People actually don't like to be lonely, and Bu Xi Huaiwen doesn't like it either, the reason why he stubbornly deceived Bu Xi and Wuyu, in the final analysis, was actually afraid.

Different from the Gu village in Miaojiang, the corpse chaser has been avoiding too much contact with their inheritance by the female dependents in the village over the years, which Bu Xi Huaiwen knows very well, even the latest male born in the village in recent years, the elders of the family are very strange that they have not taken the initiative to teach anything, and have even begun to send them outside.

But the elders in the village seem to be deliberately cutting off the inheritance of their own lineage......

Wufu should take his sister away at this time, Bu Xi Huaiwen never worries that Wufu will live up to the things entrusted to him, he has full trust in Wuyu's character, but he is also a little regretful, it is a pity that Wufu is a monk, or a responsible and pious little monk.

The water in the river has begun to churn, and Bu Xi Huaiwen's face slowly turns pale, and the souls of those who die in the water usually wander in the water, or wander on the riverbank.

Bu Xi Huaiwen didn't know how many unjust souls were buried in this water to cause such a violent scene.

The yellow cloth in the water was unexpectedly spread out, and in the moonlight the black river water was smoothly spread into a boxy piece of gold, no matter how the river water boiled, the yellow cloth was always stable, and the bones originally wrapped in the yellow cloth were lying quietly on the yellow cloth.

In the Qing Dynasty, corpse boats always capsized, which attracted the attention of the first group of corpse chasers, and the corpse chasers who tried to unravel the mystery did not escape the doom of the river in the end.

The river slapped on Bu Xi Huaiwen's body, and the biting coldness made Bu Xi Huaiwen shiver, but the soul awakening spell in his mouth was a little more fierce, and it looked extremely monotonous and weird in the howling wind.

And what made Bu Xi Huaiwen begin to palpitate was that the dark clouds in the night were surging by the strong wind, covering the moon, which was not a good sign.

It seemed that in order to fulfill Bu Xi Huaiwen's premonition, there was a sudden thunder in the night, and the volley exploded in the air, and the lightning and thunder burst out at the same time in only an instant.

Bu Xihuaiwen's face was as earth-colored, and the awakening curse was abruptly disconnected, and it stopped abruptly, but he staggered and fell to the ground in a strange tone.

Bu Xi Huaiwen looked at the river in horror, the thick river water like blood, turning over the waves, with the ups and downs of the river, it was the dense head of people, and the withered yellow eyes looked straight at Bu Xi Huaiwen, as if he was struggling to jump out of the river, but from beginning to end, he could only show a hateful head, and finally angrily opened his mouth to vent his unwillingness, and Bu Xi Huaiwen could even see the rotten throat when they opened their mouths.

People laugh and scold and cry, and they will make sounds, which is actually the resonance frequency caused by qi and spirit, and the corpse roar is actually the same, but the difference is qi, the negative aura accumulated in the corpse is like a tuyere, so the corpse roar is as loud as the wind.

When the roar of the corpse is thick enough to tear the soul of a living person apart.

Bu Xi Huaiwen's eyes were in a trance for a moment, and then he gradually became sluggish, straightened up indifferently, and walked towards the middle of the river step by step, but his whole body was constantly twitching, and there was white saliva dripping on his chest at the corner of his mouth, which was a sign that the three souls had no owner.

Seeing Bu Xi Huaiwen step by step, the faces floating in the river were twisted violently, and the blue and white lips opened and closed up and down, hissing like a snake spitting letters.

As soon as Bu Xi Huaiwen left the river bank with one foot, countless arms stretched out from the blood-red river water, grabbed Bu Xi Huaiwen's ankle tightly, and fell down fiercely.

Bu Xi Huaiwen's hair spread out from the surface of the river, and the ink halo rippling in a blood-red was extremely dazzling, and finally, the hair was gone, only muffled bubbles, cooing smaller and smaller......

The thunder fell again, splitting the bones in the yellow cloth into powder, the moon was gone, and it began to rain heavily, and the Sanqing Dementor Bell in the silt on the river bank suddenly shook violently by its own weird self.

On the yellow cloth, a translucent person gradually sat down, with green clothes and green hats and rotten straw shoes, blurred eyebrows and eyes, but with a breath of fresh air, the man's eyebrows were upside down, and he looked coldly at the blood red under him, and the head of the person hissing and spitting on the river, suddenly opened his mouth and let out a soft sound angrily......

The frequency of the Sanqing bell on the river bank seemed to be beyond the limit of what he could bear, and finally there was a cry-like piercing sound, and it cracked and shattered.

Only the pouring rain was still falling uncontrollably, and the muddy water flowed into the river.

In the town, the people who got up at night looked at the sudden heavy rain blankly, reached out and took a palm of rainwater, sniffed it under their noses, the thick smell of earth, and the dazed faces of the people who got up at night turned into a thick joy, muttering to themselves, it was raining heavily, which means that the winter has completely passed, after this level of heavy rain, the grass on the grassland will grow very quickly, that is, it is very strange, the first rain of this spring is also a little too big.

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The ancestral hall of the Qiannan Buxi family is full of oil lamps, and the columns are placed in a ladder shape to the top of the ancestral hall, and there are no less than 10,000 lamps.

Most of the oil lamps have been extinguished and covered with dust, and the oil in the oil lamps has long since dried up.

And the uneven oil lamps that are still burning, there are only the bottom three columns, which means that the three generations who are still alive, those oil lamps that are still on, someone will come to fill them with lamp oil every morning, and the lamppost under each oil lamp has a person's name wrapped with a triangular yellow charm.

The middle one at the bottom has been lit for more than 20 years, but it suddenly went out at this time, leaving only a dark red spark on the wick, flickering and struggling, at the same time, a historic oil lamp in the middle of the top echoed from afar, giving birth to a trace of green fire, the yellow charm under the old lamp, has long been rotten, revealing a few words full of ancient meaning on the lamppost, Bu Xi Chensha.

Cinnabar, the ancients took the cinnabar of Chenzhou in Xiangxi as the most, called cinnabar, although the cinnabar is heavy on the corpse, but it is used to make its own name, it is stupid if it is not stupid!

On the train, the little monk naturally had nothing extra to say, and it was too difficult for him to bother to please the girl's family, so he just took a scripture book from the prayer basket to recite it silently.

Miss Buxi ignored Wufu angrily, just looked over and over at the letter sealed with red wax in her hand, her temperament was just the opposite of Wufu, thinking in her heart, her brother didn't want to tell him what he was hiding when he wrote a letter, it was really necrotic, so thinking, Miss Buxi shrank her head, her eyes turned slyly, and she scraped off the solidified red wax little by little, big deal, after reading it, it was sealed with wax again......

Miss Buxi carefully took out the letter with anticipation, and when she looked at it, she was stunned, and then the ruddy flush on her face quickly receded, and was replaced by a pale face and horror.

Because in that envelope, there was only a blank piece of paper.

"Brother!" Miss Buxi only shouted a long word with a crying voice, and then fainted.

As soon as they came out, it suddenly rained heavily, and they hurriedly looked for something to shelter from the rain.

Old man Xiao looked up at the lightning and thunder in the rainy night, and let out a miserable laugh when he didn't come: "The red-haired green ghost does not turn into bones, and the night is fat and the day is thin and harms the spirit......"