According to Chang Butong's guidance, the Blood Moon had passed through the six stars, and now it was in the last of the Big Dipper, the Celestial Pivot Star. In a trance, I could also observe the celestial star moving slowly with a bright white point of light.

The sky was as black as the bottom of a pot, but I found another problem, those stars that had been pierced by the blood moon had disappeared, and the most incredible thing was that the stars that I could see before I came had been hidden unconsciously. Only the red light of the blood moon spread across our faces, as if we were the only ones in the world waiting for the final moment.

After estimating the time, Chang Butong said that there was still an hour before the last moment of the blood moon piercing the stars, in other words, there was not much safe time left for us, and it was hard to imagine what terrible things would happen.

In addition, Chang Butong also explained the meaning of the poem, and at this moment, I realized that these four sentences were not a simple poem, but a proverb left by the ancients two thousand years ago, in order to unlock the secret of the thousand-year-old demon corpse.

Millennial demon corpse, a word that sounds a little scary, but in my opinion, the first thing that comes to mind is the mysterious monster, which is the same as the corpse and the yin and yang corpse, it seems to be far away in the sky, but it is close at hand, and sooner or later it will come to us.

Long Yiming and Runzi saw us talking and came over with great interest. Chang Butong finally told the legend about the thousand-year-old demon corpse and the secret treasure of immortality (at the beginning of the whole story, I have already described it and will not repeat it), it is like a fantasy, but the name of Jiang Youdao appears again, so that we can pay attention to this legend again.

Could it be that the ultimate goal of Wu Santong is to find the thousand-year-old demon corpse tomb and refine the corpse to extract the pill, relying on the astronomical vision of "blood moon piercing the stars" alone does correspond to one sentence in the proverb, so how to explain the other seven sentences, and Jiang Youdao can't deal with the thousand-year-old demon corpse with such great ability, can he rely on Wu Santong's ability alone?

I threw the doubts in my heart to them, but Long Yiming said another thing, which was about Wu Santong's evil art of controlling the corpse and enchanting heart.

It was the first Chinese New Year's Eve after the founding of New China. That night was also the first time Wu Santong met with other supernatural people.

When the war subsided, the whole country was filled with a jubilant atmosphere, and finally when the people were the masters of the country, all localities began to entertain themselves on the 23rd of the lunar month, that is, the Chinese New Year's Eve in the north, and the streets and alleys were full of firecrackers, playful children, and adults performing in traditional costumes.

With the permission of the chief, the special military department, the organization of the Aliens, finally had a rare vacation, and although Chang Butong and others came from all over the world, and the New Year's customs of each family were similar, they still regarded this day as the beginning of the new year, and they were also happy.

Long Yiming had already been suffocated, and taking advantage of this time of vacation, he and the Mo Wen and Mo Wu brothers decided to go to the open-air theater to watch a few Peking Opera performances early in the morning to get addicted to tricks.

At that time, due to political reasons, many plays were blocked, and there was no decent grand theater performance, only in some small streets and alleys by some ticket holders spontaneously formed self-entertainment venues, but even if it was performed by non-professional ticket holders, there were still many people who would go to the show, and over time an atmosphere was formed.

The three of them have similar interests, and Mo Wen and Mo Wu were all martial arts students in the opera troupe before, and whenever they have free time, they will learn from each other, play the characters in the play, and have a good time.

After many inquiries, they naturally found a well-received open-air theater, the sky was beautiful, the snow had stopped for several days, and they rushed over with great interest, and when they arrived, Wuyang Wuyang was crowded with hundreds of people. Outside the crowd, the low wall is decorated with festive slogans, and several wires are pulled from the low wall to the screen in the middle, dotted with dark yellow light bulbs. Under the low wall, there are old and young, and they also bring their own small benches and benches, and the people on more than a dozen floors inside and outside are in good order, and under the screen in the center sit seven or eight ticket holders who play musical instruments, a man and a woman are singing in duet.

"Tsk...... I can't hear clearly! Long Yiming poked his bald head, scratched his brain, wanted to get closer but couldn't get over, he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, he was at a loss, he made a big move, and touched the spectator next to him.

A middle-aged man watching the play beside him looked at him and said with a smile: "Good guy, this big bald head, he doesn't wear a hat in the tenth winter, it's bright enough!" After speaking, he also vigorously gathered the people around him to see the freshness.

Long Yiming couldn't get off the stage, because of his identity, he couldn't scold if he wanted to, his face was a little ugly, and he stared at him directly. When the middle-aged man saw it, he swallowed his saliva, was a little timid, coughed twice, and watched the play by himself.

Mo Wen stepped forward and grabbed his arm, and after a few words of persuasion, he wanted to find another favorable terrain.

"This kid, you have to greet him." Long Yiming was indignant.

"Eh, we finally came out to play this time, we can't be angry, we have to be criticized again if we make a mess." Mo Wen persuaded.

"Those people in the army have long looked at us unpleasantly, and they criticize us, and this is not the first time." The louder Long Yiming spoke, the louder he became, disturbing many people.

Mo Wen knew his temper and didn't let him get a benefit, this is endless.

"Let's climb the low wall," as he spoke, Mo Wu appeared between the two, his twisted body stretched out at once, and he used the bone shrinking technique to shuttle through the crowd and asked, "How is it?" ”

Mo Wen looked at the height of the low wall and found that there was no obvious position for his feet, and the width was not enough, even if he was lucky enough to stand on it, as soon as the north wind came, he would freeze half to death if he didn't fall, so he vetoed this suggestion.

Mo Wen asked again: "I don't think it's suitable, I finally came out, I have to find a comfortable position, you went around in a circle, what else did you find?" ”

"Well......" Mo Wu probed for a while, stretched out his hand and pointed to the front of the entrance, and said: "Look at the screen in front, it is blocked from here, but there is a corner behind the screen, between the two low walls, connected is a relatively large stone arch, there is a vacant seat on it, it should be just enough to stand the three of us, but we have to go around a big circle, there is a windproof, and it is close to the singing, but you can't see people." ”

"Don't worry, take the lead!" Mo Wen squeaked, and the three of them immediately trotted towards the arch.

To get past the stone arch, you first have to go around the low wall on the left side of the entrance to the amphitheater, passing through a small alley. On the other side of the alley were rows of bungalows, all of which were windowless and grey, and there were not many people living in them, and it was very desolate to walk in them, in stark contrast to the bustle on the other side of the low wall, like another world, and there was not even a single beast calling.