Seeing that he was awake, Jiang Fuyuan picked up a wooden stick and poked his round belly: "You're an itchy ghost, right?" ”

The blue-faced big-headed ghost wanted to move back and avoid the poking of the wooden stick, but the person who tied him up was so good that he couldn't even squirm, so he could only lie flat like a dead fish and let him poke.

Chi Xinsu was puzzled: "According to the book, the itchy ghost is just a kind of ghost with weak ghostpower, and it is easy to drive away ......."

The blue-faced big-headed ghost's face twisted, and he spat out a sentence with difficulty: "I'm a boiled ghost!" ”

He hates humans the most for calling him nicknames, what an itchy ghost, it sounds very weak.

Jiang Fuyuan stared at him for a while, squinted his eyes and said, "You are not an ordinary ghost. ”

"Demons will not make people into illusions, nor will they devour people's souls, say, why do you fabricate the identity of the White Lotus True Monarch and deceive human sacrifices."

The blue-faced big-headed ghost gritted his teeth: "The White Lotus True Monarch is not fabricated!" True Monarch's mana is boundless! If she knew that you dared to do this to me, she would not let you go! ”

Jiang Fuyuan glanced at him: "It turns out that you are not the true monarch of the White Lotus, so I will say that you are so ugly, how dare you call yourself the White Lotus." ”

Blue-faced Big-Headed Ghost: ......

"What is your relationship with White Lotus True Monarch?" Jiang Fuyuan continued to poke him in the stomach with a wooden stick, "The method of eating human souls is also what he taught you?" ”

The blue-faced big-headed ghost was poked uncomfortably and yelled: "Don't touch my stomach!" ”

Jiang Fuyuan raised his eyebrows, and the wooden stick poked directly into his navel.

The blue-faced big-headed ghost snorted, his face twitched and answered the question honestly: "Yes, it was Zhenjun who taught me, she said that as long as I cultivate according to this method, I can become an immortal, and when I become an immortal, she will accept me as the left protector of the throne......"

"Then where is the White Lotus True Monarch?"

The blue-faced big-headed ghost shook his head: "How can I know the fairy trail of the true monarch." ”

Jiang Fuyuan sighed: "You don't even know where he is, even if you become an immortal, where are you going to be the left protector?" ”

The blue-faced big-headed ghost: "...... Zhenjun, Zhenjun has her own arrangements......"

"Heh, how can you do evil so that you can be caught and beaten until your soul is scattered?" Jiang Fuyuan threw away the wooden stick, stood up and clapped his hands, "It is better to believe in the White Lotus True Monarch than to believe in our Fuyuan Immortal Venerable, at least I will not let you cultivate immortals by eating people's souls." ”

After the interrogation was completed, the two Taoist attendants also came out of the stone house after counting the corpses.

The two of them each held a few cloth bags in their hands, and their expressions were solemn.

One of the priests spoke, "The bodies of the human sacrifices have rotted away, and we can only wrap a few bones in their clothes and bring them back. ”

Usually the complete decomposition of the corpse is about a month after death, when the fifth and seventh days have passed, and the soul either enters the underworld or dissipates and wanders, and is no longer attached to the body.

The flesh survives because of the soul, and the soul of the human sacrifice is devoured by the ghosts, and their flesh will naturally decay quickly because of the existence of no soul.

Chi Xinsu nodded: "Go home after you die, as for this evil ghost, bring it back and hand it over to the villagers to dispose of." ”

The rest of the group had no objection to his decision, and the group returned the same way.

In the quiet of the mountain forest again, other ghosts who had been oppressed by the ghosts in the past and did not dare to show their faces gathered one after another, muttering about everything that had just happened.

"White Lotus Zhenjun is actually a liar, did you hear it, she said that eating people's souls and becoming immortals is a liar!"

"I guess the ghost is really done this time, and those villagers will definitely burn him."

"It's good that I didn't listen to his bewitchment and went to eat people together."

"Hey, have you noticed, they said that Fu Kite Immortal Venerable can really help ghosts cultivate into immortals!"

"I think I heard you say that."

"It's better to start from today, let's change to worship the Immortal Venerable."

……

With the blessing of Chi Xinsu's super memory, the way back this time went very smoothly, and after a while, he walked out of the mountains and forests that looked black at night, and the starry firelight in the distance was Xiyue Village.

Chi Xinsu took the lead, the ghost was stared at by the Taoist attendant and walked in front, the unconscious Lu Qi walked in the middle of the team by Xiao Chubby, and Zhong Yifeng and Jiang Fuyi fell at the end of the team.

There was no moon in the sky, the light was dim, Zhong Yongfeng carefully paid attention to the road conditions in front of Jiang Fuyuan, and if there were gravel and dead branches, he would kick them off for her in advance.

Therefore, the distance between the two was extremely close, so close that Jiang Fuyuan could smell the faint smell of blood on his body.

It is a wound left by the illusion created by the ghost.

Jiang Fuyuan blinked, tilted his head and asked in a low voice, "What's in the hallucination?" ”

Zhong Yongfeng was stunned for a moment, and soon lowered his eyes and replied lightly: "Desire and obsession." ”

"Oh...... Then your desires and obsessions are quite loving to life. ”

“…… Did I say anything in the hallucination? ”

"Except for eating, it is sleeping." Jiang Fuyuan accentuated the tone on the sleeping word, "It seems that you are a little Sichun, you have called your daughter-in-law, why don't you wait to return to Jingzhou, I will ask Wushuang to introduce you to a few girls?" ”

“…… I've got a sweetheart. Zhong Jifeng looked at her meaningfully.

Jiang Fuyuan looked back into his dark pupils, and after a while, he nodded slowly, and asked again, "Your hand, do you want to deal with it?" ”

At that time, there was a lot of blood, and just looking at it made her feel hallucinating pain.

Zhong Yongfeng shook his head: "No, it's already scabbed." ”

"So fast?" Jiang Fuyuan said with emotion, "Awesome, worthy of being an iron-blooded man." ”

Zhong Yongfeng: ......

There was a conversation without a match, and Xiyue Village was in front of him.

In the afternoon, Zhou Ping told the villagers the method of burning and smoking fresh tung branches, and after the villagers tried it, the itching sensation on their bodies subsided a lot, so the entire Xiyue Village is now looking forward to the return of Jiang Fuyuan and others.

There were many people at the entrance of the village, torches colliding with each other, and the sharp-eyed villagers saw the dark shadows on the path and whispered: "Look, are they back?" ”

"It seems to be!"

"That's them!"

The excited villagers stepped forward with torches to greet them: "Immortal Chief, can you ......come back?"

A swollen cyan ghost face appeared behind Chi Shinjuku.

"Ahh

The unfinished welcome turned into screams, and several timid villagers immediately turned and ran.

Among the retreating people, there was only one thin body that moved forward retrograde, and it was Zhou Ping.

Zhou Ping held the torch and looked anxiously behind them: "What about Ah Niu?" Did he come back with you? ”

There was silence, and no one answered her.

Zhou Ping trotted through Jiang Fu Kite and them, testing the night with the limited light of the torch, and she looked around anxiously on the village road: "Ah Niu! Ah Niu! Where are you! ”

Still no response.

She seemed to understand something, her face instantly turned gray, and she turned her head to look at Jiang Fuyuan and asked, "Is it, is it that Ah Niu is still unwilling to come back...... He also has to serve the White Lotus True Monarch......"

There was already a cry in his voice, both pleading and despairing.

Jiang Fuyuan lowered her eyes and couldn't bear to look at this broken woman, so she only shook her head slightly.

The Taoist waiter raised a few burdens in his hand: "We have brought back everything that we can bring." ”

"This ...... It's my family's clothes! ”

"And my family's celebration!"

……

Several of the burdens were recognized by their respective families, and the moment they opened the burdens, the sobs came and went.

The cloth bag of the last brown linen jacket finally fell into Zhou Ping's trembling hands.

"Ah Niu—"

The woman's long cry streaked through the silent night, leaving a great wound.

(End of chapter)