The cold wind of the winter night in Gusu City hurts people's cheeks, and there are not many pedestrians on the road.

The few are either homeless or people in the rivers and lakes.

For example, there are a few Jianghu customers who eat meat and drink wine at the supper stall, and they can't tell what a famous family is by looking at their body shapes and accessories.

Luo Xiyuan stepped forward and saluted with a fist.

"Dare to ask a few big brothers, do you know where Miss Green is buried after she dies?"

A few big men looked up, but it was a young swordsman, with a heroic face and polite manners.

Then he asked, "Who are you?" ”

Luo Xiyuan lit up the sword in his hand and said, "Kunlun Chaos Sword Sect, nameless faction, no teeth. I had a few encounters with Miss Green Rui, and before entering the teacher's door, I was a little flower begging along the street, and I received her favor. Passing by here, I happened to see a notice from the government and wanted to pay tribute to the grave. ”

Seeing that the young man looked sincere, and with some sadness, the young man did not forget the fundamentals, so he nodded and said: "The other person who was killed was a small sect master, so naturally someone collected the body for him." The green lady is a prostitute woman who was destroyed in the storm building, and it is such a way to die, it is estimated that the storm tower will be unlucky, and most of them were thrown into a mass grave ten miles on the outskirts of the city. ”

Luo Xiyuan said "thank you", quickly turned around, and disappeared into the night.

……

Ten miles on the outskirts of the city, mass graves.

The night owl screamed as if it were weeping blood.

In the darkness, a rickety old man was carrying an oil lamp, rummaging through the hillside where the bones were piled up, looking for something.

The pungent rancid smell, although lighter than the hot summer, is mixed with a bone-chilling chill, which makes it more difficult to walk.

The old man coughed violently a few times, almost coughing out his lungs. He squinted at presbyopia and flipped through a few more corpses, still finding nothing.

I couldn't help but sigh and said to myself: "This world is getting worse and worse......"

Although it has not yet reached the point of freezing three feet, Gusu is a water town, and the cold is especially heavy, the old man shivered a few times, and tightened the tattered cotton robe on his body.

I rubbed my hands back and forth, felt a little warmer, and continued to rummage.

Suddenly, at the earlobe of a corpse, a little golden light flashed, and the old man lowered the oil lamp and looked at the earlobe.

This is a female corpse, with three holes in each of the left and right earlobes, only the top hole has a gold earring the size of a grain of rice.

The old man looked at the female corpse again, her face and body were full of wounds, and the blood condensed into a black shell, crisscrossing every part of her body, and it was terrifying!

This kind of heinous killer method has never been seen in the old man's mass burial for many years.

The old man took out two bamboo hexagrams from his arms, raised them above his head, bowed to the female corpse, and chanted words in his mouth.

"Girl, the old man is really poor and helpless, borrow the things you left behind, if you know the soul, you will allow the old man to use it."

The old man threw the hexagram in his hand, one positive and one negative, which was a promise, so he bowed again, and then reached out and took off the earrings of the female corpse.

"You were dumped in this mass grave, and you will eventually be eaten by wild dogs, I will bury your corpse, even if it is a lonely ghost, you can leave a whole corpse. If you have any deep hatred, don't worry about it, go back as soon as possible, I hope you can have a good family in your next life, and you will have a worry-free and healthy life......"

After putting away the gold earrings, the old man rolled up the female corpse with a mat, transported it to a withered willow not far away, dug a deep pit, and buried it on the spot.

After burying it, he returned to the grim and foul-smelling pile of corpses and continued to rummage.

……

When the moon was in the woods, a young man in brocade clothes appeared in a mass grave.

The young man's beautiful and vivid face was in stark contrast to the lifeless and foul-smelling corpses on the ground, in the cold pale moonlight.

The old man raised his head, looked at the young man's clear apricot eyes, was not shocked, and asked calmly, "Childe is looking for someone?" ”

The young man nodded, he had been here for a while, and he had already learned what the old man was doing.

The old man coughed: "In this mass grave, people throw corpses over every day, both human and animal, regardless of their origins. ”

The young man's expression suddenly became a little ugly, as if he was angry and sad.

"I'm looking for a woman who is kind to me, and she's ...... She had countless wounds all over her body......"

The old man's voice was slightly choked, and according to his description, it should be the corpse of the woman buried earlier.

"Come with me."

The old man bent his back and walked slowly to the dead willow where the woman's corpse was buried.

"I took her relics, so I buried her here, since she has a relative, she is not a lonely ghost, you can take this thing, and you should leave a memory."

The old man held a pair of gold earrings the size of a grain of rice and handed them to the young man.

The young man glanced at the old man gratefully and accepted the pair of earrings.

"Uncle, was this sister in a relationship before she died?"

The old man was quite surprised, he squinted his cloudy old eyes, and looked at the brocade-clothed young man in front of him a few times.

"Uncle, can I borrow you a rake hoe, I think...... Take a second look at this sister who has been kind to me......"

The old man understood, dug up the woman's body again, and displayed it in front of the young man.

The boy almost gagged when he looked at the many horrific wounds on the woman's corpse. One after another, black wounds, like terrifying insects, densely crawled all over the female corpses and all over the body.

Looking at the figure, this woman must have been a fair lady when she was alive.

"The old man has been doing this detrimental thing here for decades, and this is the first time I have seen such a tragic death, and it is still a woman. Poor thing! ”

With emotion, the old man's face after the vicissitudes of life moved slightly.

The young man listened to the old man's words, thinking about the cause and effect, and hatred surged in his heart.

He stared at the wounds on the woman's corpse for a long time, and suddenly reached out to examine her eyelids and tongue, and after not seeming to find anything abnormal, he took a silver needle and stabbed it under her throat. However, the silver needle has not changed in the slightest.

The young man frowned slightly, as if puzzled, and finally untied the placket on her chest, and his body shook slightly, because the scar on the chest of the female corpse was almost the most part of the body. Densely covered with black, there is no trace of good meat to be seen.

The young man stared at the piece on the chest of the female corpse and pondered for a long time.

Finally, with a sigh, he took out two gold bars from his bosom and handed them to the old man.

"Uncle, I still have some urgent matters to deal with, you can take this money, please buy a coffin for this sister for me, and then choose a place to bury her." The rest of your old people will live on it, and you won't have to work in such a bad place anymore. ”

The old man accepted the gold bar and looked at the young man in disbelief.

"Thank you, old man!"

The young man smiled and said nothing, but the laughing old man looked a little sad.

The cold wind was biting, and the moonlight was soft, quietly leaking on the bones of a corpse, and there was an indescribable weirdness.

When the old man looked at the young man's figure and walked away, he stood there and muttered to himself.

"How nice it would have been if my cloth had met such a young man back then......

The wrinkled old face was suddenly covered with teardrops, and the gray hair was flying messily on the top of the head, full of vicissitudes and bitterness.

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