Qing Xuanzi is dead!

Not only did I cut off his head, but I destroyed his body!

How could it not be dead! There are no bones left, how can they not die!

The shopkeeper is lying to me, but why should he lie to me?

Don't...... He's in the same league as Qing Xuanzi!

As soon as he thought of this, Jiang Wuji's anger burned even more!

This place is fucking enough, I just escaped death, and now I'm coming back to this one?!

The sea of Qi in the body is roaring, even if the copper coin is bladeless and blunt, but with the blessing of Qi Yuan, it can also sharpen iron like mud!

"Brother, brother, calm down! Elder brother! The girl kept calling, this is the county seat, not Qingyu Village.

If you kill someone, the people from the yamen will come over soon!

But now, for Jiang Wuji, he only needs one answer!

Why did the shopkeeper lie to his answer!

"Do you even say it!" Jiang Wujian roared.

"Dao Chief, what do you want me to say, I really didn't lie to you."

The shopkeeper was about to cry, no, he was already crying......

When he saw Jiang Wuji's right hand, which was trembling slightly from anger, he hurriedly shouted, "You don't believe that I can ask others!" Everyone in the county knows about this! ”

"You know?!"

In this instant, Jiang Wuji's reason regained dominance.

Now there are three possibilities.

1. The shopkeeper is lying.

2, this Qing Xuanzi is not the village head.

3, the people of the entire county are all accomplices of the village chief!

The third possibility, which is too outrageous.

Jiang Wujian doesn't know how many people there are in the county, but to say that so many people are accomplices of the village chief, this possibility is too low and outrageous, so it is directly ruled out.

Then there are only two possibilities left.

So, Jiang Wujian found a sturdy hemp rope, tied the shopkeeper to a pillar, gagged him with rags, and then bolted the door again, and finally took Xiaoyu back to the street through the window.

Back on the main street, Jiang Wujian walked towards the two men who were chatting.

Seeing Jiang Wujian coming, the two hurriedly made a fuss.

"Good way."

"Good way."

Jiang Wuji, who was already in a hurry, didn't say a word of nonsense, and went directly to the topic: "Let me ask you, what is the name of the Taoist priest who gave Dan a few days ago?" ”

"Huh? Oh, is the Taoist chief trying to inquire about your fellow Daoists? The man in sackcloth laughed.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up!" Jiang Wuji frowned and scolded, holding the copper coin sword tightly in his hand.

"Qing Xuanzi! It was the Qingxuanzi Dao Leader who gave the elixir! The Mai man hurriedly said.

Jiang Wuxi looked at the person next to him.

The latter was a spirit, "Yes! He's right, it's called Qing Xuanzi! ”

"When did Qing Xuanzi leave?" Jiang Wujian asked again.

"July 16! Because it's just over July and a half, I remember it very well! ”

"Yes, yes, it's July 16!"

Jiang Wuji thanked him and took Xiaoyu to another few streets.

After asking more than a dozen random people, the answers were surprisingly consistent!

Qing Xuanzi, July 12, gave Dan, and left the county seat on July 16.

And judging from the descriptions of Qing Xuanzi by different people, it is very likely that he is really the village chief!

Skinny, somewhat hunchbacked, and hoarse.

So, the village chief didn't die?

For this result, Jiang Wuji definitely couldn't accept it.

"Brother, I don't think that's the village chief, it's normal for people to be old and sparse, thin and hunched, as for the road number, maybe it's a coincidence." Jiang Zhiyu tried to calm Jiang Wuji's emotions.

After all, she couldn't believe that the village chief, who had no body, was still alive.

What's more, the timing is not right.

On the night of July 15, they and the village chief were still in the back mountain.

But just now, someone said that he saw Qing Xuanzi walking down the street around the middle of July.

Jiang Zhiyu could think of this, and Jiang Wuxi naturally thought of it too.

"Or ...... Let's go back and see? The girl asked.

Jiang Wuji shook his head and said, "It's getting dark, it's not appropriate to go back now, we can try another way." ”

"What's the solution?"

"Ask Mi."

"Ask Mi?"

The shopkeeper said before that there was a man in Yongan Town who asked Mi Po.

Originally, there was nothing to say, but this plague has killed a lot of people, so now people often go to ask Mi Po if there is anything that the deceased has forgotten to explain, whether it is good down there, what needs something, or maybe I would like to bless it......

Jiang Wuji knew that asking rice was superstition, but now that he thought about it, in this absurd world, maybe it was another way of saying it.

After asking for directions a few times, Jiang Wuji quickly found the place where Mi Po was.

It was a small dilapidated house, and when I walked into the courtyard, a person happened to come out of the house.

While wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, he thanked the house, and shouted when he passed by Jiang Wuji's side.

When you enter the house, the first thing you smell is a very strong smell of incense.

The display in the room is also very simple, a table, two chairs, an incense burner, a bowl of white rice, and a brazier.

"This fellow Daoist, what's the matter with looking for an old body?" The old woman, whose face was covered with the ravines of time, asked in a calm tone.

But at the same time, she was also looking at Jiang Wujian repeatedly.

"You're just asking Mi Po?" Jiang Wujian asked.

The old woman nodded and said with a smile: "It's the old body." ”

"I'll ask you about rice." Jiang Wujian sat down directly in front of Mi Po.

seemed to see Jiang Wuji's urgent mood, and asked Mi Po bluntly: "Don't ask about the people who died in vain, don't ask if you have no name or surname." ”

Jiang Wuxi frowned: "Why?" ”

Asked Mi Po: "People who die in vain will generally turn into evil ghosts, easy to be entangled, no name, no surname, no incense to worship, please come up, you can't send it away." ”

"It's okay, it's neither, how many silver taels, I'll ask once." Jiang Wujian said.

However, Wen Mi Po shook his head and said, "The old man doesn't accept Xiaoyou's money, I just hope that after the matter is completed, Xiaoyou can help the old man do something." ”

"What's the matter?" Jiang Wuxi began to be a little impatient, helping people to do things was obviously more troublesome than giving money directly.

Ask Mi Po said with a smile: "Don't be anxious, the old body will help you do things first, if the old body asks the little friend can't do it, refuse it, the old body will not force it." ”

Jiang Wuji: "Okay! ”

"Who's the name?"

"Zhang Fugui."

The name sounds a bit outrageous, but it's the village chief's real name.

"So when, where will die."

"Half of July, Qingyu Village."

"Are there relics?"

"Bang dang." Jiang Wuxi threw the copper coin sword on the table.

Wen Mi Po took a deep look at Jiang Wuji, then lit a few pieces of paper money and threw them into the brazier, and then grabbed a handful of rice and sprinkled it on the copper coin sword.

Finally, he closed his eyes and said something in his mouth.

"The general of the horse took the god of death, and the god of death took me to find the soul of the dead, walked closely and quickly, and entered the underworld to pass the ghost gate."

"The general who fights the horse brings the soul of the dead, and the god of death ......"

The words of Mi Po are very vague, and they just say it back and forth.

I don't know how many times I repeated it, but the flame of the candle planted in the incense burner suddenly flickered!

The original irregular smoke of the three-pillar incense turned into a line at this time, straight up!

stared intently at Mi Po, but after waiting for a long time, there was still no response.

Jiang Wujian couldn't help but speak: "Have you arrived?" ”

“……”

"Ask Mi Po?"

"My good apprentice, hehehe...... Belch. ”

Moment!

Scalp tightness! Chill hair Zhuo erect!