Gu Xuanwu has been avoiding me.

He didn't want to see me anymore and locked himself in his room.

He said the last thing he said to me, Xiaochuan, think about it, what are you for?

In order to take revenge, he left Yangjia Village alive and waited with peace of mind.

If it was for Shen Yan, Gu Xuanwu said that I could break my thoughts.

As soon as I came out of the room, I met the village chief and sneakily approached Gu's house.

Gu Xuanwu's house does not lock the door, after nightfall, the paper man will help take care of it, and during the day, these people are allowed to enter and exit, completely unguarded.

"Where's your master?" The village chief said that he knelt outside the ancestral hall for a night last night, and he had to send Yin Shuai off this time, otherwise he was afraid that Yin Shuai would blame him.

It turned out that they didn't know what happened inside last night, they just thought that Gu Xuanwu used the Soul Suppression Nail to calm Yang Jin's soul, I frowned, pointed to Gu Xuanwu's house next to him and said that he was inside.

"Yang Jin's body is all ready, just wait for him to come over and bury him."

"Don't wait too much for the first seven?" I was stunned for a moment, the village chief's reproachful eyes, said I didn't understand, he said that Yang Jin is a hot potato, it's better to lose it early.

"Last night, someone heard a child's cry in Yinshan, saying that the voice was like Yang Wen's."

The village chief whispered a few words, he urged me to find Gu Xuanwu, but Gu Xuanwu was stubborn, he didn't see me, just when I hesitated, the door opened suddenly, and I was stunned.

bumped into him, and I hurriedly took a few steps back, unable to say what feelings I had for Gu Xuanwu.

He had a tense face, Gu Xuanwu had changed his clothes today, the dark green robe, shiny, he hadn't seen it, and went straight to the village chief and said that he wanted to see Yang Jin's body first.

I was stunned, Gu Xuanwu turned around, and said in a cold voice: "Don't keep up yet." ”

Yang Jin's body had been sent to the grave mountain, and when we arrived, the grave mountain was actually foggy, and there was a lot of white mist in those messy bushes, and the leaves were stained with water droplets.

Gu Xuanwu glanced up at me, and his voice was still cold, telling me to be careful not to get caught in those fogs.

I nodded, my face was very hot, I don't know what's wrong, I always feel that after last night, Gu Xuanwu held back his anger, he wouldn't say it, but it was all on his face.

Yang Jin's body had become crumpled and shrunk into jerky, and was placed in that deep pit.

Gu Xuanwu said that there was no big problem, and instructed them to slowly close the coffin board.

But suddenly there was a gust of wind, which made the leaves rattle, and the dew fell on me like raindrops, and I subconsciously dodged.

Suddenly, a strange cry, enveloping us little by little, was the cry of a child.

Frightened, the group of Yang family members began to mess up, they were in a hurry, and the coffin board was put down horizontally and smashed heavily on the coffin.

I saw Yang Jin's crumpled corpse, and suddenly flicked.

I was so frightened that I took a step back, and the cry didn't decrease, but grew louder and louder.

"What kind of cry is this?"

Someone asked, Gu Xuanwu said in a deep voice, let them not be anxious, stand up first, and close Yang Jin's coffin, otherwise something will happen in a while.

Gu Xuanwu was very serious, but the group of Yang family members said that this was a vision, and it was haunted.

"Hurry up!" Gu Xuanwu scolded and exploded above my head, I was startled, only to realize that his face was flushed, as if he had vented all the accumulated anger.

That group of people was murdered by Gu Xuanwu, probably the first time they had seen Gu Xuanwu so fierce.

"The little ghost is crying, it is to attract a ghost, and if you don't finish it, just wait here to hold your head." Gu Xuanwu was indignant, and for the first time he saw his angry appearance.

Although it didn't jump on its feet, it was particularly terrifying, more permeating than the diffuse cry of the little ghost.

When the coffin board was closed, the little ghost's cry was getting closer and closer, it was Yang Wen, it was Yang Wen coming.

I grabbed the branch and saw the child, who was hanging by a rope, descending from the sky, dressed in bright red clothes, and his empty eyes, bleeding from the air.

I clutched my neck, I don't know what force I was exerting, but the group of people all clenched their necks in unison.

Suffocation...... Strike.