He opened his eyes with difficulty, and knew that he had been hung from a tree with a crooked neck.

I struggled and kicked hard in the air. I thought: "Back then, Emperor Chongzhen was also hanged on the crooked neck tree. Today's treatment for me is pretty good. ”

However, no matter how beautiful the funeral is, it can't be worth the life of poverty. Otherwise, it's better to die than to live? What's more, hanging yourself from a tree with a crooked neck, what's the scenery about?

I knew in my heart that if I lifted my chin at a hundred and eighty degrees to my neck, I could get my head out of the noose and fall to the ground. But I couldn't, the rope was in my neck, and it tugged at my muscles, and I couldn't make a head-up motion at all.

I wanted to reach out, grab the rope, and get myself out. But at this time, the brain is starved of oxygen. My hands and feet were numb, and I couldn't lift them up at all. Actually, I understand that even if you lift it up, it's useless. In the absence of oxygen, people have no strength to hold on to the rope and lift themselves up.

I almost wanted to give up. The human body is so wonderful, sometimes. A simple device can become your death hole. It is said that there is no solution to hanging at all, unless someone finds out in time and puts you down. Otherwise, whether you are old or young, male or female, strong or weak, you will surely die.

In ancient times, there were many resentful women who chose to hang themselves. This method of death is very popular with weak women. It is also estimated that once it starts, it cannot be terminated. No matter how much you regret it, it's useless, and the success rate is extremely high.

I knew that after a few moments or three, I would be incontinent due to loose muscles and incontinence, dripping on my lower body, which was ugly and humiliating. Litter together.

My throat was compressed. The trachea is constricted, and oxygen is getting less and less. My head ached, as if there were a thousand needles stirring around in my head.

At this time, I naturally did. I used the technique of spitting in the Daomen. I felt as I exhaled and inhaled, and the breath turned into tiny wisps of pinpoint, slowly surging into my body as I struggled.

This bit of oxygen, if it had been before, would have been of no use at all. But after I learned Taoism, I was able to use this oxygen to the fullest. I struggled twice, took two breaths, and it made me feel better.

I felt my mind clearer a little and slowly lifted my arm. Although my arm was barely raised, it was still so weak that I couldn't untie the noose, let alone lift myself. I clasped the rope with my fingers and pushed it outward inch by inch, lifting my chin with my other hand.

After a long time, I finally threw myself down and fell to the ground.

I was thinking about lying on the ground and catching my breath for a while. But reason tells me that I can't do that, and now is not the time.

I rolled twice on the ground and took out the big knife. Then he lay down on the ground, looking around while recovering his body.

It was quiet, and although the wind was gusting, I couldn't see the shadow of the ghost.

I looked at the rope on the trunk of the tree, and it was my belt. Obviously, the hanged ghost had confused my mind and made me unwittingly commit suicide by chaining my belt to a tree.

The hanged ghost is looking for a stand-in, and he will definitely wait next to him, and it is impossible to go far. I caught my breath for a moment and slowly got up.

I carried the big knife and shouted, "Come out, I know you're around here." Don't force me to find you, or I'll leave you with a disgrace. ”

It was quiet, and there was still no movement.

Suddenly, a night breeze blew around, and a corner of white clothes appeared behind the trunk of the tree, and I was overjoyed, and I thought to myself, "You still show your horse's feet after all." ”

I carried a big knife and walked over quietly. I held my breath and looked at the trunk, and then, with a loud shout, jumped to the other side of the tree, and without looking, the tip of the knife poked at the trunk.

I've used this broadsword perfectly. Although the knife is not unsheathed, the power cannot be maximized. But its weight was there, and it was no different from a mace, and if an ordinary imp took a hit, he would lose his ability to resist, even if he would not be scattered.

I was triumphant with a single blow, but when I looked again, I saw that there was only a bloodstained white robe behind the tree. There is no shadow of the hanged ghost at all.

I was shocked: "Oh no, this is a trick to lure the enemy." ”

As soon as I thought of this, I felt a chill in my neck, and then something wrapped around my neck and lifted me up.

I was frightened, frightened, and angry, and thought, "You're coming again?" ”

I jumped hard and kicked my right foot the trunk. With this force, the body jumped more than a meter high. Then reach out and wave it above your head.

The rope that was holding me was pulling up rapidly. If I sit still, it won't take me more than a second to be hung in the air, suffocated to death, like just now.

I'm jumping a metre high now, which is kind of buying myself a second to breathe. If I catch the rope, it's easy to say. If I didn't catch it, my body would fall sharply, and the weight of more than 100 catties would break my cervical vertebrae, and I would have died on the spot.

Luckily for me, I grabbed the rope. Then, with a hard pull, with the force of the body falling. There was a stabbing noise, and something was being pulled off the tree.

The thing was white and white, and he turned around to run away, but my broadsword was already behind him. I slashed him in the thigh with a knife, and he let out a wail and fell to the ground.

I put my sword against the back of his heart. Then he untied the rope around his neck. I found out that it was a hemp rope with a terrible smell on it, and it was a real hanging rope.

I put my big knife against the hanged ghost and shouted, "You are so bold, even the Taoist master dares to calculate? ”

At this time, I suddenly felt that it was really a proud thing to be a Taoist priest.

The hanged ghost probably also saw it, and he met a hard bone today. He trembled and said: "God has the virtue of a good life, and I am more or less a life, ask the Taoist to spare my life." ”

As soon as I heard this, I felt that my voice was very familiar. I took the big knife away, kicked him, and said, "You turn around." ”

The hanged man was lying on the ground, but after listening to my words, he slowly turned around.

I saw that he was dressed in tattered white, with extremely contorted muscles on his face, bulging eyes, and tongue spitting out, which was extremely ugly. I've seen so many little ghosts, and I'm still shocked when I see this kid.

Although I was surprised in my heart, I could barely distinguish it by his dead face. This kid is a hammer.

Of course the hammer recognized me. He rubbed his hand on his face, barely shogging his eyes and tongue back. Then he burst into a miserable laugh: "Whoever hangs his head on a noose throughout the ages will surely die." Even if you hang yourself up as a joke, it is impossible to untie yourself at all. Brother, you're very skilled, how did you do it? ”

When I heard this, I secretly said to myself, "It's dangerous. If I hadn't learned the Taoist art of tuning, at the last moment, I would have gained a little more strength out of thin air, and my life would have been confessed a long time ago. ”

I said, "I'm a Taoist priest, so my breath-holding kung fu is different from ordinary people. ”

Hammer sighed and said, "No wonder, no wonder. ”

I looked at him warily and said, "Are you a hangman?" ”

Hammer wailed, "I also died not long ago, a few hours before you, brother. The two of us gambled together. It's a friend. Now, although people and ghosts have different paths, you won't kill me, will you? ”

My knife was still in his heart. I don't have any trust in this guy now. Didn't he even think about killing me just now?

I asked, "How did you die?" ”

The hammer pointed to the crooked-necked tree: "Brother, it's the first time you've come here to gamble, right?" On this tree, three people have already been hanged, all of them have lost money, and they are looking for short-sightedness on it. ”

I sneered: "Did you find a short-sighted sight by yourself, or was you killed by a hanged ghost?" Like you just did? ”

Hammer sighed and said, "Isn't that the same?" If people don't have the mind to think, the little ghost can't take advantage of it. ”