At this time, I only have one thought, call the police, no, I should call He Zhiliang to tell him, with his character, he should be able to uphold justice in the future and bring Zhang Ke to justice, right?

I just picked up my mobile phone and was about to dial Ho Zhiliang's phone and tell him what happened here, but when I was looking for Ho Zhiliang's phone, I stopped again.

First, why should I believe the old beggar's words? Even if he knows the Son of Heaven's Qi Technique, it doesn't mean that he is a good person, and I don't know him well enough. Besides, if, as he said, Zhang Ke used a total of 20 people to drive the piles when he built the bridge, it stands to reason that I can't fail to see any clues.

Second, as far as I am concerned, Zhang Ke fished me out of the detention center, of course, although he had a certain purpose, if I backstabbed Zhang Ke at this time, it would seem a little unrighteous for whatever reason.

Of course, this is only part of the reason, and the most important thing is that if I find He Zhiliang today, no matter whether the results of the investigation can be found or not, Zhang Ke's impression of me will inevitably fall to the bottom.

In other words, Zhang Ke is very likely to stop interfering in my affairs, and He Zhiliang will become my only lifeline, and it is far from catching the puppeteer to clear my grievances.

And I may set up Zhang Ke as an enemy because of this, which will be very unfavorable for my development in Lin'an in the future.

Third, even if I find He Zhiliang, how can I check? Will He Zhiliang believe my side of the story and believe that Zhang Ke hit a living pile in the process of building the bridge? And then blow up the piers that have already been built one by one to find evidence?

I believe that unless he sees it with his own eyes, even He Zhiliang will not be able to take such a big risk.

So I also need to learn more clues from the old beggar's mouth that are useful to me, for example, where did these people that Zhang Ke used to drive the living stakes come from?

I put my phone down again, smiled and licked my lips to the old beggar.

"Senior, I think you're talking nonsense after drinking too much, right? Yes, yes, there is no business or treachery, but that Zhang Ke dares to hit the living pile in broad daylight? Where did he know to get so many people? Even if I did, why couldn't I see anything? ”

When I say this, I actually want to tell the old beggar quietly that I am also a person who knows how to do things, and he is so confused that others can't be confused.

Actually, in all fairness, I believe in the old beggar.

First of all, I didn't know the old beggar before, and he had no reason to lie to me.

Secondly, even if you want to deceive, you should think of a reason that sounds easier to believe, and the story of twenty living people at one time sounds too absurd.

It is precisely because of the absurd relationship that I choose to believe.

The old beggar snorted coldly, looked at me and took out a cigarette to himself, and asked me for a lighter.

Hey, this old thing, I gave me the cigarette, and I actually smoked it alone.

I snatched the cigarette from the old beggar and lit it myself before throwing the lighter to him.

The old beggar was not angry, but smoked another one, lit it and said to me.

"It's said that you are an ignorant child, you still don't believe it, this world is far from being as clear as you imagined, Zhang Ke wants to find a few people to fight the living pile, it's not easy? Who cares about a deformed child who is abandoned by his parents just after birth in the hospital? How many people care about the streets and alleys of this city, when those homeless people and beggars with mental problems will disappear? I'm telling you, this is a society with no shortage of people. As for why you can't see the problem, shouldn't it be the biggest problem? ”

This shocked me a little, yes, the eyes of society will only focus on celebrities, Internet celebrities, business elites, and political dignitaries.

As for the other vulnerable groups who deserve more attention from the society, they are labelled as detrimental to the city's appearance and thus spurned.

Whether they live or die, no one cares.

I was silent, and if what the old beggar said was true, then why couldn't I see any clues? I instinctively looked at the old beggar and asked him what was so strange here?

Whether Zhang Ke has a living person stake or not, this is not a matter for the time being, but I still have to figure out these things first, and then weigh whether I have the ability to deal with them.

Protect yourself from the law with an extra layer of insurance.

"If nothing else, you're supposed to be a Mr. Yin and Yang, right? The earth spirit of Putuo Mountain on his body should be related to Shangqing Palace. Didn't your master teach you that you can't see the cause of the unjust soul when you open your eyes? ”

It is not strange to see that I have the Putuo Mountain Spirit in my body, and then think that I am related to the Shangqing Palace, but I did not admit it, but shook my head slightly.

"When I was a child, I lived temporarily in Shangqing Palace with my master, and I have some relationship with Sanqing, as for the heirs, I don't dare to be a successor, and I ask my predecessors to make it clear."

The old beggar glanced at me, but did not argue with me, and muttered as he looked at the white river with his hands behind his back.

"It's a ghost bridge. The world thought that it was a haunting spirit, so the bridge was never completed. ”

I raised an eyebrow: "Isn't it?" ”

"Of course not, it's not that Zhang Ke can't, but he doesn't dare! If this bridge is completed, it will inevitably bring a catastrophe to the entire Lin'an! ”

After saying that, the old beggar added.

"There is something more than Zhang Ke who wants to connect this bridge, and this thing is not a person."

He told me that at each end of the bridge, there were two clouds of dead air that were so thick that they could not be dissolved.

The two dead gases did not spill out in all directions, but continued to rush to the surface of the river, as if they wanted to merge together.

Those who died on this bridge were all because of these two balls of dead air, and their souls were all wrapped in dead air, which is why I can't see the clue.

Originally, because of the relationship between the rivers, the dead air that poured into the river surface would be constantly washed and consumed by the turbulent river until it finally dissipated completely.

Judging from the old beggar's intuitive feelings, once these two dead gases converge, it is very likely to cause a catastrophe.

Thinking that Zhang Ke should have been guided by a master behind him, he deliberately did not connect the bridge, and his purpose was to wait for someone who could solve the trouble.

If what the old beggar said was true, then Zhang Ke was really not as simple as he imagined.

Looking back now, Zhang Ke's previous admonitions to me seem to have a deep meaning.

Just as I was about to ask how I could know the source of the dead air, the old beggar suddenly pulled me and let me cat with him behind the cement.

I hurriedly asked him what was going on?

He said, "Be quiet, those two dead bodies are on the bridge!" ”

With the rendering of the old beggar before, I am more or less jealous of these two dead gases.

But more often than not, it was not a fear for my own safety, but an instinctive fear of the unknown.

Before leaving, I prepared two Breaking Talismans to deal with evil things, and one Psychic Talisman to open the path of the underworld, which I had already used.

In addition to that, just in case, I have prepared a fire borrowing charm and a lightning guide charm.

In my opinion, as long as it's not a sea of corpses and ghosts, my ammunition should be absolutely sufficient.

I crouched beside the old beggar, pinching my nose and enduring the sour smell of his body, looking in both directions from time to time.

Just as I was about to open my mouth to ask the old beggar what would happen if the two dead gases converged, suddenly I saw someone coming from the two directions of the bridge and the end of the bridge in the distance.

Not one, but a group.

At the same time, the old beggar also whispered to me that two dead gases had been surging over at this moment, and gradually converged in the middle of the Tongjiang Bridge.

At this moment, in the eyes of the old beggar, two dead gases are merging, but in my eyes it is a different scene.

I saw a column of ancient soldiers, dressed in sharp and uniform order, carrying corpses, or ghosts to be precise, thrown down from the broken ends of the bridge like dumplings.

The ghosts that were thrown down were neatly stacked on top of each other like tofu blocks, and it didn't take long for them to fill the entire gap.

Judging from the clothes on their bodies, in addition to ancient people, there are many modern people among these ghosts.

There are people who seem to go down to the river to bathe, as well as migrant workers wearing helmets, fishermen wearing robes, and so on.

At the back of the group of ghosts, a boy and a girl walked on the left and right.

The boy held a round human head in his hand, but the girl held a headless corpse and slowly stepped onto the Yin Bridge made of countless ghosts.

Seeing this scene, I only felt a tingling of my scalp, this boy and girl should be the two children that Zhang Ke used to drive the living pile.

But what do they want to do? Who was that headless corpse?

Just when I was wondering, the old beggar pulled me hard and said in a low voice.

"It's a big trouble, this is a dragon-slaying river!"

I asked the old beggar, what is the Cholong River? What did he see?

The old beggar looked a little flustered and told me tremblingly.

The reason why he was so sure that this was a dragon-slaying river was because he saw that the death qi had turned into blood after converging.

If nothing else, the source of the original two balls of dead qi was the head and body of this corpse.

This person must have been a big man who shook the world and cried ghosts and gods before his death, because of the great injustice and death, the blood rushed to the sky and could not be dissipated.

That's why his body was buried on both sides of the river, the purpose of which was to use the flowing river water to wash away the dead air on his body day and night.

And the purpose of the ghost to build the bridge now seems to be to let the headless corpse find the head again.

Hearing this, I couldn't help but feel my heart beat faster, and my blood rushed straight to my head.