Could it be that someone gave me a dream last night? But he didn't say that I should save him, but just kept saying that I should go, that it was coming back, who was it? Was it the guy who played with silver threads to control the soul of the living? Where would he hide? This little yellow temple is not big, and there is no well in sight?

"Someone!"

"Master, what do you command?" Agudamu gnawed on the chicken wings in his hand. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Search this Yellow Temple, don't let go of every corner!"

"Ah, still searching, master, can't hide anything in this big place?" Agudamu is right, this yellow temple is so big, a front hall and an apse, a courtyard and an ordinary meditation room, nothing can be hidden in the meditation room, and nothing has been found in the front hall and back hall.

"Ah!!!h

Wushuang ran back to the front hall with Agudamu, and it was Ma Ya who was calling. Wushuang pushed the door and ran in, only to see the little girl in the house leaning against the corner of the wall in fright, her body trembling constantly.

"It's okay, it's okay, there's a brother here, is it a nightmare?" Wushuang took her into his arms, since this girl passed away, he is the only relative in the world.

"Human head, human head, brother, there, there!" Ma Ya looked frightened, pointing in the direction of the window sill and shouting.

Wushuang looked back, ouch, it was really a bloody human head, and the outside of the human head didn't know what was wrapped in a layer, like wax oil or plaster. Somehow, it fell to the ground and shattered, splashing blood and dregs.

"Agudamu, the girl strokes the horse and goes out. ”

Wushuang walked over and put on gloves to pick up the bloody human head, although this human head has been a little dry rot, but it is still well preserved, this person is estimated to have been dead for less than half a month, and the blood stains flowing out of the seven orifices have dried up, but after such a fall just now, all the blood clots that wanted to dry up were thrown out.

"Why does it look familiar?" Wushuang muttered to himself, casually throwing the hot potato to his subordinates and saying to wash it.

This group of caravan brothers are all executioners who kill people without blinking, isn't it just a dead corpse's head, as long as it is not a ghost, they are not afraid of anything.

There were a lot of plaster fragments and mud chips scattered on the ground, and Wushuang understood, he had always felt that the small statue in the window shrine was a little strange when he came yesterday, but he couldn't tell what was strange, in short, he felt uncomfortable looking at it. It turned out that this statue was wrapped in a human head, and it was estimated that it must have been committed by the demon monk.

"Master, come and take a look, isn't this the old bald donkey?" After the human head was washed, the Mabang brothers blew up the nest, why is this human head exactly the same as the Zhugu Living Buddha who entertained them yesterday? Could it be that it was a ghost who entertained them yesterday?

"This wicked man! I don't know if he is dead or alive now, if I bump into him again, I will have to pick his skin! It's so hateful! I killed the Zhugu Living Buddha so cruelly, no wonder someone gave me a dream last night, it seems that it was the Zhugu Living Buddha! Dig up the yard for me, anyway, we are also living on other people's land, and they blocked the knife for us, so it should be a good burial. ”

After a short time, everyone dug up an undisclosed corpse at the southwest corner of the courtyard of the Yellow Temple, and the corpse was still wearing a lama's robe.

After burying the Zhugu Living Buddha, Wushuang sat cross-legged in the main hall, looked at Shakyamuni in front of him, and said in his heart, Buddha and Buddha, will you watch the wicked kill your pious disciples in front of you? You, you, you are admired by all people, and you are incense from all directions, but what use are you? Can your goodness overwhelm those heinous sinners?

They all say I'm vicious, but isn't all I doing to punish those wicked people for you, and why can't they understand me?

"Brother, what are we going to do next? are you still waiting here?" Ma Ya walked in and patted him on the shoulder.

"I want you to go back. Wushuang suddenly spoke.

"Why? Did I make you angry again? You don't have a wound on your back, and do you expect their big men to take care of you?"

"No, listen to me, you are too dangerous by my side, our opponent this time is not only Japanese, you were right last night, I can play too few cards in my hand now, and my opponents are hiding in the dark, I can't count on you to protect you every time I encounter trouble, right? Listen to me, I will let my brothers send you back to Horqin in a while, and then let your brother Battle take you back to China. Wushuang is not afraid that Ma Ya will drag himself down, it is good to have a careful woman around him to take care of him, but he remembered Tong Sixi's words, if Ma Ya is really that nobleman, then I am afraid that this expedition will have to take his life sooner or later, the Dong family already owes Ma Sihai too much, and he must not wronged his granddaughter.

"Do you want to exchange me for Sister Caidie?" Ma Ya immediately sank her little face.

"No, I didn't mean that!"

"I won't go back, I can't leave you! Grandpa's suicide note before leaving is clear, our Ma family will always be loyal to the thief, the master doesn't have to think so much, you are the master, the maid is the servant! How can there be a reason for the servant to leave the master without permission?" The little girl said righteously, this is the first time she solemnly called Wushuang the master, and she must be in a little mood again.

"Okay, okay, even if I didn't say it, I'm really afraid of you, no one dares to bully me in this life, so it's you!" Wushuang hugged her into his arms and comforted her.

The wind and sand outside the mountain are still violent, and it is the two most violent days of the sandstorm, they can't get out of Saiyin Mountain now, let alone go to the Death Desert to find the sand city, and it is even difficult to return to Horqin, so only this beautiful Saiyin Mountain is still a temporary pure land, not soaked by the sandstorm.

This Saiyin Mountain is rarely visited, so the ecological environment in the mountain has been maintained well, there are many wild beasts in the mountain, in the daytime, several brothers carry guns to go out to hunt, in the afternoon to receive a lot of goods, rabbits again, and the antelope, but also in a river ditch to catch a lot of big fish. If it's not a special period, it must be a good place to travel and vacation.

"Master, are we going to wait for my eldest brother and Professor Bayara?" asked Agudam.

"No, we're waiting for the sandstorm to stop, let's stay here for the time being, and let's continue north after the sandstorm stops. ”

The night is quietly coming again, the night on the grassland is beautiful, the air here is fresh, the mountains and rivers are beautiful. Wushuang and everyone sat in the courtyard of the Yellow Temple, and a bonfire was lit, and everyone chatted and barbecued meat.

What has always made Wushuang feel uneasy is not the escape of the thief, he has always been unable to figure out that the Zhugu Living Buddha gave him a dream last night that "it" is coming. Who is it?