-haired old eunuch who had been expelled from the palace and an old eunuch who was thin and couldn't survive in the palace. Although it is peculiar and eye-catching, fortunately, there are few people on the street, and it is at the foot of Jingshi, which is not a new thing.

The two of them walked all the way, and the more they walked, the more desolate they became, and at first there were some oil lamps in the houses of some people on the outskirts of the city. Walking further, there was no light except for the crescent moon in the sky.

Pulsatilla couldn't help but ask, "Girl, where are you going to find someone?" We don't look for a horse? ”

He Jingying smiled slightly: "Don't worry, it's almost there." ”

Finally, after walking out of the three-mile road again, He Jingying pointed ahead, and it was there.

Pulsatilla looked at it, and for the first time in his life, he felt cautious: "Girl, who are you looking for here?!" ”

"Of course it's a dead man!" He Jingying replied as a matter of course.

In front of He Jingying and Pulsatilla, there is a mass grave.

What He Jingying is looking for is Xiao Zijing's lonely soul floating in the world. Pulsatilla's face froze: "Little girl, digging people's ancestral graves is not a good habit. ”

He Jingying pointed to the mass grave: "If the ancestral tomb of any family is built here, I think it will be bad enough, and I don't worry about the little bit I added to him." ”

He Jingying also went to the mass grave for the first time, and originally thought it was just a burial place for some poor people, and there was nothing to be afraid of. But when she really arrived here, He Jingying also started to hair. Fang Cai didn't want Pulsatilla to follow him all the way, but now he was afraid that Pulsatilla would run away.

He Jingying raised her pointed chin: "Eh, old man, you said it yourself to help me find someone, aren't you scared?" ”

Pulsatilla said angrily: "What is it called! Call Grandpa! Who said Lao Tzu was scared! Lao Tzu Pulsatilla will still be afraid of the dead! ”

He Jingying nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, let's find it quickly." We are going to find a grave that has been buried for almost half a month, and there is no monument. ”

Only then did Pulsatilla realize that he had fallen into He Jingying's trap. Angry is angry, but you can't break your word and slap yourself in the face. While losing his temper, he looked for the grave, and it seemed that he had always been looking for people in mass graves to whip corpses.

If He Jingying's estimate is correct, Xiao Zixiang must be buried in this mass grave. The emperor hid Xiao Zixiang in the prison for three years, and in these three years, the incense in front of the spiritual seat of the fish return has been changed three times. Although in the mausoleum where the fish is waiting, there are bones, tablets, and burials. Regardless of whether the corpse inside was real or not, after three years, even a lie has become true.

Then Xiao Zixiang, who was locked up in the prison, was a death row prisoner who had no name and no one cared about. After he died, the only place he could go was this mass grave.

Pulsatilla looked around the mass grave and said, "Little girl, Lao Tzu sees that there are at least three graves here that have just been buried for ten days. How do we find it? ”

He Jingying took a deep breath and was ruthless: "Dig!" ”

"You want to dig one by one?"

He Jingying nodded: "Old man, you shouldn't regret it!" ”

Pulsatilla said angrily: "Call grandpa!" ”

He Jingying handed a branch to Pulsatilla and took out the Folding Moon Sword herself. He bowed three times to the ownerless and lonely tomb, and said in his mouth: "I have come to find my benefactor this time, and I will take him back and bury him." If you dig your grave by mistake, you must not be surprised. ”

Pulsatilla said impatiently: "Verbosity, dig or not?" ”

He Jingying hurriedly inserted the Folding Moon Sword into the soil: "Dig, dig." ”

He Jingying's Folding Moon Sword is a good sword for fighting, but when digging for soil, it is definitely not a good shovel. The Folding Moon Sword is light and tough, it can't be like a shovel, digging out a lot of soil, it can only dig out a little less at a time, and what's even more embarrassing is that the Folding Moon Sword is very elastic, and the handful of soil picked out will be sprinkled on the head and face of the pulsatilla.

"Phew!" The pulsatilla ate a mouth full of dirt. The soil is fishy and smelly, I don't know how the people buried below died, it smells of dead fish and rotten shrimp. "Little girl, can you dig it?!"

He Jingying was a little embarrassed: "It's the first time for me." ”

Pulsatilla waved his hand: "Go aside!" ”

He Jingying hurriedly gave way as well.

Pulsatilla plunged the branch deep into the soil, and with a stroke of luck, the arm-thick branch snapped. Pulsatilla threw the branch on the ground and stomped on it three times: "Phew! Even you dare to fix Lao Tzu! ”

"Little girl, get out of the way!" After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves as if he were ruthless. Pulsatilla raised his hands, a white light flashed in his hands, and his five fingers opened slightly, and he plunged down into the earth, and began to dig the grave with his bare hands.

He Jingying was shocked when she watched from the side, if the power of the pulsatilla hit the person's heavenly spirit cover, the heavenly spirit cover would be broken immediately.

While digging the grave, Pulsatilla said angrily: "Little girl, grandpa, I have practiced kung fu for decades, so I will use it to dig graves!" What does this look like? ”

He Jingying replied in a low voice: "Like a groundhog." ”

"What?" Pulsatilla really didn't hear clearly. If you hear it clearly, you may really use He Jingying's Heavenly Spirit Cover to practice.

He Jingying hurriedly shook her head and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing, you dig it quickly." ”

Pulsatilla continued to complain: "Little girl Lao Tzu told you, if you dare to let Gui Qing and Guang Zhimu know about this matter, Lao Tzu will take your meat stew and drink!" ”

Suddenly, the pulsatilla showed a fierce face and grabbed He Jingying with one hand. He Jingying thought that Pulsatilla had suddenly gone crazy, and subconsciously retreated backwards, but she couldn't escape at all. Pulsatilla still clamped He Jingying's hand tightly.

Pulsatilla pulled He Jingying forward and hid behind the mound of dirt he had dug himself. "Shhhh

He Jingying stretched out her head and looked, almost screaming in fright, in the center of the mass grave stood a blue-faced fang, with a total of four hands on his chest and back. The four-handed Yama suddenly moved, and he tore off two hands from himself.

When He Jingying's heart was just stuck in her throat, she finally saw that it was not two hands, but a person. The four-handed Yama was a masked man carrying a thin man down the aisle of a mass grave.

Such a mask will not be forgotten once you see it. There is only one person who wears such a mask in the entire Great Qi, and that is the ghost-faced Langjun Xiao Wuyu.

Xiao Yan has no reputation. Although he is also a Xiao family, he is not the Xiao of the Lanling Xiao family, but the Xiao family of Peijun. It is of the same clan as the Xiao clan of Lanling, but it is not related. So although his surname is Xiao, he is also a well-known person in Jiankang City, but he has always been just a strategist, serving under Xiao Ziliang, Xiao Zimao, and Xiao Zilong.

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