There was no excitement to see, and the crowd felt that the corpse in the early morning was too unlucky, so they all dispersed, and some who did not leave were also driven away by their families.

Except for the rotten yellow paper on the ground, everything else scattered was picked up by Bu Xihuaiwen with great care.

Ancient ink can be used in medicine, the older the ink, the more precious it is, but the ink that has been too old will be broken. And the green ink scattered on the ground is quite strong, but Bu Xihuaiwen can't see the age of this ink.

Everything was cleaned up, but Bu Xi Huaiwen did not move the corpse on the ground for a long time.

"The ink in your hand, when there are hundreds of years, it is rare to save to this appearance, Ming ancient ink has not been able to use it so far, so, the piece of green ink in your hand should be a thing of the Qing Dynasty, others do not know the goods only know how to see the excitement, you kid has a vision, and he picked up a big bargain by recognizing a dead man as an elder, if this ink is taken out, it can be sold at a sky-high price in the world!"

Old man Xiao looked at Bu Xi Huaiwen without moving his eyes.

Zhang Sanhui slapped his head and looked at Old Man Xiao in surprise: "Doesn't that mean that the dead people on this ground are also clear?" ”

Bu Xi Huaiwen's scalp tightened violently, then he raised his head, and looked at the old man Xiao and his party carefully, there were many people in chaos, and now it was deserted, but Bu Xi Huaiwen suddenly felt that Zhang Sanhui, who was combing his three-seven-point oily hair, was unusually familiar with his white face, and when he saw Yuan Yu, Bu Xi Huaiwen's eyelids opened violently.

Only then did he remember that he had seen and seen these people in front of him, and he had seen them!

When he was in Jiangxi, the Heavenly Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain had a relationship.

And among the many people who went to Longhu Mountain, Bu Xi Huaiwen has always acted as an inconspicuous passerby.

Seeing that Zhang Sanhui didn't know themselves, Bu Xi Huaiwen didn't break it, but only said to Zhang Sanhui: "The ancients couldn't get the things of today, but the people of today can get the antiquities, with an ancient ink, it can't prove anything!" ”

Zhang Sanhui couldn't refute it, and Old Man Xiao said again: "Not only this ink, but also other things you pick up!" Since you said that this is the remains of your elders, why didn't you take action, didn't you want to take something and abandon the bones here? ”

"Naturally, it's not ......" Bu Xi Huaiwen's tone suddenly became excited, paused, and after a long time, he suddenly said in an astringent voice: "The corpse is poisonous into the bones, and it ...... corrupt the whole body."

This second half of the sentence can already vaguely explain something.

Old man Xiao suddenly laughed: "Even if you know that it is corpse poison, you are not a layman!" ”

Seeing that Bu Xi Huaiwen didn't speak, Old Man Xiao said again: "No matter what, the time for a person to die is definitely not short, I just don't understand, where did this corpse come from and how did it appear here!" ”

And Yuan Yu suddenly pointed to the distance: "It's from there!" ”

The direction that Yuan Yu pointed to, at the end, was the Xilamulun River that flowed crosswise.

Yuan Yu said that above the river, the black gas was cloudy, and it seemed to be rushing to one place along the river......

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Yu's mouth was blocked by Xichen, whose face was as pale as paper, and then pulled Yuan Yu back to the guest house in a hurry......

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The body was burned by Bu Xi Huaiwen.

When night fell, the Bu Xi Huaiwen brothers and sisters and the little monk Wuyu stood on the bank of the Liao River.

Bu looked at his brother's slightly dignified back and asked, "Brother, the elders in the village let us go out of the village, isn't it just going to Longhu Mountain?" What are we doing here? Also, if that dead man is really our elders, how could the corpse fall into the river? ”

Bu Xi Huaiwen squatted down and said leisurely: "Xiaoxi, ancient books record that in the early Qing Dynasty, I drove the corpse in the first vein was actually called the corpse, because at first, the way we transported the corpse was actually a waterway, and the corpse boat was used to transport the corpse, but somehow, the corpse boat often capsized suddenly on the way, and there was no trace, some people said that it was because of the reef in the water, and some people attributed the reason to the turbulence of the river, but the strange thing is that only the corpse boat was born? From the very beginning, no one knew why! Because of all the capsized corpse ships, no one has ever carried the corpse alive! Xiaoxi, do you still remember what Elder Xiao of Taiyi Sect said today? He said, "The things that are on the corpse today are all things of the past......"

Miss Buxi looked at her brother even more blankly: "That brother, I still don't understand, what are we doing by this ghostly river?" ”

Bu Xi Huaiwen suddenly pulled the little monk over and saluted, and the little monk was in a hurry.

Bu Xi Huaiwen said: "No vain, I have something to trust!" ”

The little monk was sincerely frightened and at a loss.

"Take Nozomi back!" Bu Xi Huaiwen looked at his sister-in-law, but his words were extremely resolute.

Miss Buxi was naturally unwilling, and blamed: "Brother, you let me go back again!" Don't go back! Unless you go back too."

Bu Xi Huaiwen said with a smile: "I brought you here, just to let you recognize the way, ask you to go back, naturally there is something, I wrote a letter, you handed it over to the elders in the village, this letter is extremely important to our inheritance of Guizhou and Hunan corpses!" There is a big event about to be born, and I will be able to uncover the tip of the iceberg after hundreds of years of great secrets in the corpse, and my brother is here alone, in the end, he is weak! ”

As he spoke, Bu Xi Huaiwen stuffed the envelope sealed with red wax into Miss Bu Xi's hand.

This time, Miss Buxi didn't have any more temperament, clenched the letter, and pouted to see that it was innocent: "Don't send it to him, it's stuffy like a gourd all day long, except for reciting Amitabha, people beat him and scold him, and he doesn't fight back, and he doesn't fight back." I'm so angry, what's really going on the road, I'm going to watch him! ”

Wufu blushed and didn't speak.

Bu Xi Huaiwen frowned: "Wu is a monk, there is no need to go all the way with us, you were going to make trouble pestering others to be with us, and now you are talking about this, is it that the family spoils you and doesn't even understand the truth of being a man?" Let Wufu send you to the border of Guizhou and Hunan provinces, and with the Miao family village, I can rest assured,"

Miss Bu Xi felt that she was at a loss, and muttered: "I can go back by myself, the little monk should go away!" ”

Bu Xihuai said angrily: "Hurry up, take tonight's car, the sooner you go back, the better!" ”

The little monk lowered his head and slowly followed behind Bu Xi.

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The atmosphere in the guest house was somewhat silent.

Yuan Yu didn't know such silence, just because of his few words during the day.

After a long time, Old Man Xiao suddenly sat up and smiled meaningfully: "We should go too."

They raised their heads sharply.

"Go find the second child......" Old man Xiao smiled away, his fingers trembling slightly.

Bu Xi Huaiwen sat cross-legged on the bank of the river alone for a long time, with the ground ink beside him, until he estimated that his sister should go away, Bu Xi Huaiwen squinted at the river in the Liao River, the wind on the water surface, with a bit of fishy smell.

In the darkness beneath the slowly flowing river, there always seemed to be a vague black shadow flowing through the water.

Bu Xi Huaiwen took the green ink and wrote on the yellow cloth, 'The three souls are on the left, the seven spirits are on the right, returning to the gods and reversing the baby, and the soul is called to wake up the ......"

After writing, Bu Xi Huaiwen wrapped a piece of yellow cloth in the burned bones and threw it into the slow river.

Huang Bu stood in the water, Bu Xi Huaiwen took out the Sanqing Dementor Bell left by the corpse, shook it in the wind, the yellow cloth suddenly swirled, the river water was centered on the yellow cloth, and suddenly stopped flowing, in the river, there seemed to be something faintly roaring unwillingly, as if he wanted to struggle to break through something......