If the soul had a temperature, Zhong Xingwen's soul would definitely be frozen by the same cold as this body.

The bones of this corpse did not fall apart completely as Zhong Xingwen guessed, indicating that there were still some stale flesh and skin attached to the body, and even some blackened linen cloth was attached to the body.

The stench accompanied the hideous and terrifying face of the corpse, and Zhong Xingwen froze on the spot against the wall of the well.

Another part of Daoist Xue's words also came to mind at this moment.

"Although the ghost was exterminated by the poor Dao yesterday, but the coexistence of ghosts and demons yesterday is unusual, and the poor Dao suspects that even if you go to find a place, maybe there is a ghost waiting for you."

Zhong Xingwen's face didn't know whether there was more water or sweat at the moment, and he couldn't pin his hope on the spell that had been wet.

A few breaths is as long as hours.

Not long after the bones floated, some of the bones floated on the water, less than a foot away from the stiff Zhong Xingwen.

At this moment, even the moonlight falling in the sky seemed dark

"Ho-ho."

For a long time, Zhong Xingwen exhaled a breath with some trembling, not only because he was frozen by the cold and biting well water, but also because he was frightened.

Even if Zhong Xingwen himself was bold enough, he was almost frightened to lose his voice.

It's just bones, and no ghosts show up!

At least, I didn't see it

Zhong Xingwen could only comfort himself like this in his heart, because the spell was already wet, even if there was a ghost here, he might not be able to detect it, and then he couldn't help but whisper.

"I know that you died unjustly, you died unwillingly, you are catching your head, and you have come to avenge your grievances.

Speaking of this, Zhong Xingwen took a deep breath and spoke in a deep voice again.

"You are unwilling to die a worthless death, and you have died an unclear death, there is no justice! I, Zhong Xingwen, sit upright! I came to avenge you, if you know from the spring, you shouldn't hurt me, but help me! ”

After saying this, Zhong Xingwen looked at the floating bones again, forcing himself to calm down, but his eyes were locked on the bones and he never relaxed for a moment.

When the Taoist Xue was recuperating from his injury, Zhong Xingwen also talked to him a lot, ghosts used to be human, even if he had a deep grudge, he might not be able to reason, mainly he had no other way.

After a while, the terrifying bones slowly fell apart, and the biting chill seemed to ease

Zhong Xingwen was finally able to recover more rational thinking, and he was slightly relieved in his heart.

Looking closely at the bones that have fallen apart, it is obvious that the number is wrong.

Other words

Zhong Xingwen looked down at the water. There's a portion below!

Gritting his teeth, the next moment, there was a slight sound of water on the surface of the well, and Zhong Xingwen actually dived again.

Above the mouth of the well, a blue-robed man looked at the well calmly, and he was just about to make a move.

It's no wonder that Yunlai Shangzun values this catch, the righteousness in his heart has been stimulated, and he is indeed very human, and he can even make the ghost stop the idea of harming others, and also save himself.

The person at the mouth of the well is not a person, it is the blue-robed ghost of one of the thirty-six ghosts of Tiangang in Yunlai Palace, although the name is a ghost, but it is actually a god.

In the cold and biting well water below, the head of the county government with fear and righteousness in his heart continued to dive down on the wall of the well, this time diving to the deepest depth, and groping everywhere after hitting the bottom.

After a long time.

"Bang la la lah."

The surface of the well was stirred by the floating people again, and Zhong Xingwen got up from the bottom of the well.

"Ho-ho"

Zhong Xingwen was gasping, his right hand struggled to lift, and a stream of sewage gushed up with what he was lifting, which was a sack.

Zhong Xingwen, who was pale, gasped for a while, and his trembling hand unfolded the sack a little, and sure enough, there was half a corpse left inside

Even though he has been a head catcher for so many years, when he thinks of what happened to this woman before she died, Zhong Xingwen is cold and shivering!

The sack had been tied to ropes and hung with stones at the bottom of the well, perhaps because of the agitation of the water that he was looking for.

Xue Daochang said that she died of drowning, which means that when she was sunk, the Zhang family was actually still alive

At this moment, Zhong Xingwen didn't know whether he was more angry or more afraid, he forced himself to calm down, stabilized his trembling hands, and some of the scattered bones were all put into this sack.

Then Zhong Xingwen grabbed the sack in one hand, propped his limbs on the wall of the well, and crawled up little by little like a gecko swimming on the wall.

The blue-robed ghost by the well above also dissipated into nothingness at this moment.

When Zhong Xingwen climbed out of the well, he first threw the sack containing the bones on the ground, and then the whole person collapsed on the ground and kept gasping.

"Ho ho. Ho. Ho."

After taking a breath and regaining some sensation in his body, Zhong Xingwen didn't dare to rest more, so he immediately got up and checked his surroundings again, and then picked up the sack and left.

When they returned to the old man's yard, the donkey and the old horse, tied to the barn, began to bark uneasily, and their hooves kept pacing back and forth.

However, Zhong Xingwen can't take care of too much at the moment, someone has already chased here, and he doesn't dare to think about whether he has been exposed, but he is definitely not optimistic.

Zhong Xingwen temporarily put the bones outside the house and went back to the house by himself.

did not continue to sleep in the old man's house, let alone leave a book, Zhong Xingwen packed all his bags, changed into dry clothes, and left a piece of broken silver about one tael, and then left immediately.

When he went to the barn to lead the horse, the old horse was restless in the barn, and he was so docile that he was almost humane, and he was not even willing to follow Zhong Xingwen away.

"Woo, spit."

The horse's hooves paced back and forth in the shed, Zhong Xingwen couldn't move too much, but he didn't dare to make too much noise.

No matter how sluggish Zhong Xingwen was, he understood that these animals also had some special feelings, and they were restless and restless, all because of the bones in their hands.

But at this moment, Zhong Xingwen had already retrieved his bags, and he had the things given by Xue Daoren in his hands.

What's more, Zhong Xingwen also had a righteous spirit in his heart to support him, he walked into the barn, approached the horse and gently stroked his head.

"Horse, horse, you were once a war horse, I have experienced the war and seen people fighting with knives, guns and sticks, I know that you are afraid in your heart, but you and I are doing this for righteousness, avenging people's grievances, punishing the wicked, how to be afraid!"

This old horse seemed to be really human, and after Zhong Xingwen said this with a slight tremble, he really gradually quieted down.

"Ho"

Zhong Xingwen stroked the old horse.

"Good man, let's go!"

led the horse out of the livestock shed, and before leaving, he saw a dry sack by the shed, and Zhong Xingwen also took it.

Zhong Xingwen didn't know where the chasing people would be, so he didn't dare to walk from the original place where he entered the village, so he deliberately chose a small road, and changed a bag to hold the bones on the road, and put an extra bag outside, and put the charms and magic weapons given by the Taoist chief to feel at ease.

A man and a horse left the village with a sack containing the bones, and not long after leaving Xiaogu Village, Zhong Xingwen began to gallop on horseback.

Zhong Xingwen didn't know if the person who came here was related to Guan Xinrui, but it was obviously an extremely dangerous signal.

His body has not recovered yet, and even if he recovers, he may not be the opponent's opponent, so he can only escape quickly and then find a way.

Because he was afraid that the man would chase him, Zhong Xingwen didn't dare to take the main road, and picked a small road to gallop.

Although the horse is old, it is obvious that the seller is not bragging, it used to be a war horse, and it is now flying with all four hooves like stepping on the ground, and the speed is amazing.

Even Zhong Xingwen, who was in a hurry, was surprised and surprised.

But the old horse is an old horse after all, and his physical strength is far less than when he was in his prime.

Fortunately, when the old horse's strength gradually grew out and his speed gradually slowed down, according to Zhong Xingwen's estimate, they had left the village far enough.

"Boom"

Thunder sounded in the gloomy sky, and it seemed that it was going to rain.

Zhong Xingwen, who was not actually familiar with the road here, chose to take the trail in order to avoid the man, and after galloping his horse, he was already a little lost.

"Bang la la la la"

In the late autumn, the rain was cold and biting, and Zhong Xingwen rode his horse galloping on the mountain and forest roads.

It is not so much a man who drives the horse, but an old horse who carries the man in search of the way.

When the rain was getting heavier and heavier, a man and a horse found a broken temple in the mountain, Zhong Xingwen was surprised, and hurriedly dismounted and led the horse in.

The statue of the god in this broken temple has already fallen on the altar, I don't know if it is a mountain temple or a land temple, but there is still firewood and hay, and it is obvious that there are occasionally people passing by here for convenience.

Zhong Xingwen was already cold and tired, so he didn't care about tying up his horse, so he took out his belongings, lit a fire with flint, lit some bonfires, and then took some hay to keep warm, and shrank in the haystack shivering.

Watching the flames beating in the bonfire, Zhong Xingwen, who had been exhausted for several days, fell asleep unconsciously.

At the moment when Zhong Xingwen fell asleep, the old horse seemed uneasy, and his hooves stepped back and forth, shaking off the bone bag hanging on the horse's body.

But at this moment, an extremely cold aura overflowed from the bag of bones, and a lot of blood overflowed under the bag.

"Woo woo woo ~ ~~"

The old horse paced back and forth, restless in front of the sleeping Zhong Xingwen, but did not leave.

At this moment, where the statue of the broken temple was, a voice shouted angrily.

"Evil obstacles—Dare to harm others—"

Swish~~

A flash of light flashed, and a man with a wood knife rushed out from the collapsed idol, swinging his knife to slash at the sack.

"When~"

The two divine lights collided with each other, and the man holding the firewood knife was shocked and took several steps back, and then looked ahead in surprise.

What was just in front of the man's chai knife was a silver ruler, and the owner of this ruler was a blue-robed boy, who was looking at this side at the moment.

"Who are you holy, and why are you stopping me?"

The blue-robed man withdrew the ruler into his sleeve, looked at the man, and bowed.

"I am under the jurisdiction of the Emperor of the Demon Manifestation Saint, one of the thirty-six gods of Tiangang in Yunlai Palace, and a blue-robed Xiushi! This terrible ghost is transformed by the poor man after his death, and he has a great grievance, and he hopes that God will show mercy! ”

"The Demon Emperor? Yunlai Palace? ”

Hearing the other party's questioning question, the blue-robed ghost smiled helplessly, even if it was in this far northern realm, the name of the Demon Saint Venerable would not be useless, and it could only be said that the little god in front of him was not in the stream.

Zhong Xingwen's eyelids were beating violently in his sleep, and he seemed to have a sense of the outside world in a trance

(End of chapter)