The mountain wind let out a sharp and mournful roar, whistling over the surrounding green bamboos. The green bamboo swayed for a while, and there were green leaves flying down, and the fragrance of the bamboo that seemed to be nothing swirled in the wind with the wind.

The maid who had gone and returned stood in front of Xiao Shizhu, gave him a blessing slowly, and then said softly: "Son of God, please come with me, our queen is waiting for you in the attic. ”。

Xiao Shizhu, who was smiling lightly, nodded, and saw the third floor of the attic, quietly perched on the eaves and corners, and Qin Yuan, who was hiding among the decorative stone carvings, was even more relieved, so he said calmly to the maid: "I'm tired." ”。

It's just that the vigilance in my heart is still there, and I haven't relaxed. The killing machine that could not be held in the surrounding bamboo forest still made Xiao Shizhu very concerned.

After the maid made a gesture of please, Xiao Shizhu took the lead and stepped on the stone steps, and the other ghosts followed.

The maid led them up to the base of the pavilion and stood in the middle of the building.

I saw that the middle floor of the building was very simple, and there was no beauty and grandeur outside. A few red sandalwood pillars that are hugged by two people and decorated with no patterns support the elegant Wufu Pingqi. On the floor covered with glossy bamboo floors, there is not much decoration and superfluous furnishings.

Deep in the middle of the building, between the two stairs leading up to the second floor, there is a mat woven of ivory silk, which is smooth and smooth, and the texture is fine and even, and it is soft and comfortable.

On the ground next to the milky white and delicate mat, there is a celadon lamp with a thick wall, with a round mouth and round lips, and a beaded pattern around the edge.

On the ivory mat sat a kind old lady dressed in plain clothes, old and decrepit, she had long lost her former beauty, and her kind face was covered with deep wrinkles. The sunken eyes silently tell all the vicissitudes that the old man has experienced in the years. Only the hair is combed very carefully, without a trace of messiness, but it looks a little energetic. It's just that there is no trace of black hair in the white hair like silver threads. Even if he had a hairpin and a hairpin made of gold, silver, and jade jewelry on his head, he lost his gorgeous brilliance in this silver hair.

In the attic, except for Xiao Shizhu and them, only this old lady who was old and decrepit, but still in good spirits.

The maid brought them to the old man with a kind eye, and when she stood down, she knelt down before the old man, bowed her head and whispered, "Queen, the little slave has been ordered to bring the son of God to the audience. ”。

The old man's gaze fell on Xiao Shizhu's body, and he didn't look away. From the moment Xiao Shizhu stepped into this simple and simple attic, she sensed a familiar strength and aura on Xiao Shizhu.

Now Xiao Shizhu is close at hand, the old ghost who is called the queen by the maid, under careful perception, the deep eye sockets, all under the lips one and the other, flashing with excitement and a little tears.

Xiao Shizhu was about to salute, and he was stunned when he saw this scene. The excitement in the old man's eyes continued to overflow, looking at his gaze, although blurred by the tears, it was still like an old friend meeting after a long absence, and the excitement was full of mixed feelings.

The building was silent, so quiet that you could clearly hear the old lady's gradual and rapid gasp, trembling with excitement.

Xiao Shizhu looked at her and looked at her, feeling inexplicable, even if he met his own grandson, he had never seen such an excitement? After thinking about it carefully, whether it was in the world or in the days of the underworld, he had never had anything to do with such a silver-haired, kind-eyed old lady? Xiao Shizhu was even more confused.

The old ghost's trembling hands, holding on to the ivory mat, stood up tremblingly.

On the body of Xiao Shizhu opposite her, the mysterious power exuded was the power that only the ancient gods had.

And after coming to the Yellow Spring, this familiar power often evokes memories hidden in the depths of her heart. Sometimes I would dream back at midnight, and the memories of those days when I was in the underworld and the ancient gods were with her, lingered in the heart of Queen Huangquan for a long time.

Xiao Shizhu is definitely the son of God, and Queen Huangquan can be sure, and she has mixed feelings in her heart.

A breeze blew in from the open door. Queen Huangquan was inspired by their robes, and their cuffs swayed. The tears rolling in the eyes of Queen Huangquan could no longer hold back, and rushed out of her eyes.

Now, Xiao Shizhu is not only inexplicable, but also surprised. I muttered to myself in my heart: "Isn't it Huangquan's etiquette, you have to cry once you meet?"

Thinking of this, Xiao Shizhu's brows suddenly furrowed, and a look of worry appeared between his facial features. He usually has few tears when he encounters any difficulties, but now where are the eyes, and he can't cry at all, what should he do?

"Dare to ask......" Just when Xiao Shizhu was struggling with how to squeeze out a few tears, Queen Huangquan, whose lips trembled, looked at Xiao Shizhu and stopped talking. Tears welled up in her eyes, moistening her eye sockets and wrinkled cheeks.

In the end, Queen Huangquan asked in a trembling voice when Xiao Shizhu was more and more inexplicable: "May I ask this son of God, Ling Zun and Ling Ci?"

From the Xuan Li on Xiao Shizhu's body, she had already guessed who it was. But she still wanted to hear it, and listen to Xiao Shizhu personally say the names of those two, so that she, the queen of Huangquan, still admires the names of the ancient gods.

"Fuxi, Nuwa. Xiao Shizhu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, raised his head and slowly raised his chin, and returned proudly.

"It turned out to be Nuwa Niangniang's child, the old slave who knocked to see the son of God. Queen Huangquan suddenly knelt in front of Xiao Shizhu and kowtowed.

Queen Huangquan had just finished speaking, and Xiao Shizhu hadn't yet enjoyed the pride and superiority that came too quickly, and the pleasure of fighting his father, so he raised his head a little higher, and saw a few flat chess pieces above his head, which had been quietly opened. After the draw was opened, there was a silver glitter in the dimness. Before he could take a closer look, the sharp crack sounded above their heads.

A sharp arrow struck the Queen of Huangquan who was still lying on the ground, shooting away like a torrent of rain in a gale.

At the same time, the maid who had been kneeling behind the Queen of Huangquan exclaimed loudly at the top of her voice, "Come on, the son of God has assassinated the queen!" ......

Outside the island in the middle of the holy lake, in a roadside thatched house not far from the exit of the valley, Ke Yun, who was already covered in a foul smell, struggled in the dung pit.

She once thought about dozens of ways to die in her spare time, some died in battle, some died of old age, some died of illness and some died of anger, but there is no such tasteful death as today when she was pushed into a dung pit and then forcibly choked to death in the dung water.

Ke Yun, who has been struggling for a long time, has the strength in his body that is rapidly fading. And the two ghosts on the edge of the pit are more and more energetic. They who have a heart to make Ke Yun seem to be a little more playful.

Even murder is no longer so serious, it looks like a prank.

Maybe it's the two male ghosts, they both think that Ke Yun is dead. And Ke Yun didn't dare to scream for some reason, as if he was afraid that if he was not careful, the fecal water would pour into the entrance.

While looking at every movement of Ke Yun's struggle with a playful gaze in their eyes, their hands were no longer as hard as they were at the beginning. Always when Ke Yun was struggling to float a few points, they worked together to push Ke Yun into those filthy things and push them down for a few points.

Fortunately, Ke Yun was also born in the army, and he was also experienced in a hundred battles in the past. At this time, although his life was hanging by a thread, his hands were holding on to the edge of the pit, and even if he was trampled on his ten fingers by the two male ghosts, he would never let go. Otherwise, the murder would have been over long ago.

The two ghosts were having fun, the smile on their faces was even stronger, and Ke Yun was getting less and less able to struggle. Seeing that Ke Yun was about to die in this foul-smelling pit, the back of the necks of the two male ghosts suddenly cooled, and the dung scoop in his hand suddenly stopped.

The coldness across the back of the neck, those two male ghosts are too familiar. It was a sharp blade, and it was cold, slender and cold. Immediately after that, there was a few more chills, poking at several key points on their backs. In an instant, cold sweat broke out in the palms of the two male ghosts, and when their eyes widened, their fingers loosened, and the dung scoop in their hands suddenly fell to the ground.

"Grandma's, even our commander you dare to move!" An angry rebuke came from behind the two male ghosts who were already trembling: "I'm impatient!"

It was the angry rebuke of Ke Yun's own soldiers, they were waiting quietly outside the latrine, but when they saw that Ke Yun didn't come out for a long time, they felt a little strange, so they turned over and got off Dangkang and rushed to check.

Unexpectedly, I saw two male ghosts appear in the women's toilet where they shouldn't go, and they were using a dung scoop to try to press Ke Yun into the dung water and choke to death in the latrine.

Then they felt a chill on the back of their necks, and suddenly left their necks. But they all knew that the chill would hit again in that second, and they were about to break their necks.

The two male ghosts confessed, closed their eyes and waited for death.

At this moment, Ke Yun, who had already been pulled up by other ghost soldiers, shouted: "They are important witnesses, they can't be killed!", and immediately stopped the ghost soldiers who wanted to behead the two male ghosts.

"What witness?" Ke Yun's ghost soldiers were suddenly stunned, looked at Ke Yun, who was covered with filth, and asked suspiciously.

"Murder of the Queen. Ke Yun stood up, looked down at the feces and urine on his body, retched for a while, and almost threw up.

She immediately rushed out, hurried to the edge of the water tank outside the toilet, hurriedly picked up the water scoop, and kept drawing water from the water tank, desperately washing away the filth on her body.

The ghost soldiers in the latrine had already tied up the two dumb male ghosts with hemp rope and escorted them out of the latrine.

Ke Yun outside rinsed her whole body several times with water, and she was wet, only a little less stink on her body, but she still smelled.

The ghost soldiers under her command did not dislike it, and walked over to stand beside her, only frowning slightly, and asked, "Commander, what did you just say about murdering the queen, is it something that the two ghosts are going to do?"

As he spoke, he looked at the two male ghosts who were tied up, and he didn't seem to be able to see that these two male ghosts who were afraid and still trembling had any means to assassinate Queen Huangquan.

"They're just accomplices. Scooping up another scoop of water, Ke Yun, who was drenched from his hand, put down the scoop in his hand, and glared at the two male ghosts: "The real murderer is Lin Yun next to the queen." ”。

"What?" Ke Yun's ghost soldiers were shocked, and the two male ghosts also lowered their heads, staring at their toes, not daring to say more.

"You take care of them, and the others come with me to the palace to meet the queen. Ke Yun took the copper fork handed by his subordinates and said categorically: "Even if it is rude, you must report this matter to the queen!"

[Pingqi - Pingqi is an indoor ceiling, which was also called "dust-bearing" in ancient times. It is to put a large wooden board between the wooden frames, and the board is painted or pasted with paper with colorful patterns, this form became a flat chess in the Song Dynasty, and later generations continued to use more. In general, light materials such as bamboo and sorghum stalks are used as frames, and then paper is pasted. 】