Chapter 23 There is a ghost and god Nie Xiaoqian who raised her head three feet away, did not show up, and floated over directly, looking at the group of more than a dozen people who came in not far away.

These people couldn't see Nie Xiaoqian, but Nie Xiaoqian could see them clearly, men and women, old people, drooping boys, and a patient who was carried on his back.

She was surprised to find that among this group of people, except for the patient, men, women and children were very vigorous. In particular, the middle-aged scholar who was holding a book in her left hand, her face was so sad that it seemed to be glowing with bitter water, and her blood was so strong that it seemed that a fire was burning, and she felt the blazing heat from a foot away.

This group of people seemed to be very cautious, even if they entered the deserted haunted mansion, it was for fear that someone would know that they had entered, and they did not even light the fire, and walked forward hand in hand in the fallen leaves and the grass more than a foot high.

For a moment, there was only the rustling of the wind and the sound of lonely footsteps.

After walking for a while, I came to the gate of the haunted house, waited quietly for about half a burnt incense, and made sure that there was no one nearby, so that someone took out a fire sickle and lit the fire.

After the candle was lit, the middle-aged scholar walked to the back of the door, pulled the latch out, squeaked the door, and slowly opened.

Then three men quickly came out of the crowd and carried in three boxes from outside the door, on which were several flower guns and flag guns.

Nie Xiaoqian didn't say a word, she watched quietly, looking at the boxes, flower guns and flag guns, these people looked like jugglers running the rivers and lakes.

But a juggling team, who doesn't sell his art and doesn't live in the store, sneakily runs to this haunted house to settle down, there must be weirdness.

This juggling team took advantage of the night to enter the side hall of the Li family's ghost house and the house under the attic.

What is even more strange is that they seem to be afraid that the light will leak out, and when they enter the house, they immediately take out a few black linen cloths from the chest, cover all the places that will let in the light, and finally tear down the furniture in the house and light the bonfire.

Nie Xiaoqian didn't leave because of curiosity, watching the middle-aged down-and-out scholar commanding the others, quietly busy, and settled down.

When the hot water boiled and you could eat dry food with water, the middle-aged scholar finally spoke: "Okay, you can speak, be careful not to make a loud noise." Although it is secluded and there are no people nearby, you should still be careful not to have accidents. ”

As soon as he said this, everyone suddenly breathed a sigh of relief as if they had received a holy decree.

Of course, it was the adults who relaxed, and the three bald children looked around cautiously, especially the cry of the cold wind blowing through the window lattice from time to time outside the house, like a ghost screaming, which made them nervous and unable to extricate themselves.

"It's so dark here, could there be ghosts?" One of the children trembled and asked the adult next to him in fear.

Although the remaining two children did not speak, they looked the same, and they both raised their heads slightly, waiting for the adults' answers.

"Don't be afraid, there will be no ghosts in crowded places. There were so many of us, and when the ghost saw it, he was so frightened that he fled. An old man touched the boy's head and comforted.

Under the comfort of the old man, the three boys calmed down a little, and after eating dry food in hot water, they were so tired that they could not open their eyes, and each fell asleep in his cotton jacket.

Nie Xiaoqian, who was sitting on the beam of the room, heard this, and couldn't help but snort secretly, that is, this female ghost is a good ghost with a good belly, for the sake of the future of our Daming Kingdom, I can't bear to scare the flowers and bones of our Daming Kingdom, otherwise you don't want to spend a night here.

The three children fell asleep, but the adults tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and there was a whisper on the remaining bonfire.

"Isn't this a haunted house, why don't you even have a mouse or ant, it's just dust, and it's so clean that it doesn't look like a ghost place at all." A young man in his twenties took a sip of water and said.

They didn't know that Nie Xiaoqian often practiced the "Taiyin Refining Formation Method" here, refining those yin and evil qi, and scared those flying bats, rats and ants into absconding.

"Haunted house? Hey, it's just nonsense that ignorant fools come up with to scare themselves. An unknown truth crowd with arrogance looming between his eyebrows said coldly.

It's just that as soon as he finished speaking, he immediately felt that there was a yin wind behind him, as if something strange was blowing a breath on his neck from behind, and it was frozen to his bones all of a sudden, and his whole back was numb, and he was cold and greasy.

His face changed suddenly, and he stood up suddenly.

With a breath of gloomy air, Nie Xiaoqian, who had completed her prank, had already returned to the beam of the house at this time.

"Jiang Chen, what's wrong, what's going on?" The young man sitting next to him immediately became vigilant when he saw this.

"No, it's okay, I was blown by a cold wind and it felt cold." The arrogant young man named Jiang Chen replied in a dumb voice.

In fact, this house had been sealed tightly with sackcloth, and where could the wind blow in, the faces of the other people became strange.

"There are ghosts and gods three feet above your head, Jiang Chen, it's better to be cautious in your words and deeds in this kind of place." The old man who had comforted the child before said meaningfully.

Nie Xiaoqian glanced at the old cangtou and knew that the old cangtou actually couldn't see himself, that is, he was old, and there were many taboos: there are ghosts and gods three feet above his head, well, there are no gods, but ghosts are real, but unfortunately your ghosts are too shallow and there is no blessing to see.

"We go out day and night like this, and we don't even dare to see people, in fact, what is the difference between being a ghost and being a ghost." Speaking of ghosts and gods, a middle-aged woman sighed, "Alas, if you are born at the wrong time, I am afraid that it will be even worse than being a ghost." ”

"When will this kind of day of running away all the time come to an end?"

"The whole world is not the king's land, with the great sins we have committed, where can we still have a foothold, and we can escape for a while."

"A big sin? The thief of the hook and the thief of the country are just the success of the king and the defeat of the king. ”

"I'm afraid it's the end when there is no head."

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Not far away, the middle-aged scholar who was sitting alone in the corner, still holding the book in his left hand, did not stop when he heard his companion say the frustrated words, but his face became darker.

"Brother Lu, Ah Cheng doesn't seem to be able to do it."

Hearing the screams, all but three children, including the middle-aged scholar, gathered around the patient at the same time.

The patient was a middle-aged man who was so thin that he was out of shape, lying motionless on a tattered blanket, his face like gold paper, and his breathing was so weak that he was not far from death.

Seeing this, the middle-aged scholar Brother Lu finally put down the book in his left hand, his right hand stretched out and pressed on the middle-aged man's left chest, and the internal force was like water, pouring out continuously, and at the same time, his free left hand uncovered the middle-aged man's shirt.

I saw a fist-sized wound under the middle-aged man's left shoulder, and pus and blood continued to ooze out of the wound, emitting a foul smell. The middle-aged scholar's brows suddenly tightened into Sichuan characters, and the sorrow was as deep into the wrinkles as a knife cut.

Even though the middle-aged man has received a steady stream of internal support from middle-aged scholars, his face has only improved slightly, and there has not been much change.

"Brother Lu, what should I do?"

The middle-aged man was injured countless times in order to cover the retreat of the group, and the most severe was that he was hit by a hook dog wolf tooth arrow, because he was chased and killed too quickly along the way, and there was no time to stop and recuperate, so that the arrow wound became even worse, and he was tortured to the bone, and ten percent of his life went to sixty percent.

"The flesh near the wound has completely rotted and needs to be removed immediately." Brother Lu, a middle-aged scholar, said in a deep voice.

"Digging for meat?" The young man next to him was taken aback.

It is rumored that Guan Yunchang scraped his bones to cure poison during the Three Kingdoms, but after all, it was a rumor a long time ago, and now he is cutting meat alive, isn't it equivalent to Ling Chi?

"If it can't be removed immediately, Ah Cheng may not last two days." Brother Lu, a middle-aged scholar, explained.