The coma of the body, the consciousness of consciousness, I don't know how long it has been.

Maybe a day, maybe a week.

When I woke up, it was quiet, dark, and I could only see the moonlight shining in from the iron window above, giving me a little light, and this was the prison, if I guessed correctly.

The midsummer night wasn't very cold, but at the moment I had to huddle myself up in a ball, maybe to feel a little warmer.

Thinking back to what happened before, there are many unacceptable realities, and after calming down, think about it carefully, the second grandfather and that Dongfang Xu should have conspired, and am I a chess piece that just broke in, or is it part of the original plan?

Even though I thought that I had received help that was difficult for ordinary people to achieve, in the end it seemed that I was still a pawn on someone else's chessboard, as if I had fallen into a strange circle.

The second grandfather was a tomb robber, but he cooperated with the people of the yamen.

Grandpa killed the third grandfather, pretended to be him, and even pretended to be anyone to obtain those spiritual positions, how many spiritual positions are there? I don't know, the blind old saying they are the keys to open something, but now that I think about it, that may not be true.

Everything I came into contact with seemed to be cloaked in falsehood, making it difficult to guess what the truth was inside.

The prison was quiet, and no prisoners could be heard wailing or scolding, as if I was the only one here.

I walked under the moonlight and slowly began to reintegrate all the previous experiences, trying to find a clue from it, the first grandfather pretended to be the third grandfather who went with me to the headless Yin Mountain, where the shrine was already empty, if he had been here before, then he should have taken it, why bother to come again? Just walking with me? Or is there another purpose?

Could it be that Zhao Wenxing's notebook?

The second, in the Yellow River demon coffin, grandpa did not join us, but pretended to be the second grandfather and used the information in the notes to trick Shen Laojiu and others to open the bottom of the river, and finally killed the ghostly Ah Yu at the ferry and got the spiritual position under the Yellow River.

And what about the third time? My meeting with Lao Dan should be a coincidence, he wouldn't even design this kind of thing, the spiritual position under the Jinshi Mansion should have been unintentionally discovered by us, so how did Grandpa know? Unless he's always near me, the so-called Yin Gang is actually a front for the paper ghost to pretend to be Yin in order to lure me away so that he can take away the spiritual position.

It seems that every step of my step is in his calculations, and even many people involved in this matter are in his expectations, so now that I think about it carefully, it is possible that the blind old way that the second grandfather said did not come to Qingdao in the mainland is also true, which means that grandpa is a big trick again, and he used a lot of illusions to scare me, and believed it to be true, so it seems a bit logical for me to hand over the spiritual seat to him on the beach.

Coupled with the spiritual position that grandpa got himself, didn't he already have five spiritual slates?

Will there be a sixth? I felt a sudden feeling in my heart, there must be, there must be!

Whether it's the second grandfather or the grandfather, I don't know what your purpose is, and I will never let you have a good time.

I gritted my teeth and looked at the bright moon outside the iron window, took a deep breath, and directly tore off the string of shadow corpse beads on my neck, crackling and spilling on the ground, and in an instant the cold breath filled my whole body, I snorted coldly, stretched out my hand, and the book appeared out of thin air.

On the third page of the chapter, there are faint illusory lines on it, and the third sturge has begun to appear, I close my eyes and empty my mind, blend into the page, and go to find the story of the third squire.

The story is sad, a story of betrayal and viciousness.

In the village under the mountain, the mountain bandits were rampant, the village was on fire, the whole village was caught and driven together like animals to be slaughtered, the ferocious bandits not only took all the money and food from the village, but also did not spare the women, and everywhere you could see men with trouser belts and lewd and smiling.

Outside the village, a horse, a person, a knife, and a bag came to the entrance of the village.

His face was fierce and ugly, which attracted the attention of the bandits, and the people who came rushed into the village with their knives on their horses, and the long knives waved over, and the corpses were in two places, and the ugly men were like wolves rushing into the flock, and the ghosts who killed them cried wolf howls, and the heads of men rolled.

The mountain bandits were scared of being killed by the vicious people, and ran away.

The ugly man became the hero of the village, and was accepted and invited by the villagers to make a home here.

Two years later, the escaped bandits returned, turned into officers and soldiers, and they still remembered the man who killed them in fear, and this time they came back to end that nightmare.

When the valley was filled with officers and soldiers, the man with his family was saddened to find that he had been betrayed, and that his children and wife had been sent away and sent to the barracks, where they were returned with only two frightened heads and mutilated bodies.

The man did not rush into the barracks with his sword to take revenge, he knew that even if he rushed in, he would not be able to take revenge, so he fled into the mountains, and stood on the top of the mountain to the villages and the army below, and cursed loudly the most vicious curses in the world.

Then light the **** and jump into the mountain stream.

A month later, the village began to have a fiery disease, and every night you could hear the roar of the mountains, as if there were a pair of huge eyes growing on the mountain watching every move in the village at night.

Two months later, there was nothing alive in the village, and there was no longer a village in the mountains.

End of story.

I came back to my senses from the story and clearly felt the burning heat behind me, as if there was a lava flowing, and I knew it was the man's anger.

It's a destructive one, but I don't know what it looks like

Late at night, there was a chirping sound outside the iron window, I shivered, turned around, and a dark shadow climbed up by the moonlight outside the window, holding a cigarette, and leaned against the iron railing magically, took out a cigarette from the vest on my upper body and threw it at me.

It was Wong Tai Sin, and I immediately thought that maybe the old egg had woken up and knew that I was in a cage, so he went back to bring the weasel's spirit card and let it save me.

But I haven't seen it for a long time, this Wong Tai Sin seems to be getting better and better, and it is becoming more and more human-like, and it has begun to learn to put on clothes and boots. It slipped in through the window, seemed to be comforting, patted me on the shoulder, sighed and smoked as I sat on the ground against the cold moonlight.

"The old man called you?" I turned my head to look at it.

Wong Tai Sin took advantage of the situation and nodded, but raised a finger, meaning that the old man had agreed to one of its conditions. I saw the cheap smile on the corner of its mouth, and I couldn't help but think of what kind of quirky condition it was.