"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Three knocks on the door, crisp and powerful.

If it were a different time, Zhao Ke might come up and take a look.

It's just that although it's daylight now, there is always a white fog around it.

There was a coffin standing around him.

Zhao Ke couldn't help but think of the sentence "There is a ghost outside the door!" ”

If it was an ordinary ghost, how could Zhao Ke put it in his eyes.

Even though he didn't have the ability, he relied on his own source hand, plus the Wuxiang Sword Sutra, and took it down in minutes and made it into a dish.

Just in this place...... Zhao Ke had to be careful.

After all, this is a mysterious place.

As the big smoking gun said, this place is full of weirdness, even if it is an intermediate postman, here, you have to walk with your neck bent.

Therefore, Zhao Ke didn't get close, concentrated his energy, and silently took Xue Jizi out of the storage ring.

I saw that the blade was held in Zhao Ke's hand.

On the silver blade, there was a white cold air, and the cold and cold made Zhao Ke's floating mind gradually settle down.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

No one opened the door, but the knock was harder.

I saw the door of Yizhuang's room trembling slightly with the knock on the door, and a wisp of dust swept up and fell down the crack in the door.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke couldn't help but take a deep breath, his eyes gradually turned into secondary pupils, and at the same time, his angry and arrogant personality was also activated.

Although Zhao Ke did not have the ability to stamp.

But his own abilities may not be worse than a low-level postman, or even much stronger.

Step by step approach the gate carefully.

The five senses explored, and found that there was a dead silence behind the door, and his five senses couldn't explore anything at all.

On the contrary, the knock on the door became rapid at this time.

"Bang bang bang!"

Under the impatient knock on the door, Zhao Ke couldn't help but frown, and his secondary pupils stared at the faint tremor on the door.

Just at the moment when the knock on the door rang again.

Zhao Ke's eyes suddenly burst with a gleam.

"Kill!"

With a cold sound, the snow Jizi in Zhao Ke's hand was like a meteor, bursting out with an astonishing murderous aura in the air.

Even without the passive blessing of "Weapon Master" and "Sword Resentment".

For such a long time, Zhao Ke's mastery of cold weapons still maintained an astonishing height, on the one hand, Zhao Ke had felt the subtle changes at this level.

On the other hand, as a cook, a cook who is good at knife work.

Zhao Ke is still a little talented in this regard.

With one step, the knife borrowed the momentum and burst into the air with a piercing chill, the blade locked at the source of the knocking sound, and the knife penetrated until the handle of the knife stopped.

"Click!!"

Even if he couldn't see what was behind the door, Zhao Ke could clearly feel the sound of the blade piercing into the flesh.

With a flash of cold eyes, Zhao Ke kicked the door open and opened the door to take a look.

Zhao Ke couldn't help but be stunned.

No one

There are no ghosts either.

Outside the door, there was a white mist, as if it had been submerged in a cloud.

Look at the gate again.

The dark red blood, before it dripped to the ground, had already frozen into ice slag, and it was shattered with a clatter.

Yukihime came out from behind the door, but with a knife, she nailed the crow on the door to the door.

"It turned out to be a bird!"

After a false alarm, Zhao Ke's heart couldn't help but relax, and then he couldn't help laughing, thinking that it was something, it turned out to be a crow.

"Bad luck."

Zhao Ke scolded in his heart, the crow is not liked by people in the first place, especially our Chinese people, who regard the crow as unlucky.

Don't say it's a crow knocking on the door.

Pull Yukihime off the back.

I saw that the blade was as bright as snow, and there was no blood.

That's why I love this knife so much.

Because of some of Zhao Ke's psychological barriers, he always felt that the blade would smell fishy once it was used.

Some people will say, don't those iron pots, bowls and chopsticks, cutting boards, and shovels have to be thrown away?

In fact, this is a psychological disease in Zhao Ke, and it is also a kind of paranoia.

You can't talk to psychopaths, or you'll find yourself insane.

Put Yukihime into the storage ring.

Zhao Ke let out a long breath in his heart, looked around with his eyes, and found that it was completely white outside.

Try to sense it with your five senses.

But even with the blessing of his arrogant personality, Zhao Ke's five senses still couldn't detect the range of five meters around him.

"No wonder!"

Seeing this, Zhao Ke couldn't help but feel relieved, no wonder they didn't care if he would take the opportunity to escape.

It's just a white expanse, and if you want to run out, even if it's yourself, I'm afraid that you will fall enough to choke, and you may not be able to run far.

It's not good, I'm going around Yizhuang in a circle, and I'm afraid I may not be able to notice it.

But I don't plan to run.

Judging from the notes left by the craftsman, the black coffin is still the work of the craftsman's painstaking efforts.

It's a pity to keep such a good coffin and put a ghost in it.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke glanced at the crows on the ground.

I saw that the crow had been shot in the head, and his head was cut in half by Xue Jizi.

"Alas, crow, it's a pity that the meat is sour and not tasty!"

Zhao Ke said, stepped forward and kicked out, kicked the crow corpse into the fog, and listened to "Bang!" With a bang, the crow was gone.

Taking a step back, Zhao Ke casually closed the door, thinking that it was still early anyway, so he read the craftsman's notes first and understood the origin of the black coffin.

Perhaps, you can find some valuable clues in it.

It's just that when Zhao Ke raised his head, his pupils suddenly tightened, and the muscles on his face couldn't help but stiffen.

looked at the Yizhuang in front of him.

Zhao Ke couldn't help but settle down, rubbed his eyes, and took a closer look, a chill in his heart was like the two big centipedes before crawling up along his backbone.

The dense tentacles stepped on his spine, causing a layer of goosebumps to ooze from his body.

"I'm ...... What the hell? ”

Zhao Ke couldn't help muttering in his heart.

The Yizhuang in front of him is still the Yizhuang.

It's just that it's not the Yizhuang of Fangcai.

In front of me, I saw blue bricks and gray tiles, and the chimneys on the houses were still steaming white mist.

The bluestone path on the ground was spotless.

Even the coffin on the side is brand new.

As if to prevent the coffin from being exposed to the sun, the coffin was also carefully covered with a layer of black cloth.

"Old man, it's time to eat, hurry up!"

I only heard an unfamiliar shout in the room, and the strange thing is that after hearing the shout, I involuntarily said: "Come immediately!" ”

After Zhao Ke finished shouting, strange emotions suddenly surfaced in his heart.

If you feel it carefully, it seems that you are not yourself, but you are as if you are yourself.

If you want to elaborate, I can't tell why.

can only be said in Zhuangzi's sentence, Zhouzhuang dreams of butterflies, or butterflies dream of Zhouzhuang?

Seeing the big water tank on the side, Zhao Ke walked over and looked down.

Through the water in the water tank, you can see that your appearance at this time has changed as a person.

He was about fifty years old, with a slick head, a handful of hair at the back, and a ponytail.

Looking at the hairstyle of this money rat tail, I am afraid that it was around the time of Kangxi in the Qing Dynasty.

Well, it's naturally not the yin and yang head in the TV series, in fact, people in this era have almost no hairstyles, and they can't look at the ugly ones directly.

There is no so-called yin and yang head in the TV series.

It was a shape that existed at least in the late Qing Dynasty.

Although he is only fifty years old, his dark face is already full of wrinkles.

Especially the hands, which are covered with a thick layer of calluses, at first glance, they are pointing to these hands and eating carpenter's food for most of their lives.

"Old man, why are you stunned, hurry up, the noodles are going to be made."

At this time, I saw a woman in her early forties in the house come out, still holding a bowl of noodles in her hand.

Seeing Zhao Ke standing still, he couldn't help but say angrily: "What, it's not delicious down there?" And send it to you? ”

The woman stepped forward as she spoke, and put the noodles in front of Zhao Ke.

The mouth said very well, but after giving the noodles to Zhao Ke, he took out two cloves of garlic from the pocket of his apron.

Zhao Ke's heart warmed inexplicably, and he looked at the noodles in his hand, feeling that it really tasted like an old husband and wife.

But that's what I heard...... Why is it so awkward.

After thinking about it, if you come to it, you will be safe, and you will find out what is going on first.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke relaxed his mind, didn't enter the house, and sat on the big stone next to him with noodles and ate it.

The taste is naturally not very delicious.

Even the noodles are mixed with some coarse grains, and the taste is naturally not delicious.

However, Zhao Ke ate with relish.

With a clove of garlic, I slurred a few large bites of noodles and ate them.

Although it is not delicious, it also has a taste of home.

As soon as Zhao Ke finished eating, he heard a rapid knock on the door behind him!