Counting from Wancheng, this is already the sixth day.

Even the energetic Su Cheng couldn't help but wilt a little, and every night he would run to the wild to absorb Yuehua for vomiting while everyone was not paying attention, but without the blessing of soul power, the progress of cultivation almost stagnated!

"How long will it take to get to Chang'an, I want to find the soul!"

Hunting hares, small snakes and other animals in the wild simply does not provide enough soul power, and he only hopes that Chang'an, an international metropolis during the Tang Dynasty, can encounter countless souls every day.

The road is bumpy with wheels, the wooden wheels have no springs, everyone farts. There was a cushion underneath the thighs, but it was still sore.

It wasn't a day of slow progress on an ox-cart, but a day in a horse-drawn cart.

After a few days, everyone was complaining of misery and exhaustion.

Fortunately, I finally arrived at Changle Station, which was the last post station in front of Chang'an, only five kilometers away from the city.

Travelers, especially officials returning to Chang'an to report on their work, must take off their brigade uniforms here and change into formal clothes before entering Chang'an City.

Even if Pei Zhen had a mansion in Chang'an, he was not going to enter the city in the evening, but sent someone to send a letter back to his house first, and he and the convoy stopped here for a night.

Now everyone's mental outlook is not very good, discouraged and listless.

At this time, the post station was already overcrowded, officials from all over the country gathered here, Pei Zhen was already busy going over to socialize, and the servants were chatting at the Chase Shop.

"You know what? This station seems to be haunted, a little evil! A middle-aged man who had arrived two days early sat on the threshold and spat on it.

"What's going on?"

"Tell me about it!"

It's okay to be idle left and right, and everyone is very interested in this kind of supernatural event.

Even Su Cheng, who originally wanted to take a nap to cultivate, couldn't help but prick up his ears, wanting to hear what was going on.

The man said unhurriedly, "Actually, there is a kitchen in the backyard, and something strange happened five days ago. The cook here originally wanted to roast chestnuts on the stove, but a hand reached out from the window next to the stove and asked him to eat them, and that hand could even speak! ”

"Really? Someone can't be pretending to be a ghost. ”

"It must have been the rest of the people who found out that the cook was stealing food and wanted to divide the two chestnuts."

"What kind of thing is this, it's not as weird as the things in our village. I'm going to tell you about ......."

The middle-aged man's words were not taken to heart by everyone because they sounded like a prank.

But now that the topic is open, it naturally can't be closed, and everyone is sharing the stories they hear.

Su Cheng kept this in his heart and planned to wait until after dinner to find out!

"What if the cook is too scared to roast chestnuts?"

In the end, it is the people who have a lot of nerves and how much they love chestnuts that can insist on roasting them even though they are frightened every day.

Anyway, a post station is a post station, and the public allocates money, and Su Cheng sneaks in every night to secretly eat a bunch of food.

When night fell, the whole post station was lit with candles and oil lamps, and the officials in front of them were still drinking and talking, and the bold cook in the back kitchen actually began to roast chestnuts again after cleaning up the stove!

Su Cheng on the beam couldn't help but sigh silently, if that supernatural event was not a rumor, the cook would really be dead.

He crouched in the shadows, waiting for the strange hand to appear.

The cook, who looked a little stout and had a short beard under his slightly collapsed nose, dragged the wooden bench on the floor to the stove and threw the chestnuts into the stove without fire.

The charcoal that shimmered red still emitted heat, and Su Cheng could only see the cook's curved back when he looked at it from this angle, and the window happened to be next to the stove.

The aroma of roasted chestnuts slowly came out of the stove, and there was a "pop", which was the sound of the shell cracking.

Su Cheng couldn't help but lick his tongue, a little bit wanting to eat.

I saw the cook reach into the stove with a fire stick and pluck the roasted chestnuts out of the charcoal pile one by one.

After a few moments of cooling, put the ripe chestnuts in your hand and begin to peel them with your fingernails.

The cook ate with relish, and the window was slowly pushed open!

A wrinkled hand slowly reached in through the window, as if it had passed through the years, and gently swayed up and down.

Su Cheng was clever, his eyes were fixed on the strange hand, he didn't smell anyone at all, unless this hand didn't belong to a person!

"Give it to me! Give me! ”

There was a voice outside the window that could not hear gender and age, like a woman, like a child, but also like an old man in the twilight.

Probably in the last few days, the cook has easily put the unpeeled chestnuts on that hand.

After the strange hand grasped the chestnut, it retracted out of the window as quickly as it appeared!

It doesn't seem malicious, but it always makes people feel hairy, and they will be laughed at by others when they say it.

Su Cheng quietly scurried to the roof tiles when the strange hand appeared, and he found that the entire backyard was surrounded by a fence, and if someone climbed over the wall, he would definitely see it.

His eyes have the ability to see at night, whether it is under the shade of a tree or in the shade of a house, there is no trace of humans or animals, and there is no strange thing!

"It's kind of interesting, I like to eat roasted chestnuts."

Obviously, he can see it clearly, but at this moment his memory is a little disordered, is that strange hand left or right?

Su Cheng knew that this matter was definitely not a deliberate prank, so he jumped lightly from the roof to the back of the courtyard, and began to search inch by inch.

Could it be that the strange hand has a stealth technique or a retreat technique, otherwise how could it have disappeared without a trace so quickly?

It couldn't be an illusion this time, and he took precautions after taking it once.

Suddenly, a faint aroma of chestnuts came from the locust tree in the corner, Su Cheng looked up, and saw that when the moon was dark and the wind was high, the lush locust tree was shaking its branches and leaves, and making a rattling sound.

Do not plant mulberry in front, do not plant willows in the back, and do not leave ghosts in the courtyard.

This ghost is referring to the locust tree!

There is a saying in the countryside that you can't plant locust trees in the yard, because it belongs to the yin, has the name of the ghost in the wood, and can gather lonely souls and wild ghosts.

The locust tree in front of me is estimated to be decades or hundreds of years old, and if it is a ghost, it seems to be reasonable. It doesn't hurt people, it doesn't hurt people, and the locust tree that only eats chestnuts seems a little cute?

If it was a thousand-year-old locust tree, Su Cheng would have turned around and left a long time ago, and he would not have died at all.

Now it's just that he has become a cat, and everything is magnified many times in his eyes, so there is a visual difference.

If you let the gourd devour a spirit, how much soul power will it be fed back?

People die for money, birds die for food, and Su Cheng, whose cultivation is at an impasse, plans to take a risk, first disguise himself as an ordinary cat and come over to take a look, if it is really a locust tree spirit at the level of a tree demon, then he can hide as far as he can.