In Bridge Town, travel is rarely by car, most of the time by boat.

Wupeng's boat docked, Shen Yushan paid the fare, and walked ashore with a bookcase on his back.

Today's weather is just right, the sun is shining, sweeping away the drizzle and gloom of the previous days, there are many people's houses on the shore, bamboo shelves are lined up, large and small fishing nets are drying, and many men are hammering and chiseling, and are mending boats.

This area is probably all water people, that is, poor people who are begging for a living on the water. Shen Yushan, a cleanly dressed white-faced little scholar, suddenly came here, which immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Shen Yushan didn't care about the scrutinizing eyes that lingered on his body, in recent days, the river surface has not been very peaceful, the zombie array has been in an uproar, and there have been many fishermen who have not heard from him, and it is estimated that he has been killed.

Therefore, when a stranger suddenly comes to the village, everyone has to pay attention to it. However, Shen Yushan's dress is very able to lower people's vigilance, asking himself that such a handsome brother is unlikely to be a bad person, even if it is a bad person, so many young and strong men are enough to subdue him.

The men intertwined their eyes with each other, faintly on guard.

It's just that if these men know that this ordinary young man in front of them once beheaded dozens of lake bandits and thieves in the reeds overnight, I am afraid that they will be stunned.

Shen Yushan carried a few bags of things, looked around a few times, walked to a house, and found a few bare-bottomed children squatting around.

"Excuse me, do you know where the old man's house is?"

"Old man? There are a lot of them in the village, which one are you looking for? "The kids scratched their buttocks and scratched their faces.

Shen Yushan smiled again: "The old man who drove the boat for the Shen family of the City God Temple." ”

At this moment, a few children immediately knew that the Shen family often sent things during the New Year's holidays, some snacks and snacks, and the old man was all scattered to these children, so when he said that he was driving a boat for the Shen family, he immediately knew which old man it was.

Several children pointed in unison.

Shen Yushan thanked him, and subconsciously went to his pocket to take out a few money, but suddenly paused, his money was all scattered in the reeds, and the only money left on his body was borrowed from Mr. for the time being.

Shen Yushan smiled awkwardly, took out one from the few bags of things he was carrying, and gave it to these children.

At this time, Shen Yushan found that a few men had already come over, probably seeing him talking to these children, he was not at ease, Shen Yushan waved his hand, and went slowly in the direction that the children were pointing to.

The children glanced at each other, opened the stuff wrapped in oiled paper, and it turned out to be neatly cut meat duck paste, with distinct fat and shiny, and immediately cheered, and they didn't care about dirty hands, and they competed happily.

A few adults approached and found that there was nothing to do, and they were much more relieved, and then confusion arose in the bottom of their hearts in a blink of an eye:

"Why are so many people coming to look for the old man today?"

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The old man's place was a little remote, and behind a half-man's tall grassy forest, a simple wooden house stood quietly.

Far away from the intersection, a group of people hugged down from the slope, Shen Yushan's eyes were sharp, and he found that these people were the guards of Qiao Town, and everyone surrounded a Taoist priest with a collapsed nose.

"Yohe, why is it the Shen family Erlang, why are you here?"

The rough man who was talking with the Taoist priest with a collapsed nose saw a handsome descendant standing on the side of the road in front of him, and found that it was Shen Jiaerlang of the City God Temple, so he was surprised for a moment and said hello.

"I want to ask why you're here?" Shen Yushan asked without answering.

The rough man on the opposite side is the captain of the escort team, his name is Zhang Lin, he was not originally surnamed Zhang, but with his mother's surname Lin, just because of some coincidences, he was taken care of by Zhang Yuanwai, obeyed the orders of his deceased mother, changed his name to Zhang Lin, and was quite good at kung fu.

Zhang Lin has a lot of prestige in the escort team, and the people of Bridge Town also support him in managing the escort team to protect the safety of the party, even if the mayor of the town opens the money, if there is anything that needs to be handled by the escort team, he can only send the escort team through Zhang Lin.

When Zhang Lin heard this, his face suddenly sank, and he said solemnly: "It's not that the zombie array is making ...... trouble."

"It's not a zombie formation, it's a zombie walk, these are two different things." The slumped-nosed Taoist priest suddenly interrupted.

Shen Yushan couldn't help but raise his eyes and glance at the other party, this Taoist priest could actually distinguish between zombies and zombies, it seemed that there was a bit of a doorway.

"Right, right, I remember again, it's a stiff walk." Zhang Lin patted the back of his head and continued: "I heard that the old man has not appeared for a long time, and the day of his disappearance coincides with the days when the zombie was in trouble, let's check what clues there are." ”

"Did you find anything?" Shen Yushan was a little sad about the murder of the old man, and immediately asked.

Zhang Lin pointed to the collapsed-nosed Taoist priest beside him and introduced: "This is Ma Daochang, we are here with him, if there are any specific clues, we have to ask Ma Daochang." ”

The nose swept away the dust, and said: "Immeasurable Tianzun, the common family name is Ma, and the cursive characters are pure and good." ”

"It turned out to be Ma Chunliang, did you find any clues?" Shen Yushan asked.

Ma Chunliang lowered his eyebrows and shook his head, naturally it was impossible to find out, because the old man was the one who saved him at the beginning, but he kicked him into the river, let the zombies eat it, and bite him to death.

After a few words of greeting between the two sides, Shen Yushan continued to walk up the hillside.

When his figure disappeared around the corner, Ma Chunliang rubbed his nose and sniffed the air through which Shen Yushan passed, and a trace of consternation flashed in his eyes, this is ...... The smell of murder and arson?

It's Martian and bloody, not just human blood, but also stiff blood.

Ma Chunliang's face was suddenly covered with a layer of obscurity, and he asked with a bit of inquiry: "Whose child is this handsome poster just now?" ”

Zhang Lin smiled and said: "Erlang of the Shen family of the City God Temple, speaking of which, his grandfather is the same as the Taoist chief, and he is also from the Immortal Dao Scattered Cultivation, and he has settled down here in our Bridge Town. ”

"Oh, really?"

Ma Chunliang smiled meaningfully.

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It has been some days since the day when the old man was killed, and it happened that the sun had rained a few days ago, and the grass and trees in the mountains and fields had grown wildly, and the front of the old man's house was already full of weeds.

Shen Yushan carefully waded through the grass, all the way, there were no snakes, insects, rats and ants that were common before, Shen Yushan knew a little in his heart, it was probably the flow of spiritual elements in his body, these snakes, insects, rats and ants tended to avoid evil, avoid him.

As long as there are no people living in the mountain wooden house for some days, there will inevitably be many animals to settle down, Shen Yushan's arrival frightened many black things and fled, Shen Yushan smiled, waved his hand to tear off the spider web, and walked into the house.

The soul of a person dies, and the old man is not a cultivator, but there is no way to protect his soul, which also causes Shen Yushan to be unable to use means to summon the soul, and asks the old man how he died in person.

That's it, as expected, it should be a reined formation.

Shen Yushan sighed, and since he went to study in the Bamboo Forest Book House, it was the old man who drove him back and forth every day, rain or shine. When he was a child, he was naughty and greedy, and on the way home, he was greedy for flower cakes and sour dates, and the old man sometimes bought him food out of his own pocket, and told him not to tell his uncles and aunts.

It wasn't until he grew a few years older and first understood some things that Shen Yushan understood the simple but sincere love and care of the old man. He still remembers that the old man came to the house to eat and drink that day, and congratulated him on his wedding with a smile on his face.

However, the old man was killed by the zombie.

No, to be precise, it should have been killed by the manipulating and stiff mountain charm.

Shen Yushan secretly gritted his teeth, and deeply imprinted the death of the old man in his heart, and when he achieved the strength of the secluded realm, he would go to the mass grave and suppress this harmful mountain charm.

Taking a deep breath, Shen Yushan found a small wooden table, opened the things he was carrying in his hand one by one, a pot of small village turbid wine, a package of boiled pig's head meat, and a plate of fennel broad beans.

Respectfully, a glass of water and wine, all of which were sprinkled on the ground.

After pouring another cup, Shen Yushan drank it all, the spicy sweetness rippled in his throat, the wine flowed into his stomach, and his heartburn was uncomfortable.

The secular rite has passed, and Shen Yushan turned around and wanted to leave.

Suddenly, the man paused, and the toes he raised never fell to the ground, just hanging in the air.

Just because, the wine sprinkled on the ground, as if it was inexplicably pulled, flowed like that, and gradually sketched a simple but expressive portrait.

The person in the painting is a Taoist priest, wearing tattered clothes, covered in filth and fallen leaves, and looking embarrassed and panicked.

Shen Yushan seems to have been greatly impacted, just because of the Taoist priest in the painting...... There is a rare collapsed nose in the center of the face.

"Hey, Shen Jiaerlang, right?"

Someone suddenly called him from behind.

Shen Yushan's heart and liver were beating like they were playing drums.

Turn around, look back, look.

The collapsed-nosed Taoist priest in the painting is standing at the door, greeting with a smile.