Northern part of Bactria

shrouded in the vast wind and snow beside the official road.

Several tents were erected, horses were tethered to tree stumps, and campfires crackled in the snow.

The group sat around the campfire and watched a young man, each holding a wooden stick on which two stripped rabbits were snorting under the blazing fire.

The rich aroma of meat surrounds in the wind, making the appetite of the big men move.

Yang Qingfeng looked at Yu Chen, who was skillfully roasting, and laughed at himself: "Lao County Order also asked me and Lord Zhao to take care of you little guy, but I didn't expect that you would take care of us first before you arrived in the state city." ”

This group of people is naturally Zhao Rusong and his entourage who embarked on a trip to the Jiangzhou Prefecture.

Jiangzhou, located in the north of Great Xia, is vast and boundless, with dozens of counties under its jurisdiction, among which Weishui County is the most northernmost group.

To return to the state capital from Weishui County, judging from the speed of a group, it will take more than half a month to reach it.

Time, it has been five days since Yu Chen and the others left Weishui County, and they have already left the boundary of Weishui.

At the same time, the countless branches of the samsaric path have also been cut off.

These days, a line of cars and horses does not stop for a moment.

It's okay in Weishui, you can also rest at the post station and eat hot meals.

But this is out of the Weishui boundary, the number of post stations has decreased, and sometimes you can only camp and rest on the spot at night.

The group could only eat the dry food, which tasted like chewing wax.

- These guards are good at fighting, but when it comes to cooking, they are complete laymen.

Yu Chen really couldn't stand it anymore, so he asked Yang Qingfeng to hunt some prey and roast it to eat.

There was no seasoning, but at least it was much better than the dry food.

Regarding Yang Qingfeng's praise, Yu Chen smiled shyly: "Deacon Yang said that he laughed, it's just that I, who have lived alone since I was a child, have to learn some tricks of cooking and cooking, otherwise I would have starved to death."

You're willing to take me to the state capital, you've done me a great favor, so what's this little thing? ”

After that, Yu Chen handed the roasted rabbit to Zhao Rusong and Yang Qingfeng, took two fresh rabbits, and skewered them on wooden sticks and roasted them.

The guards drooled greedily.

Yu Chen smiled: "It will take a while, please don't worry." ”

More than a dozen guards nodded immediately, and the chief of the guard smiled and said, "Don't worry! Take your time, little master! We're not in a hurry! ”

Yu Chen nodded and did not speak.

And the heart said, "I don't say this to you."

Turning the roast, he looked behind the guards.

A ghost with his legs dangling in the air, his eyes blank, his body festering, and his head scattered, stood quietly in the wind and snow.

- It's also a shame that the living can't see the ghosts, otherwise these dozen or so guards will not be scared to pee their pants after watching this scene?

Another little more than an hour.

One by one, the roasted rabbits were divided into the hands of more than a dozen guards, and Yu Chen also roasted one for himself, and gnawed fragrantly with those guards.

Crispy but not firewood, oily but not greasy, delicious in the world!

The guards couldn't help but admire.

Two quarters of an hour later, Yang Qingfeng hunted more than a dozen hares, which were eaten by the group.

Ready to rest.

Yu Chen came to the head of the guard and said that they had been keeping vigil for the past few days, and they would let themselves guard it today.

The chief of the guard excused himself for a long time, but he couldn't resist Yu Chen, agreed, and said that whenever Yu Chen was sleepy, he would come to him to change shifts.

Yu Chen was full of assurance, looked at the people who walked into the tent, and sat down by the campfire.

Seeing this scene, whether it was Zhao Rusong or Yang Qingfeng, or many guards, they had a little more affection for this miserable grave watcher.

"What a baby...... It's a pity that life is not good......"

Such exclamations were scattered in the wind and snow.

At night, the snoring sounded in the tent.

Only then did Yu Chen take out the Sutra and look at the rotten ghost.

- This guy followed them in a cemetery on the road, and he had already followed them for two miles.

But there were many people before, and Yu Chen was not easy to talk to him.

Only when everyone is asleep can he listen to his last wish.

- That's why he called for a vigil.

It's a pity that everyone doesn't know, they just think that Yu Chen is too sensible.

As soon as the scroll was unfolded, the ghost immediately seemed to be attracted by something, and burrowed into it.

On the banks of the Yellow Spring River, the ghosts with their cloaks can't stop murmuring.

"River Demon...... The River Demon is in trouble...... Child...... The child died......"

Immediately afterwards, the marquee of his life also ran in front of Yu Chen's eyes.

Qinghe Village.

The ghost lived in a village called Qinghe Village before his death, and he was a farmer in his forties, who had never done anything bad in his life, and was honest.

But this life, I can't tell.

Some people do evil and have monstrous fortunes, and some people have a poor life but have a bad fate.

This farmer is like this - eight years ago, his daughter-in-law just gave birth to a baby, she rolled her eyes and whimpered, and the farmer could only pull the doll up alone.

And his doll is a cute little girl, nicknamed Huanhuan, who is quite popular in the village, and sometimes the farmer goes out to work, and the villagers take care of her.

Although he is poor, his life is quite passable.

But all of this was broken a day ago.

- To say that this Qinghe Village is named after a big river next to the village, and there are incomparably huge herring fish in the river.

Over the decades, the villagers have hunted it many times, but each time, the guy's eyes flashed, as if pleading.

The villagers couldn't bear it, so they put it back into the river again and again.

said that this herring has a spirit, it is better to keep it, wait for the Tao, become an immortal, maybe you will remember the good of Qinghe Village.

Over the past few decades, the big herring has grown bigger and bigger, and even began to grow light all over its body.

Until recently, Huanhuan and a few children in the village were playing on the frozen river, and the farmer and a few men were fishing not far away.

But suddenly, an incomparably huge black shadow broke through the ice and swallowed several children in front of the croppers and a few fishermen!

Take a look!

Ah!

Isn't it the big herring that has been let go many times by the villagers!

At this moment, the farmer and a few fishermen were dumbfounded!

Hurry back to the village and call someone!

A large number of people gathered around the river, holding harpoons and hooking nets, and scolding angrily!

——For decades, everyone has spared your life countless times, and occasionally fed you chicken, duck and fish, and even raised a white-eyed wolf!

Perhaps it was to scold the big herring to wake up, and it broke through the ice and came out.

The enraged villagers immediately harpooned it and caught it with a hook net!

But the power of the big herring at this time is no longer something that human beings can compete with.

With just a flick of his tail, he tore the fishing net and hook claws, and spit out a puddle of black water and drowned the villagers!

Several of them were unfortunately hit.

Among them was the angry farmer!

As soon as the black water was drenched, they immediately went limp, their skin rotted, and they died of pain!

And the big herring set off a storm again, swept several villagers into the river, and swallowed them!

At this moment, the village suddenly realized!

What kind of spiritual creature is this?

This is a fucking monster!

And the farmer was eaten in front of his daughter, and was drenched in the black water, and died of pain!

The anger and resentment in his heart can be imagined!

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret!

turned into a strong obsession and wandered around the cemetery!

If there is no accident, his ghost will disappear and disappear between heaven and earth within a moment or three.

But Yu Chen, Zhao Rusong and others happened to pass by.

Feeling the breath of the Sutra, the ghost of the farmer instinctively followed.

(End of chapter)