I looked at the little spear's face, and I didn't feel the slightest surprise.

What really surprised me was that before Chen Sandad died, he used astrology to divinate and divinate to this day.

Within seven days, the Martial Saint True Monarch will come to our village to punish the evil and slay the demons, and it has actually been fulfilled in this way!

I looked behind the little spear, pretending to be Zhou Cang, it was the ninth uncle, and pretending to be Guan Ping, it was the old child.

At this time, to the west of the meadow, another person ran over in a panic.

It was Xiao Xiyue, she was holding a drumstick in her left hand, a tambourine in her right hand, and a big cymbal hanging around her neck.

"Brother! Why didn't you wait for me to show up, and then you solved it? Xiao Xiyue asked angrily.

The little spear ignored her, and instead kept staring at me.

I felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by him, and I wanted to lean down and pick up my shotgun first.

The little sharpshooter grabbed me by the shoulder.

"Don't move."

Then the little sharpshooter approached me and sniffed around me with his nose.

"What is this guy going to do?" I wondered in my heart.

Suddenly, the face of the little sharpshooter changed.

"He smells of death!" Said the little sharpshooter.

Uncle Nine and the old child both leaned over and looked at me warily.

"Brother, you're mistaken, he's a living person, I'm sure!" Xiao Xiyue said eagerly.

The little spear shook his head and beckoned to Guan Ping.

"Print!"

"Printed!" Guan Ping, played by the old child, took a step forward.

The little spear took the seal and repeatedly stamped it on my body several times, but there was no response.

He took the seal, and then let me go.

"He's really alive, it's okay, do your job." Said the little sharpshooter.

"Brother, your god has passed by." Xiao Xiyue said dissatisfiedly.

Uncle Nine shook his head and said to Xiao Xiyue: "The young class master is also careful to sail the boat for ten thousand years, and he can't repeat the tragedy of the old class master." ”

"He has three life fires, how can he not be a living person?" Xiao Xiyue said.

"What if he's a luke?" The old kid interjected.

I couldn't understand what they were saying at all.

Uncle Nine came over and said that he was sorry for the offense just now, and asked me to help take the Glaive Knife in his hand.

I took the knife and found it incredibly light.

Because it's not a real knife at all, it's just an opera prop made of pulp paper and wood.

But this ...... How did the little sharpshooter use it to cut off the night owl's head just now?

I looked at the face of the glaive blade, which was painted with a dense vermilion incantation, and in that incantation, I saw the words "like a law" at a glance.

I vaguely guessed the true identity of this troupe.

The little spear took off his robe, held it in his hand, sat on a stone, and looked at the ninth uncle and the old child who were cramping and skinning the night owl spirit.

"This spirit is a treasure, wings and beaks can be used as robes, feathers can be used as mustaches, and that pair of claws are also treasures, offering to the house can ward off evil spirits and attract wealth, and soaking in wine can strengthen the body and eyes, but we don't need it, just give it to that little brother."

Uncle Nine answered, cut off the pair of jet-black and shiny claws, and handed them to me.

"Brother! I told you, this little brother has a kind! He is a mortal, and he dares to fight this spirit alone! Xiao Xiyue looked at me with appreciation.

The little spear shook his head, and said What's the use of that, a reckless man, if they hadn't arrived in time just now, I would have been a corpse for a long time now.

Hearing this, I was inevitably a little annoyed, but I had to admit that he was right.

At this moment, the little sharpshooter stood up and walked up to me.

"Although you are a living person, I am not wrong about the faint smell of death on your body.

"I'm going to ask you a question, and you answer honestly."

I nodded.

"Have you ever seen the resurrected dead?"

My face turned pale.

Of course, I've seen it.

But I can't say.

I have already guessed just now, the little magic spear is probably a Taoist priest who kills evil spirits and ghosts, if I tell them about the resurrection of my sister and Xiaofeng, the little magic spear will definitely get rid of the two of them!

However, when the little spear saw my expression, he already knew the answer, and I definitely couldn't hide it from him.

"Speak quickly!"

"Yes." I nodded.

"Where did you see that? Who is it? ”

I said that the man's name was Chen San, and he was killed by me once, and then he was resurrected.

Then I told Xiao Shengun about Chen San from beginning to end without concealment.

After hearing this, the little magic spear shook his head, saying that Chen San was just a fake death and was misdiagnosed, not the resurrected corpse he was looking for.

But Chen San has now been snatched away by the night owl spirit, and his whereabouts are unknown, and as people in the Daomen, they can't ignore it.

The little spear went to sniff the corpse of the night owl spirit, and let us follow him to find Chen San.

Following the demonic aura, we followed the little spear to a nearby wood.

In the middle of the woods, in the hollow of a large pine tree, we found Chen San unconscious.

"One of the three life fires is missing, and one is extinguished, I'm afraid I won't wake up." The little spear frowned and looked at Chen San.

I heard the elders of the village say that a person has three fires, one on the top of his head and one on his shoulders.

If you don't have one, you will go insane and go crazy.

If you don't have two, you will become a living dead who will never wake up.

If you lack three lights, you are completely dead and breathable.

The fire above Chen San's head was taken away by the night owl spirit when he was a child, so he has been suffering from epilepsy.

Now, the fire on his left shoulder has also been extinguished, so he must be a living dead.

"There's no way around it?" I asked.

"Immortals are hard to save." Said the little sharpshooter.

I don't believe that Chen San is really hopeless, at that time, Chen San's father's divination clearly said that Chen San could be saved.

At this time, I suddenly thought of another thing that Chen San's father had confessed.

"Baby." I say.

When I left the meadow before, I had already picked up the gong, and then removed the wooden pole pinned to my waist, and handed it to the little spear.

I didn't see it before, what is the treasure of this gong and wooden bang? Why did that little face want to get it?

After the little spear was taken, he took a closer look.

"There is nothing special about the gong, it's just that the year is a little longer, and this wooden gong is ......"

Little Sharpshooter's eyes lit up.

"This wooden pole is Fuso wood! No wonder the spirit was so coveted. ”

The little spear told me that in the record of the "Classic of Mountains and Seas", the Fusang tree is a sacred tree that grows on the sea in the East, and the legendary three-legged crow inhabits the Fusang tree.

Therefore, there is a saying that birds can get Fusang wood branches, and they can attain the Tao and ascend to immortals.

That little face should have had this idea, thinking that if he got Fusang Wood, he would be able to become a real night wandering god.

Actually, it thinks too much, myths and legends are legends after all, not true.

Although the Fuso tree in reality is rare, it does not have such mysterious power, it is just an ordinary tree that is just strong and yang.

"However, this Fusang wood can save your partner's life." Said the little sharpshooter.

The little spear took a fire fold and lit it to the wooden pole.

Then, the little spear put the burning wooden bang at Chen San's left shoulder, and kept roasting it.

"The attribute of Fusang wood is to be yang to rigidity, and the flame that ignites is a pure yang fire, which can rekindle the fire of life that has been extinguished." Said the little sharpshooter.

About a quarter of an hour later, the wood burned out.

At the same time, Chen San coughed a few times and showed signs of waking up.

My jaw dropped in surprise.

"The fire on his left shoulder has been rekindled, and now he can't wake up because he has been hungry for too long and has no strength, you can carry him back and pour some rice soup." Said the little sharpshooter.

I hurriedly thanked the little spear for Chen San.

"No need, as a person in the Daomen, it is my duty to punish evil spirits and kill demons, save lives and help the wounded." Said the little sharpshooter.

Hearing this, I felt a little more admiration for them in my heart.

At the same time, I also admire Chen San's father.

Everything was like his divination, and there was no mistake.

I'm starting to believe that his astrology is real.

The broken book he gave me can't be used anymore to pad the legs of my family's dinner table!

After that, I carried Chen San on my back and separated from the little spear.

They told me not to reveal their identities to anyone, they still had important business to do, and they needed to continue to hide.

In addition, Ge's old woman's body doesn't have to be taken care of, her death is self-inflicted, even if her body is found by the villagers in the future, it can only be seen that it was attacked by birds of prey, and she can't find trouble with others.

In the end, Xiao Xiyue told me emphatically, if you find out about the resurrection of the dead, you must tell them as soon as possible, otherwise it will be our entire village that will suffer from the catastrophe.

Hearing this, I nodded, but my heart was very hesitant.

After that, I carried Chen San back to his house, first poured him rice soup to hang himself, and then called his aunt next door to take care of him, and everything was taken care of before I went back to my home.

It was already past twelve o'clock in the morning.

When I got home, I found that the lights were on, and my parents were sitting on the wicker chairs in the hall, and they were not sleeping.

As soon as my parents saw me coming back, they immediately rushed up and grabbed my arm left and right.

"The sea, your sister ......"

"Your sister just came back!"