In Zhong Kui's memory, he consistently remembered the words of his two friends; "You can't get close to women until you're thirty years old, you have to maintain a pure yang body, otherwise something big will happen."

In fact, Zhong Kui still has another thing in his heart, that is, the position of the copper coin that Vanilla just calculated, which is no accident. Grandpa once taught him a mantra: 'A person who divides hexagrams, be cautious in his words and deeds, and make a move, yin and yang are determined.' ’

Seeing that the other party insisted on this, Vanilla immediately felt disheartened. Breaking free from Zhong Kui's hand, he stumbled towards the broken temple.

As he ran, the scenes of his childhood with him came to mind, especially when he was rescued from his detention room, and Vanilla didn't believe that Zhong Kui didn't have any special thoughts about him.

Tears on his face sprinkled in the darkness with the wind, and another thought came to his mind, could it be that Zhong Kui was physically defective? Or is it something else? Thinking of this, she slowed down and the cold wind blew, and the fluctuating emotions gradually cooled down.

Stopped, Vanilla glanced back slightly, and saw that Zhong Kui had caught up.

Turning his head to look at the door of the broken temple, Wen Gen, who was standing in the wind, couldn't help but smile and thought of a good way.

Zhong Kui didn't know how Vanilla suddenly figured it out, and from this night on, she was like a marshmallow, sticking to Wengen's side. Although he didn't know what to do, he didn't think there was anything wrong when he saw that the two of them looked very serious.

At the lower end of the broken temple, the village of Donghua Village fell into dead silence, and all the people gathered in the broken temple.

Perhaps this is the cowardice of human nature, at the critical moment when emergencies are coming. People's hearts are full of anxiety and loneliness, and while losing self-confidence, they are also afraid of dying alone in helpless situations, so there is an idea that unity is strength, so that they have enough courage to resist the ravages and plundering of death!

At this moment, Zhong Kui is like their protector, and the villagers completely regard him as the backbone, and they ask him about anything. Even if it was a small cough, I hurried to ask if it was a plague infection?

In this way, not only could he not walk, but he was even deprived of time to rest.

Wengen and Vanilla didn't have a moment to rest either, and they shuttled through the crowd of sitting, standing, and walking people. Observe their condition at any time and pay attention to the development trend of their condition at any time.

In the middle of the night, a group of people came from the county seat, about a dozen! It seems to be a makeshift treatment team. After they came, they explained a few words to Zhong Kui, separated the crowd, separated those who were sick, and sent them to the hospital in time. Those who are not sick will settle down in the broken temple to rest, and those who have a slight symptom will continue to drink medicinal soup.

Those who are born are still suffering.

The dead have been buried under the mountain forest layer.

Zhong Kui and the others stayed awake all night and picked up the thermometer sent from the hospital. Stuffed into their armpits one by one, and then retracted one by one, carefully probing the position of the mercury line, checking their physical condition, it was really exhausting. Walking is light, like a dream.

The villagers were drowsy, the chickens in the vicinity were crowing highly, and the sky was white.

First, there was the chatter of birds and birds in the mountains and forests, and then the mooing of ploughing cattle and sheep came from the village. Their calls, like a muffled old song, are more like a cry to their masters, and they need their feeding and help.

Zhong Kui asked Vanilla and Wengen to rest on the threshold of the ruined temple for a while, while he continued to stay with the villagers in need of care.

At dawn of the day, some villagers went home to boil rice soup and deliver food from the broken temple.

The darkness of the night gives fear, and the light of the day gives hope. In the face of the great daylight, people's spirits were restored.

People who wake up in their sleep are sure that they have spent the night safely. After seeing the rising sun in the east, everyone's face showed a smile of relief.

Pots of hot rice soup, filled with the pure fragrance of rice, were handed to Zhong Kui and them from the hands of the endless stream of people at the bottom of the mountain.

An inconspicuous son from the tomb has now become a hero in the hearts of the people of Donghua Village. The people no longer feared him, they saw him as a god and respected him.

Zhong Kui couldn't refuse people's returns, and for the first time in his history, he felt what it means to be excited. But I don't know if it's because he's too concerned or what's the reason, he always feels that things are not so simple, as if something is going to happen in the dark.

As if to confirm Zhong Kui's thoughts, a villager who went to the back mountain would come in a panic and run with a blank face. And because of excessive fright and nervousness, I can't breathe when I foam at the mouth.

The villagers hurriedly handed the villager warm rice soup, some people pinched him, and some people were helping him stroke his chest......

Seeing this scene, Zhong Kui's heart sank. Although the villager had not yet told what had happened, he already had a premonition that something was happening.

The villager came from the mountain behind Donghua Village, which means that he went to the location of the old locust tree just now.

Zhong Kui, Wen Gen and Vanilla hurried away.

Under the huge shadow of the old locust tree, a lonely corpse was dragged by the wind.

"I've seen this man." Zhong Kui glanced at the herbs covering his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and Wen Gendao, who was frightened.

The deceased's still white hands were perpendicular to the sides of his torso, his hat was turned back, and his disheveled head was lowered forward. The purple tongue sticks out of the old elder, and his legs are straight...... It's like a spinning top in the wind.

Wengen and Vanilla couldn't bear to continue watching, and at the urging of Zhong Kui, the two of them left quickly, and then the two went back to the county to report the case to the relevant departments.

Vanilla inadvertently measured with copper coins, unintentionally and unintentionally, but it really foreshadowed the tragedy that happened in front of us.

Zhong Kui can't leave, he still has to do what he has to do. A positioning copper coin in hand, a backhand raising, the copper coin with a wind to fly...... But it did not stick to the forehead of the deceased, but fell to the ground in a vertical line.

Hey! Zhong Kui was secretly shocked, and his heart was worried.

He stared coldly at the corpse spinning in the wind, his feet moved, and he circled around the tree pole step by step, but his sword-like eyes did not leave the corpse, and he said, "Do you want to force me to make a trick?" ”

Seeing that this corpse was uncontrollable and his heart was very angry, Zhong Kui suddenly felt that there seemed to be a burning sensation in his chest that rushed to his throat. He endured the burning heat of the mouth, restrained the surging mood, and resolutely pulled out the dragon scabbard on his waist, slashing, slashing, and splitting...... Then when he opened his mouth to spit out the burning heat in his heart, he unexpectedly turned the scorching heat of the mouth into a rushing flame, spraying directly on the tree pole.

Zhong Kui, who was spewing flames, was startled himself, what was going on? Whatever it was, he didn't have time to think about it. You have to pay close attention to the old locust tree that has been burning.

The burning old locust tree is like a living spirit, emitting a terrible, piercing and high-pitched cry in the light of fire and smoke. The flames licked and puffed up green smoke from the corpses hanging under the branches.

Someone stood at the highest point of the ruined temple and saw smoke rolling in the north, and the villager told the villagers what he saw when he regained consciousness after being rescued.

People came to see it with all kinds of speculation.

Is the old locust tree destroyed? Watching the flames devour the old locust tree, people stood and pointed from afar, talking. Some people also say that this man who is hanging and burning is Xia Zhi'an.