Wu Zhiyuan didn't know how to answer Dong Qian, in fact, he also avoided this question. A person always prefers to estimate the results of things that have not yet happened, and Wu Zhiyuan is such a mentality, although he knows in his heart that what should happen will always happen.

"I'm on my way." Wu Zhiyuan stood up from the steps, he looked at the brocade box in his hand, and suddenly wanted to ask Dong Qian about the hair in the brocade box, but after thinking about it, it was a little reckless, in case the hair in the brocade box was Dong Qian's private place, it would inevitably be embarrassing, so he changed the conversation and said, "Do you want to come in?" ”

"This hair is the fetal hair I cut from my head when I was full moon, and as long as you carry it, I will always be by your side." Dong Qian said quietly.

Wu Zhiyuan nodded, put the brocade box in his pocket, and got up and headed west. After walking a few steps, he suddenly looked back behind him and found that Dong Qian had disappeared.

Wu Zhiyuan did not stop along the way, and the vitality flew all the way, Rao was like this, and when he arrived at the place where he could see Wujia Village from afar, it was already noon on the second day.

Wu Zhiyuan remembered Sun Xiangu's advice, no matter who he saw or what he saw when he arrived in Wujia Village, he couldn't speak, considering this, Wu Zhiyuan planned not to go home first, so he went far west to bypass Wujia Village, go to the west of the village under the withered pine to see the situation, first choose a good hiding place, and then there will be no mistakes tonight.

The path under the withered pine leads to the west to the ancestral tomb of the Wu family, and there is a pile of dry yellow withered grass growing next to the path, Wu Zhiyuan squatted down in the grass, and found that the withered grass was too low to hide his body at all, and looked around, and there was nothing else that could cover his body. Just as he was hesitating, Wu Zhiyuan suddenly found a large bundle of firewood piled up not far from the east of the road, which was tied together with a rope, obviously packed up by the villagers, but he didn't have time to carry it home. Wu Zhiyuan moved the bundle of firewood to the withered pine, and the bundle of firewood was just used to hide.

After all the arrangements were ready, Wu Zhiyuan was afraid of being bumped into by the villagers, so he went around the west of the village to the north, and he planned to go to the foot of Longshan Mountain to take shelter for a while, and then come back in the evening. When passing by the Wu ancestral hall, Wu Zhiyuan deliberately went in to take a look, and the ancestral hall that was originally smashed by Dong Qian had been renovated by the villagers and basically restored to its original appearance. He didn't stop long, and went straight to the foot of Longshan.

Under the big stone in front of the lion guarding the mountain, the spring water dingdong, the drought has been removed, the spring water has regained its former vitality, Wu Zhiyuan washed his face by the waterhole, although it is late autumn, but the temperature of this spring water is very mild, and there is no chill, he has not entered the water from yesterday to now, so he picked up the spring water and drank two sips.

Wu Zhiyuan squatted on the edge of the pool, and suddenly found that there seemed to be a shadow in the water, Wu Zhiyuan was shocked, wiped the water stains on his face, looked closely, and found that the clear pool was at a glance, and there was nothing abnormal, he secretly thought that it might be that he didn't sleep all night last night, and was busy walking, so he was in a trance now.

Seeing that it is now three poles on the sun, it is still early before the end of the day, Wu Zhiyuan plans to find a place to sleep first. He walked under the mountain lion and remembered that the top of the mountain lion was a good place to sleep, not afraid of being seen by the people of Wujia Village who came to fetch water, and he could bask in the afternoon sun. Thinking of this, he condensed, his feet were strong, and his body rushed upward, jumping to the top of the mountain guarding lion.

Shigong Gushen once placed a Bagua concave mirror on the top of this mountain lion to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon and enhance the power of the Seven Evil Soul Locking Array, but later the Seven Evil Soul Locking Array failed, and the concave mirror was also broken. Wu Zhiyuan was lying on the top of the lion guarding the mountain, and couldn't help but recall all the things that had happened in the past month or so, and he was full of emotion in his heart, thinking about it, and fell asleep unconsciously in the softness of the autumn sun.

Wu Zhiyuan was already very sleepy, and he didn't know how long he slept this night, in the haze, he seemed to hear the voices of many people, both men and women, mixed with crying and shouting from time to time, these voices echoed in Wu Zhiyuan's ears like a nightmare, Wu Zhiyuan listened hard, but he couldn't hear what they were talking about, and gradually, those voices became farther and farther away, slowly disappearing into his dreams.

Wu Zhiyuan tossed and turned, not paying attention, and almost rolled off the mountain guarding lion, he was startled, suddenly woke up, sat up and looked, I don't know when it was already dark.

Wu Zhiyuan subconsciously looked to the west, and found that the sun had just set, the afterglow of the sunset was still in the sky, and the autumn sun was setting early.

There were several wolf howls in the distance, and the wolf's howl was very long, one after the other, as if there was more than one. Wu Zhiyuan suddenly wondered, he grew up in Wujia Village, and he had never heard the sound of wolves howling in the vicinity for more than ten years, but there would be wolves howling today? What's going on? But after thinking about it, Wu Zhiyuan figured it out, behind Longshan Mountain is the White Wolf Valley, and the White Wolf Valley and Wujia Village can be said to be just a mountain apart, and it is normal to hear the wolf howling here. As for why he had never heard it before, Wu Zhiyuan did not think deeply.

Wu Zhiyuan stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, planning to go to the dry pine to wait for the funeral procession, he stood up and looked down at the mountain lion, and suddenly found a figure standing by the waterhole in front of the mountain lion!

Wu Zhiyuan was sleepy, he was afraid that he would be dazzled for a while, so he hurriedly rubbed his eyes with his hands, and then looked at it, there was indeed a person standing by the waterhole, only to see that the person was facing Wu Zhiyuan sideways, facing the waterhole, standing there motionless. At this time, the moon was newborn, and the light was not bright, so Wu Zhiyuan couldn't see the specific details of the person's clothes, and could only see that the person's figure was tall and slender according to the outline of his body, with bulges on his chest and buttocks, like a woman.

"Who could it be so late?" A question suddenly flashed in Wu Zhiyuan's mind, he looked at his feet, and wanted to jump off the mountain guard lion to see what was going on.

Just when Wu Zhiyuan looked up again, he found that the woman by the waterhole was gone. Wu Zhiyuan looked around, the surroundings were deserted, and there was no figure of the woman at all.

Wu Zhiyuan hesitated for a long time, then jumped down from the Shoushan stone, he quietly walked to the edge of the waterhole, looked around, and found that the woman was nowhere to be seen, thinking of the shadow that he saw in the waterhole just now, Wu Zhiyuan thought that it might be his hallucination.

In fact, Wu Zhiyuan didn't want to meet people from Wujia Village here at this time, because before Dong Qian's resurrection was completed, meeting people from Wujia Village would undoubtedly bring him a lot of trouble, so he had been deliberately avoiding it since he came to Wujia Village.

Seeing that the time was not early, Wu Zhiyuan walked straight in the direction of the withered pine in the west of the village. In the distance, I don't know from which direction came a few wolf howls, making this eerie night even more eerie.

When he went around to the withered pine, Wu Zhiyuan was surprised to find that the bundle of firewood he had placed here during the day was gone, and he didn't look around, thinking that he had been carried home. Now there is no firewood to hide, there is no way to hide here, seeing that the time is coming, Wu Zhiyuan suddenly became anxious, he looked around for something that could be used to cover himself, but this was surrounded by dead grass and low trees, very sparse, and could not be used at all. After tossing half a stick of incense like this, Wu Zhiyuan suddenly heard bursts of crying coming from the west entrance of the village.

"Oops!" Wu Zhiyuan knew that this was the funeral procession, and if they wanted to go to the ancestral tomb to be buried, they would inevitably pass through this path, which was also the reason why Sun Xiangu asked him to wait under the dry pine.

"That's right!" Wu Zhiyuan suddenly remembered Sun Xiangu's words, she said that when the funeral procession passed through the dead pine, the hemp rope of the two people in front of the coffin would be broken, and the coffin would fall to the ground.

At this time, it is night, the funeral people are crying, no one will care about the extra person next to him, or who is more of this person, the people of Wujia Village are a family, it is not uncommon for one more funeral person, as long as he does not make a sound, does not show his face, I believe that he can be completely confused.

Thinking of this, Wu Zhiyuan walked in the direction of the crying at the west entrance of the village.

When the distance with the funeral procession was relatively close, Wu Zhiyuan slowed down, he lowered his head, peeked at the funeral crowd from time to time, and was surprised to find that in the funeral procession, the first two people were holding bright big knives, Wu Zhiyuan recognized that it was Wu Qiang and another young man who took the lead in holding the knife.

"Why do you need to bring a knife for the funeral?" When Wu Zhiyuan was puzzled, the funeral procession passed by him, and he hurriedly hung his head deeply and blended into the crowd of funeral mourners.

Wu Zhiyuan's surroundings were full of crying, but he couldn't cry, let alone make a sound, because Sun Xiangu had told him that no matter who or what he encountered, he couldn't say a word. So he could only blend in with the crowd and peek at the coffin walking in front from time to time.

At this time, Wu Zhiyuan maintained twelve points of vigilance, one was to be vigilant about when the coffin would land, and the other was to be vigilant against the people who were not to be buried to discover their identity. He didn't dare to raise his head, so he could only keep his head down and follow the crowd step by step, seeing that in the funeral procession, Wu Qiang and the others who took the lead walked to the dry pine, Wu Zhiyuan's heart suddenly hung in his throat.

"What are you doing?" Wu Zhiyuan watched the coffin also go to the withered pine, and the moonlight at this time was shining on the land without obstruction, but the ropes of the two people carrying the coffin in front of him were not broken.

"Could it be that something went wrong?" Wu Zhiyuan subconsciously reached into his arms and grabbed the brocade box, and began to be suspicious.

At this moment, only to hear a crisp sound of "pop", the two men in front of the coffin suddenly made an "oops" sound, and at the same time, the head of the coffin fell to the ground with a "bang", making a muffled sound, and the two people in the back lost their heads, their feet were messy, and the coffin suddenly tilted, and the coffin lid also fell to the ground.

The crowd suddenly let out an exclamation, and a few people were quick to step forward to straighten the coffin and close the lid.

Wu Zhiyuan saw that it was not good, and if he was covered with the coffin lid, his previous efforts would be wasted, so he hurriedly raised his vitality and rushed towards the coffin with an arrow step!