Jiang Mian's eyes darkened, and the violent wind pressure made him unable to open his eyes.

After a few breaths, the wind subsided, and he steadied himself.

When I raised my eyes, the small courtyard in front of me was not Guo Sheng's house.

"Guo Sheng..."

Jiang Mian thought of that shrewd man, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

When they left, they were still the two, and when they came back, they were the only ones left, how could they explain this to Guo Sheng's wife?

Jiang Mian woke up and asked the old hunter about the bones of the hunters, but the old hunter only said that he had buried them.

He hesitated for a moment, but still entered the courtyard gate.

In a little more than a week, the yard was full of dust and overgrown with weeds in the corners.

Jiang Mian looked at the wall, and the arrow target hanging there had also disappeared.

He twitched his nose and sniffed, and there was a distinct earthy smell in the air.

The boy sensed the abnormality and slammed forward to push the door open, and the dilapidated door was forced open and dusty.

"Ahem, ahem."

Jiang Mian took a mouthful of ash.

It's obviously been uninhabited for a long time.

Rumble!

His brain exploded, and his back was instantly soaked with sweat.

A few days ago, he was still having dinner with Guo Sheng and his wife here, and Jiang Mian withdrew, yes, this courtyard is right.

"Even if Guo Sheng dies in the mountains, what about his wife?"

Jiang Mian's body was chilling, and he forcibly endured the fear in his heart, even if there was something dirty, he was already a martial artist after all.

Tonight is different from the past, what comes from something, I will break it with a knife.

Jiang Mian's body was surging with qi and blood, and Wu Fu's copper skin was stimulated, he took out the weather-beaten pig killing knife, and carefully examined every suspicious place.

The bed was covered with dust, and he shook off the cover, which was full of rotten musty smell.

and an unpleasant, pungent sour smell.

It's like the smell of aged vinegar.

Quicklime was found inside the corner.

There were ashes in the fire, which at least meant that the house had not been abandoned for long.

There were no other clues, and Jiang Mian retreated silently.

In Lin'an City, a depressed young man sat in a wine shop, and on the table was a pot of osmanthus brew.

The spicy liquor entered his throat, piping hot like a piece of red-hot coal, but Jiang Mian drank it one by one.

The liquor drove away the cold, but the fingers he picked up the glass trembled a little.

He inquired clearly, there was Guojiazhuang outside the city, but the whole village was closed due to the plague more than three months ago, and the old vinegar and quicklime found in the room also corroborated this.

None of the households in Guojiazhuang survived, and all the bodies were thrown and burned in mass graves.

This reminded Jiang Mian that the day he woke up, there were corpses all around, and the air was filled with a foul smell.

Green-headed flies were flying around, some of the corpses were rotting, and there were disgusting maggots lying on their skin.

Jiang Mian crawled out of the pile of dead people.

He was like a lonely ghost, reborn from the ashes of corpses everywhere.

And he should have died like those people, Jiang Mian shuddered, he hit a ghost in broad daylight.

Jiang Mian took out the wooden man and brush in his clothes.

The wooden figure has no face, the shape is simple, and there are countless knife marks carved on the body, like fine spider webs wrapped around the person's body.

Jiang Mian rubbed those knife marks with his hand, and the skin that was pierced was painful.

That pen is not a brush, the non-brush of Shangyang School Palace is very famous in the Great Zhou, taken from the ink washing pool in the forbidden place of the School Palace, contaminated with the heroic righteousness of the sages of the School Palace.

It does not need any medium to write, and even can volley calligraphy and painting, so it is sought after by the disciples of the Shangqing School of Taoism.

The pen in his hand and the wooden man told him that everything was true.

He opened the panel.

Host: Jiang Mian

Pig Killing Skill: Heaven Tier 5/10

Killing Skill: Yellow Rank 3/10

Jade Muscle Exhalation: Yellow Level 90/100

Kaishan Fist: Yellow Rank 40/100

Cut Yujin: Yellow level 1/100

Che Yujin was impressively in the ranks, and Jiang Mian breathed a sigh of relief.

The old hunter is a cultivator in the Eight Realms, it is easy to kill himself, there is no need to be so troublesome.

"He must know the details of Guo Sheng, but why didn't he say it?" Jiang Mian was puzzled.

It is even possible that the ghost of Guo Sheng is the handiwork of the old hunter, or even the white-clothed monk.

Jiang Mian's heart was in a mess, too many people suddenly broke into his life.

And he is just a rootless duckweed in this world, and a small splash of water can knock him over.

He sat by the window for a long time, his eyes looking into the distance, which was the location of the prison in the south of the city.

After a long time, Jiang Mian packed up his mind and left the wine shop.

When walking on the bluestone slab on the street of Pingkangfang, Jiang Mian inexplicably felt at ease, and the experience of these days was much more wonderful than his previous life.

When he returned to his small courtyard, he found a familiar figure lying on the stone table in the courtyard.

Take care of it.

Hearing Jiang Mian approaching, the girl lying on the stone table suddenly woke up.

Seeing Jiang Mian's pretty cheeks, surprise welled up: "You're finally back." ”

"Where have you been these days? You're going to be weird when you come out of prison. The neighbor's aunt also asked you if you sell meat, if you don't sell meat, everyone can only go to Zheng's house to buy meat, and the price over there is too high. The girl chattered endlessly, pestering Jiang Mian to ask questions.

"I won't sell meat anymore." Jiang Mian thought for a while, "I'm going to go on a long trip in two days, and it should be a long time before I come back." ”

"Are you going to the Northlands?" Gu Xixi blinked her eyes, she lowered her head and hid the expression on her face well.

"How do you know?" Jiang Mian was surprised, he had never told anyone about this matter.

"Guess." The girl raised her head with an innocent expression.

Jiang Mian smiled a little cheaply, "You won't be able to eat in the past few months." ”

"Cut, who is rare, my grandfather and I are also going on a long trip."

Gu Xixi said that it didn't matter, this greatly surprised Jiang Mian, according to this girl's greedy performance, shouldn't she chase him to eat enough in the past few days.

"Didn't you just come to Anseong? Why do you have to go far again. ”

Jiang Mian was a little curious about the old man next door, the old man had always lived in a simple place, and he didn't care much about people he met a few times on the road.

I don't know how there is such a granddaughter who has such a personality out of her mind.

"Grandpa's business is done, we have to go."

Gu Xixi obviously didn't want to dwell on this issue more.

"What are we going to eat at night?" She looked at Jiang Mian with a pair of bright eyes, full of anticipation.

"Don't talk about us, I don't know you that well." Jiang Mian deliberately kept a straight face, but his mood was much happier.

"Go buy a fish and come back."

"Gotcha."

Jiang Mian cooks and cherishes buying vegetables, which can be regarded as a tacit understanding formed by him in the past few months.

"It's like, what's weird."

Jiang Mian looked at the girl's disappearing back, "How do you feel that Gu Xixi is a bit similar to the black-robed girl that night?" ”

Syllable!

Jiang Mian gave himself a slap to sober himself up.

"Am I confused, how can such an edible girl be a master of the four realms of the Daomen." He muttered to himself.

On the other side, Gu Xixi, who seemed to have been walking on the street, showed an inexplicable smile, a pair of big apricot eyes bent into a crescent shape, and he was as cunning as a little fox.