"Otherwise," Xu Feng said, "Calculate your salary, and it will be ...... It was only a day or two before my mind returned. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info when you want to memorize it, you won't be able to memorize it. ”

Li Ke looked at Xu Feng. Let the boss carry it, it's not very suitable, Jiang Liao next to him looks like he has nothing to do with himself, and he can't let Wang Cuihua carry it by a woman.

Hesitantly: "It's okay, how much silver a day?"

Xu Feng stretched out a finger: "One or two!"

At this price, send the person who asks for food! Li Ke shook his head, wanting to shout a hundred taels directly, but he was afraid of the boss who was greedy for money, so he was ruthless, wiped his face, and carried it himself. So he boldly said: "Fifty taels!

"Deal!" Xu Feng said.

So refreshing! Li Ke suddenly felt that he had been deceived. But since it has been decided, there is no reason to go back.

Li Ke walked to the stone stele, found a few grass vines next to the cemetery, tied the black stele a few times, stretched his arms into the grass vines, and stood up all the way around his waist.

"Well, it's not heavy. Li Ke said.

It looks scary, there is a black stele more than half a zhang long, and it feels like it weighs dozens of catties, Li Ke, who was born in a peasant family, is still very easy to carry on his back, but he is carrying a black stele half a zhang long, which looks weird.

Hengshui Town is surrounded by mountains on both sides, a river flows under the town, and the two roads leading to the town in the north and south are also winding mountain roads, so the news is relatively closed.

The news of the corpse puppets making chaos, the sect strangling, and even the government wanted them has not spread in the town for three or five days.

Waiting for a group of four people to walk out of the north gate of Hengshui, it was already a different scene on the official road.

The people were flustered, and the carriage was speeding forward.

There are very few travelers on foot, and even if there are, they are in groups of more than a dozen, looking panicked, walking briskly, and unwilling to make more stops on the road.

Occasionally, there were figures with swords in hand, stopping pedestrians to ask questions, Xu Feng and Jiang Liao glanced at each other, tried to detour as much as possible, avoided them, and headed north.

......

Dongfang Bai didn't leave the inn, and he spent the whole day thinking about it with a pair of depressed eyes.

Looking at the Bai Ding Sword in his hand, he first confirmed that he was a cultivator.

Yes, I am the noblest type of person in this world, high above.

This is very much in line with Dongfang Bai's hope.

Then he remembered that his name was Dongfang Bai, and then he actually remembered that he was a disciple who was preparing to take the Tsing Yi exam.

Maybe the idea of rushing to Yingdu was too strong, and even the South China Sea Conch didn't touch his obsession to participate in the Tsing Yi test.

Too many memories are not a good thing, the more worries, the more weaknesses, the closer to defeat. In fact, a person who knows who he is and what he wants to do is enough. Dongfang Bai thought conceitedly.

Sitting cross-legged, his divine thoughts ran in his body for seven weeks, and he found that he was the combat power of the Apocalypse Middle Realm, and he was very relieved in his heart.

However, when he sat and looked at himself, as if he were looking at his Mud Pill Palace in a mirror, he suddenly found that his divine consciousness had suffered a severe blow several hours ago, and the injuries left by the impact were very obvious.

If it weren't for this attack, I would have been?! At least the peak of the apocalypse!

Anger accumulates in Dongfang Bai's chest, and someone actually plots against himself!

He vaguely felt that the loss of his memories of the past had a lot to do with this attack.

In the north of Zhongzhou in early autumn, the nights and mornings are as cold as winter, but the heat is unusually hot during the day, and the scorching sun is like a fire scorching the entire continent.

Dongfang Bai's forehead also had a layer of fine sweat, and the hard thinking of the past few days made him a little tired, and his hair bun was a little scattered. However, even so, it is still difficult to hide his heroic appearance.

There were a few beggars holding funerals by the roadside, and there was a loud cry, and there was a shallow pit three feet long, and the body was wrapped in a narrow mat, and it was probably a child inside.

"Dig deeper...... Too close to the mountain trail, don't let hyenas and jackals disturb the child's sleep. An old man with a gray beard said sadly.

The old man held the mat and gently put it into the grave.

A few adult beggars in ragged clothes, with little sadness in their eyes. Because, death is a very common thing, a life of begging, where you die, you will be buried, and no one has the extra strength to carry the body to find a place.

The adult beggars were ready to bulldoze and fill the pit. A few people just had a decent shovel, the others were tree branches, and some simply knelt on the ground and pushed with their hands.

"Wait a minute. The gray-bearded old man said.

He pulled out a precious-looking cotton scarf from his bosom, looked around to make sure that no other beggar saw it, and quickly reached out and placed it on the mat wrapped in the corpse.

"Bury it!" said the old man.

There were a few women and children standing around, looking at the narrow tomb, tears flowing silently down the dark cheeks, I don't know if it was the girl who died of heartache, or the cotton scarf that hurt heartache.

When Dongfang Bai passed by the tomb, the simple funeral had just ended.

The beggars turned around and suddenly saw Dongfang Bai on the road, as if they had bumped into an evil ghost during the day, and retreated backwards.

A few weak ones were so frightened that they fell to the ground, dragged up the dust, and crawled backwards.

Dongfang Bai frowned slightly, not understanding what grudge he had against this group of lowly beggars.

Only the gray-bearded old man remained, looking at Dongfang Bai numbly, motionless, like a sculpture.

"Do you know me?" Dongfang Bai asked inexplicably, glancing at the filled tomb, on which there were a few stones simply resting as a mark.

The old man did not move, nor did he answer Dongfang Bai's question.

Dongfang Bai felt extremely bored, shook his head, and had to continue on his way.

After walking for about a few miles in the sweltering heat, I suddenly felt as if something was under my right foot, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Dongfang Bai picked up a big stone on the side of the road and sat down, took off his shoes, and found that there were nine extremely deep black holes on the soles of his shoes, which seemed to be about to pierce the soles.

These black holes are like snakes, zigzag and arranged, and there seem to be fine black lines on the edges. Dongfang Bai carefully identified it, and it didn't look like it was caused by ordinary candle flames.

What did he secretly write down? Dongfang Bai asked himself. What the hell is it? There was a carriage coming from a distance, and it was moving at a very high speed, bringing up a lot of smoke and dust.

Dongfang Bai got up and stopped in the middle of the official road.

"Shhhh......h

The coachman flipped over in a weird way, "You're blind ......"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a chill on the hot day, and looked up at the young man in front of him.

Dressed in green clothes, he stood up with no expression on his extremely handsome face, holding an unusual-looking sword in his hand.

The coachman was taken by the cold eyes of the handsome young man in front of him, and he swallowed the words that he was about to scold.

"This son, what is the so-called matter?"

"Ride. Dongfang Bai said coldly, and at the same time started and walked towards the carriage.

"Make ...... I can't help it, it's ...... in the car" The coachman threw his whip on his seat and hurried over to stop him.

But it was too late, Dongfang Bai had already gotten into the carriage.

"Liu Da, that's it, the old lady is also lonely on the road, and it is okay to be accompanied by someone. ”

The coachman was just about to lift the curtain to drive people away, when a woman's voice came from the carriage.

Liu Da stood beside the car and was stunned for a moment, until a voice came from the carriage again: "The devil is stunned!

Liu Da returned to his seat in a huff, with mixed feelings in his heart.

The whip swirled in the air, snapped, pulled out a loud whip, and the sturdy black horse neighed on the official road, pulling the carriage away.