When night fell, Uncle Nine and Zhang Xuan had dinner in the old man's Yizhuang, and the corpses that had been transformed were also disposed of by the old man, so they drove the corpses and continued on the road.

But before leaving, the old man and Uncle Jiu admonished: "Recently, the money has been very tight, such orders have begun to be accepted, and the five corpses that became corpses last night are all young people." ”

Young people are jargon, that is, people who die unexpectedly, not birth, old age, sickness and death, and such a trade is rarely accepted unless it is offered at a high price.

Uncle Nine took a deep breath and said, "This trip is for someone else, and the business is not for me." ”

"No wonder, you have to be extra careful on that road!" The old man admonished.

Uncle Nine thanked him, and he went on the road.

The rest of the way, everything went smoothly, after walking for more than half a night, Uncle Nine pointed to an ancient temple in the distance and said, "There is no Yizhuang in this area, we can only rest in the ancient temple in front of us." ”

"If you keep walking, before dawn, there will be no Yizhuang?" If you want to live in the wild, of course Zhang Xuan doesn't like it very much, after all, the ancient temple feels terrifying when you think about it.

"In this business, don't be so picky, it's not easy to have a place to stay." Uncle Nine answered.

The two of them drove the corpse and continued to walk for a while, and then came to the gate of the ancient temple.

This ancient temple has only one tiled house, although it is dilapidated, but because passers-by often stay overnight, it does not look so deserted.

"Jingle bell, jingle bell!" Uncle Nine continued to sing: "Yin people go to the road, and the living avoid ......"

When I arrived at the door, Uncle Nine beckoned me to go in first.

I pushed open the dilapidated door, and immediately a knife was placed around my neck, catching me off guard.

Zhang Xuan looked at the room in surprise, it was really lively here, there were five people living there, and two of them had already put knives on his neck.

In addition, there is another scholar huddled in the corner, two men, one is richly dressed, about forty years old, wearing a felt hat, this costume, at first glance, is an outsider, the man who follows him, who looks like a tiger's back, should be an outsider.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, we're Maoshan corpse chasers, and we want to spend the night here, I wonder if it's convenient?" Even though Zhang Xuan knew which knives couldn't hurt him, the feeling of being on his neck was still timid.

"Corpse chaser, it's really unlucky, damn, you can stay, but don't let any of your toys in, understand?" The two strong men shouted for a while, then put away the big knife and sat down on the ground fiercely.

When the scholar heard that a corpse was coming, his whole body trembled in fright, and his body curled up even tighter.

At this time, Zhang Xuan returned to the house and explained the situation to Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Nine pondered for a moment and said, "It's not impossible for the corpses to be placed directly outside the door, but before dawn, they must be driven back to the house." ”

Zhang Xuan nodded and responded, "Well, then let's go in first!"

Uncle Nine responded: "Wait, I'll arrange for them to stand up!" ”

"Jingle Bell...... Jingle ......" The corpses formed a long line after a while, standing on both sides of the door.

"Damn, can you stop arguing!" The two big men, shaking the knives in their hands again, came out.

Zhang Xuan was also angry and wanted to argue, but Uncle Nine stopped him: "Senior brother, don't make trouble." ”

Then, seeing him step forward, he smiled and talked to the two of them: "Two big brothers, I really can't help it, these corpses only listen to the instructions of the bell, if they disturb you, I'm really sorry." ”

"Damn, shout at me again to cut off your head."

"That's it, damn it, if you don't want to die, give Lao Tzu some stability."

Zhang Xuan stepped forward again, but was blocked by Uncle Nine again.

When the two returned to the house, Uncle Nine whispered, "These two must die tonight, don't worry about the dead." ”

"Huh?" Zhang Xuan looked surprised and asked, "Will you die?" ”

"Well, their bodies are full of death, it looks like they are not far from death, there are still people inside, right, then we have to pay special attention, tonight's ancient temple seems to be in danger."

Zhang Xuan took a deep breath and followed Uncle Nine into the ancient temple.

Uncle Nine silently came to a corner of the wall, took out a straw curtain from his package, and spread it on the ground.

"Sit down!" Uncle Nine whispered to Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan squatted down and sat back to back with Uncle Nine, who was facing the wall, closed his eyes and rested.

Zhang Xuan didn't feel sleepy, so he carefully observed the five people in front of him, and Uncle Nine said that the two big men with sabers would die, but everyone here at present, except for him and Uncle Nine, no one else was lethal.

The scholar didn't say anything, he was curled up in the corner of the wall at the moment, his body was trembling faintly, probably thinking of the large row of corpses standing outside the door, he was frightened!

Looking at the staff and entourage, the staff is obviously a little timid, but the strong man doesn't care, light a cigarette, keep smoking, occasionally choke on the cigarette, and cough or two.

"It's him, it must be him!" Zhang Xuan felt that it was right that it was the outside entourage that killed the two knife-wielding people in a while.

If so, don't worry about it, they will definitely clash for some reason.

Judging from the image and language of the two sword-wielding men, maybe the two of them are bandits and bandits, so if they can have a conflict with outsiders, it must be because of money disputes!

Zhang Xuan ruled out the possible situation, after all, Zhang Xuan and Uncle Jiu also took a certain risk when they came out of this trip, and it was still unknown whether the death of the four-eyed Daoist would happen to them.

It was precisely because of this that Zhang Xuan closed his eyes, but did not fall asleep.

After a while, there was a thick snoring sound in the room, Zhang Xuan opened his eyes, and saw the two people who were snoring suspected of being bandits, the two of them were lying on the ground, and there was no straw curtain.

Zhang Xuan closed his eyes, but fell asleep in a daze.

Suddenly, a scream rang out: "Dead man, dead man!" ”

Zhang Xuan opened his eyes suddenly, and saw the staff rushing in in a panic.

The entourage outside the staff was pushed by the outside staff, and after several pushes, he woke up and said in horror: "Master, what's wrong, what's going on?" ”

"Dead man, dead man!"

At this moment, Zhang Xuan noticed that the entourage outside the staff was panicked, and the scholar was so frightened that he curled up even tighter, his whole body was trembling violently, and his mouth seemed to be still muttering: "I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid...... I'm not afraid ......."

Subsequently, Zhang Xuan and Uncle Jiu went out with the two of them, and saw two corpses lying not far from the old temple, and the deceased were two guys who looked like bandits.

Uncle Nine approached, tried the breathing of the two, and saw that they had completely lost their breath.

Zhang Xuan squatted down, his eyes fell on the foreheads of the two deceased, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly, the two of them died in exactly the same way, the heavy object smashed the door of the head, this is almost exactly the same as the death of the four-eyed Taoist!