"I didn't say it explicitly, I wrote a few sentences, and the signature was solved by Jiang Xun, if you want to see it, I'll give it to you when I go back."

He offered to take it, of course I wanted to see it.

In order not to make myself seem deliberate, I didn't urge him to hurry back to the hostel, but stayed on the road for a while to talk about other customs.

Tang Jia didn't seem suspicious of me, nor was he wary, and talked about the goodness of his small shop along the way.

When passing by a restaurant, they ate something together, but Jiang Xun didn't come back, so he packed one for Ziwei.

When I returned to the room, I had just put down the rune in my pocket, and Tang Jiao had already run to get the signature, stood at the door and knocked, saw me turn around, ran in and put the things on the table, sat down and made a cup of tea, and said, "This is it." ”

I looked over and paused before reaching for it, because the envelope was also colored, faintly yellowed, and a little old, as if it had been sitting for a long time.

Since Jiang Xun appeared, I have adapted a lot to the colors that occasionally appear in my life, but I still don't understand what it has to do with it. Unhurriedly opened the two-folded envelope, and when he saw the words inside, a thunderbolt suddenly exploded in his brain.

From the age of nine to sixteen, I grinded for him, and he held the pen for the first time, dropped the first word, copied the first verse, and drew the first charm......

Master's handwriting is all too familiar to me!

"The creatures of heaven and earth are good and hidden, the four eyes are connected to distinguish yin and yang, the devil cries and the crane falls wildly, and the ice falls on the rain and snow in the dark sky. Woohoo, the blind and reckless are unbearable, and the long road is difficult. ”

On the back of the paper, a person's birthday is written.

"Shopkeeper Shen - Shopkeeper Shen?" Tang Jiao called me from the side, "What's wrong with you?" ”

I put the signature back in the envelope and forced nothing to say: "Although I don't understand what it means, but it doesn't seem to mention Dongyan Town, I don't know what the meaning of this signature is?" ”

Tang Jiao looked at me with a strange look, took the envelope from my hand, stuffed it into his pocket, and said: "I don't understand this, Jiang Xun took a map to solve it, I forgot what he said, he started a game by himself, anyway, the last place to fall is Dongyan Town, Jiang Xun seems to be saying that you Shen Ji have something...... Longan? I still thought, isn't longan longan, I thought you were an orchard here, but I came to know that it was a coffin shop, which scared me. ”

I didn't have the heart to listen to him continue to talk nonsense, and asked, "What did Jiang Xun say about the eight characters behind the signature?" ”

"He didn't say it." Tang Jia asked me, "Huh? Isn't it your eight characters? ”

I am an orphan, and I don't know when I was born, and the master has used other methods to measure several times but has not come up with results.

Another thing that puzzles me is that since he has the signature in hand, he can solve it and solve the meaning himself, so why do you need to start another game? If he can figure out that he can find someone who understands yin and yang in Dongyan Town, why would he go to someone to ask for this signature.

I have a lot of confidence that this sign has nothing to do with them going to Dongyan Town to look for people, because there is no mention of any direction at all, and the one who determines the location is still the hexagram that Jiang inquired about.

"You say, the man who signed for you is a lame old man?" Unconsciously, his voice was trembling.

"yes." Tang Jiao peeled off an orange, stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "The head is full of hair, one trouser leg is tied around the waist, I have seen him many times, he has been there all the time, it has been several years, the leg is said to be cut and amputated in a car accident, and he is on crutches." I saw that he had to be seventy or eighty years old, without children and daughters, it was not easy, and he was said to be quite accurate. ”

Master was forty-seven years old when he left, ten years have passed since then, and the old man in Tang Jiao's mouth is not the same as the one I remember in his memory, but I will not admit this handwriting, it must be the pen of my master.

Could it be that what Jiang Xun said at the beginning was not looking for a gimmick to make me take the bait, but that he really knew the whereabouts of my master?

Who is he?

How many secrets I can't tell about him.

Ziwei did not find any more clues from the perpetrator, he was so frightened that his soul almost broke out of his body, and he was crazy and did not know what to say. Ziwei stabilized his soul, and when I came back, I warmed the food I brought back, watching him bow his head and eat, the uneasiness that I wanted to talk about became more and more unspeakable, and I wanted to open my mouth several times, seeing that he was also full of thoughts, I took it all back, forced myself to smile and asked him: "Tired?" ”

"Huh?" Before I could look up, I pushed over a teacup and said, "Drink some water." ”

He snorted, and I said, "Go and rest for a while after eating, don't think too much about some things, and add to your troubles." ”

Ziwei nodded, shook his hand and let it go, just like me, the words in his heart were not spoken.

From the day he was with me, I knew that he was very sensitive and hidden, and it was not easy to communicate with each other. I don't have the habit of breaking the casserole to the people around me to ask the end, I think it's a kind of disrespect, as long as it doesn't involve the bottom line, people should have their own secrets, which is understandable, even if it's close.

Jiang Xun did not come back that day, and the people in this place went to bed very early at night, and before ten o'clock, there was almost no light in the residents' homes, and there was not a single pedestrian outside.

I had insomnia, I didn't fall asleep in bed for half a night, and when I got up, I took out my master's tablet and respectfully put a fruit plate on it.

If Master really has a spirit in the sky, then bless Master with peace and well.

I prayed over and over again, bowed deeply to the tablet, and when everything came to an end, all the vows I had made would be returned one by one.

The windows were blown by a gust of wind, and the weather changed outside.

I opened the window and looked up to see that the sky was overcast, there was no moon or a star, and the wind whistled through the sand and dust on the ground, blowing strangely. With the local climate, the temperature difference between day and night is not large, but when I opened the window, I felt a chill behind me.

I closed the window and locked it, and the lights in the room suddenly went out.

I squinted my eyes and stood there and couldn't see anything, only a faint glimmer of light in front of my master's tablet.

Vigilantly walked around slowly, his fingers touched the tart whip placed there, pulled it out and buckled it on his waist, found the flashlight left by Ziwei, and swept around the room after turning it on, and there was no one except me in the four places, but the yin qi was obvious.

I put on a coat and went out of the room with a flashlight, Ziwei and Tang Jiao's rooms were turned off the lights, I was afraid that I would think too much, it was just an accident like the last power outage at the police station, I didn't call them, I went downstairs alone, opened the door and walked out.

The street lights outside were also extinguished, and the two ends of the street could not be seen, and the few houses that had been on the lights just now were also dark and gloomy.

The Tart Demon Whip's own Yin Qi was released, and it drilled into the heavier places.

I walked slowly along the edge of the road, obediently following the attraction of the tart whip, the sound of the wind and the rustle of leaves pouring into my ears, and the fog rose in all directions, layering in the air and pressing on the people, damp and dignified.

The dim light beneath my feet left the shadow behind, and when I turned, it ran ahead again. There was always a pair of eyes peeping in the dark, and I couldn't find a trace, and I couldn't get rid of this strong feeling.

The further I went, the more yin qi prevailed, and the tart whip made a slight buzzing sound, and in the strange night, a single hair fell to the ground, which seemed deafening.

The deeper the road became, the more I realized that the place where the yin energy emanated was from the same bush we had visited.

I took my flashlight and looked inside, but the woods sucked up all the light, leaving nothing behind, and I couldn't see what was inside from the outside.

I pondered, and took a step in, pushing aside the bushes.

The fog was thicker, covering the eyes, and even his own hands could not be seen clearly, and the flashlight became an ornament.

I simply closed it and put it away, just in case, I took off the tart demon whip and held it in my hand, merging with the yin qi here.

A person has three fires, two on his shoulders and one on the top of his head, which is the yang fire of a person. Human death is like a lamp extinguished, and from our point of view, it can also be understood that it is these three fires that are extinguished.

I cast a spell on myself, extinguished the two fires on my shoulder, weakened the yang energy in my body, and continued to move forward with the guidance of the tart whip.

At this moment, there was a song from the depths of the jungle, and I stood still suddenly, a little dizzy in my ears, and the yang energy was too weak for a moment to concentrate a little, but I could only hear the sound coming from all directions, and I was surrounded in the middle, unable to find the direction.

I was about to turn the tart whip in my hand around, when I suddenly saw a figure walking not far away, I took my breath, closed my eyes and calmed down, hiding behind a tree and looking in the direction where the figure left.

He walked until he came to a tree, sat down against it, took a drinking cup from his pocket sideways, unscrewed it and poured something into the palm of his other hand.

I was about to stand out, because the figure was clearly Jiang Xun's appearance, and the cup was the one he used to hold the cockroach, which Tang Jiao used to drink water.

I covered my mouth so hard that I didn't move or make too much noise.

Jiang Xun poured the insect on his hand without any protection, he took out a paper cutter, cut the palm of his hand, couldn't see clearly through the fog, I don't know what he did, the insect crawled around in his palm, and suddenly turned his head and got into his wound!

I gasped, and when I looked again, Jiang Xunren was gone.

I was stunned for a moment, and quickly chased out, but there was no trace of the original place except a pile of leaves and grass, not even a drop of blood fell.

Just when I couldn't figure out what to do next, I heard a slight gasp in my ears, which sounded extremely painful.

I followed the sound and ran over, and after a few steps, I saw something oddly shaped.

It resembles a faint human form, but the skin on its body sprouts and branches, lying on the ground and twitching, and the part that touches the ground is a large stone, and the legs of the lower body are the limbs of some kind of animal, and the head has horns, and the chest is covered with white patches like ringworm, and the back is covered with long brown hair.

It looked immobile, and I leaned in with the tart whip, but it didn't notice, it looked like it was on the verge of death.

When I got closer, I found that the thing was covered with fine and dense cockroach larvae from the inside out, frantically sucking its flesh and blood, burrowing out from under the skin and eating most of the flesh and bones.

And the thing was still alive, its back rising and falling weakly, making a sound similar to that of a human breathing.