Aomine smelled the air, and his face immediately changed. He whispered into his master's ear and said, "Master, I smell a smell." Like some kind of animal stomach acid! ”

"You mean, the big 'doors' of the coffin shop and the tailor's shop were all corroded by the stomach acid of the black shadow last night." The same traces can be found in tailors' shops. It is not difficult to guess that it must be related to the black shadow that attacked Tailor Xu last night.

"Eighty percent of them are haunted. What the hell is in our Zhuangzi? A villager shivered beside him.

"Look at that coffin, it seems that Lao Wang just put the body of an outsider in it yesterday and fixed it with a seven-inch coffin nail. Now it was actually opened, and according to Lao Wang, the coffin was opened from the inside. Looks like there's something in there! I said, is it a corpse? "Don't show panic on the faces of a villager: "Yesterday, the man fell all over the place, and he must have died." But our Zhuangzi doesn't have a black cat, why did we cheat the corpse! ”

Ye was silent, and followed the words of the gossiping villagers and looked inside. Sure enough, the lid of the coffin that died yesterday was opened. He still remembered that two people had died in the last two days, one was Dongzi of the horse gang, and the other was Wang Wei of the caravan. The two were in two coffins.

It was the coffin that held Wang Wei, and for some reason it was removed, and the light began to brighten, and even the coffin nails could be seen scattered on the ground.

What's going on? Could it be that last night's black shadow was Wang Wei? It's impossible, that guy is too familiar in the few days he has been with the caravan, a 'bastard' who can only fight with people, and he has become a monster after only one day of death? Or is it the kind of youkai that doesn't have a demonic spirit?

Ye Buyu shook his head slightly, unreasonable! But he was even more suspicious.

"Daoist Zhou is here, everyone let me go." A group of people hurried over around a middle-aged man in a yellow 'colored' robe. To say that the occupational classification of this Bao'enzhuang is indeed very complete, blacksmiths, carpenters, tailor shops, coffin shops, and even Taoist priests who are responsible for red and white funerals. I just can't figure out where their food comes from.

Those foods consisted of rice and 'meat', and after eating for more than two days without saying anything, I couldn't tell if there was a problem. But food will never come out of thin air, and this Bao'en Village is in the eye of the storm, except for this small village, there is no room to grow crops at all. But where did this rice and noodles come from?

Although the village chief said that the storm would disperse in half a year, Ye Si made it clear that he was definitely lying. Ordinary people may not know, but he is a hunter himself, and since a small shifting array from a hundred years ago can be installed here, it means that there must be something to be bored. At least he can be sure that for more than a hundred years, his group is likely to be the only human being to enter Bao'en Village.

However, the villagers of Bao'enzhuang are just ordinary people. Too reasonable is unreasonable, not to mention that the existence of this village is unreasonable on your knees.

Daoist Zhou is in his forties, his face is wrinkled, and although his eyes are cloudy, a majesty pours out from his body from time to time. Ye Bu Si only glanced at him, and it was clear. This guy is supposed to be the descendant of the hunter, with a faint spiritual power on his body, and he should be maintaining the small shifting array under the bulletin board.

The Taoist priest squeezed into the coffin shop in the crowd, looking at the coffin lid that had been lifted, and a trace of 'essence' flashed in his eyes. He walked slowly to the coffin, glanced inside, and suddenly his face changed.

"It's a corpse, it's really a corpse!" Daoist Zhou seemed to be dancing with his hands, and after he was nervous for a while, he shouted, "Tailor Xu, you come in." ”

Tailor Xu was startled, and he cowered and didn't know whether to go in or not. Ye Bu was silent, his curiosity soared, he helped Tailor Xu, and said softly: "Old Xu, I'll accompany you to go in and have a look." ”

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry for you. Tailor Xu thought of being rescued by the two of them last night, and his heart was a little calmer.

The three of them walked into the coffin shop of the black 'hole' and 'hole'. Daoist Zhou's voice trembled a little: "Tailor Xu, don't be afraid. Let's take a look at what's in the coffin. ”

Tailor Xu held back his fear and looked cautiously into the coffin. I saw that Wang Wei's body was still in the coffin, and there were already signs of ** after only a day. The stench came to his face, and the bodies that were thrown were soft like marionettes, and even his head was abnormally tilted to the right.

When he saw the contents of the coffin, Tailor Xu was so frightened that he hugged his head and almost sat down on the ground.

Ye Bu was silently approaching the coffin to observe, and Daoist Zhou looked at him and did not stop him. Every once in a while, even he was amazed.

Wang Wei's body had obviously been stitched up, and the broken place had been tightly implicated with needles and threads. No matter how unnatural it is, it becomes a complete whole. The dense lines of various 'colors' loomed on the skin and 'flesh' of the corpse, and people felt chills in their hearts.

"Tailor Xu, is that what you stole last night?" Daoist Zhou pointed to the object tightly held in the corpse's right hand. Ye Bu looked in the direction of his fingers, and sure enough, the sewing kit stolen from the tailor shop was grabbed by the dead Wang Wei, and the needlework was scattered in the gap between the coffin and the corpse, which was very weird.

"Yes, it's mine. That corpse stole what I was eating! "Tailor Xu's brain can't turn, how can a dead man steal his own things? What's more, he, an outsider, cheats the corpse, and instead of stealing valuable things, he actually steals his own sewing kit. Could it be that he is unwilling to die and wants to go to the 'Yin' Cao Difu completely?

Daoist Zhou stuffed the needle and thread back into the box: "This corpse had a strong grudge before it died, so it was not easy to live after death. I'll do a ritual and return the box to you after a few days of raising it in the Sanqing Palace. Otherwise, things that are stained with corpse anger and resentment will not be good for you. ”

Tailor Xu didn't dare to speak, and walked out of the 'door' in despair. He simply packed up his things and didn't dare to live next to the coffin shop anymore.

"Mr. Night, this tailor's shop is for you to live in for the time being, so be careful yourself. I went to borrow a stay from relatives in Seongdong for a few days! Before leaving, the tailor Xu ordered the night to be silent.

Ye Bu nodded with a smile and waved goodbye to him. turned around and sank his face: "Qingfeng, is there a problem with the Taoist priest Zhou?" ”

"A little aura, a little stronger than ordinary people!" Aomine replied.

"That little aura, even if you know a little magic, I'm afraid you can't see the demonic energy or death energy. His hides can be blown into the sky. Ye Buyu nodded: "What's more, Wang Wei's corpse can't see any clues at all." It's strange, could it be that the black shadow that appeared last night was really the dead Wang Wei? ”