When Su Mingyuan came to Chunfeng Tower, he only saw a cold corpse.

The clothes were tattered and scarred.

"This is her deed, I knew that this would not be delayed."

The old bustard took out a mahogany box and sighed: "There are many girls in the building, who seem to have met good people, but nine times out of ten they are cheating people and cheating money." ”

"Master Su doesn't want to blame, the old body just wants to try your sincerity!"

There were a few girls standing next to her, who were on good terms with Miss Su on weekdays, and couldn't help but shed tears when they heard the words of the old bustard.

"Thank you."

Su Mingyuan didn't care about their sincerity or falsehood, opened the wooden box and took out the deed, and did not redeem the silver.

took out a handkerchief from his arms, which was originally intended to be given to Miss Su as a gift, but now he used it to cover his face and pick up the corpse and leave Chunfeng Tower.

A moment later.

Li Ping'an heard a knock on the door, opened the door and saw Su Mingyuan, who was blind, glanced at the woman's corpse, and guessed who it was without seeing her face.

"Condolences and change."

There are coffin tombstones in the mortuary room, and stonemasons are invited from the street to carve words.

——The tomb of his late wife Su Men Su Xiaoyue, the eighth day of July in the 39th year of Jianwu.

Li Ping'an only now did he know Su Xiaoyue's full name, and asked after putting her into the funeral.

"What are you going to do?"

"I lost again this year."

Su Mingyuan's tone was full of helplessness, even if he knew who the enemy was, but the poor civilians didn't even have the slightest hope of revenge, they would only die in vain.

Li Ping'an patted him on the shoulder, pure comfort, without any disdain.

It's the choice of the average person.

Su Mingyuan called a funeral car, loaded the coffin tombstone paper money, and asked the coachman to take it to the mass grave outside the city.

Li Ping'an reminded: "Master Su, you can stop here for a few days, and directly pull it to be buried, and some ominous ...... may happen."

Su Xiaoyue was obviously tortured before her death, and she was extremely resentful.

According to Yan Chixiao, in addition to the obsession of revenge, ghosts will also hate any living person, including relatives and friends before death.

"Unknown ......"

Su Mingyuan asked rhetorically, "Isn't that a good thing?" ”

Li Ping'an was slightly stunned, and felt that it made sense, the revenge that the living could not avenge could be avenged by the dead.

In the evening.

Yan Chixiao returned to the mortuary with a rather solemn expression.

"Under the guidance of the layman, Yan went to Qianyuan Street and found that the people there were all stained with ghosts!"

"What's a ghost?"

Li Ping'an is very curious about demons and monsters, not to subdue demons and eliminate demons, but to really understand them, and only when he encounters them can he save his life.

Yan Chixiao explained: "Ghost Qi is the Yin Qi that has been refined by fierce spirits and ghosts, similar to the true qi of martial arts, but it is even more weird and difficult. ”

Li Ping'an asked curiously: "The Taoist can catch ghosts and subdue demons, could it be the legendary immortal cultivator?" ”

"There is no way to cultivate immortals in this world, it is all made up by Buddhism and Taoism to coax believers!"

Yan Chixiao mocked mercilessly, not caring at all that he was a Taoist priest.

"Yan first forged his body, then practiced his true qi, and destroyed a lot of demons and monsters, but he never heard of anyone who was really cultivating immortals."

Li Ping'an was surprised: "There are still fake ones for cultivating immortals?" ”

Yan Chixiao bowed his head and said: "Those demons such as the Maitreya Sect and the White Lotus Sect, relying on strange magic to pretend to be ghosts, draw a talisman, and drive away a ghost, aren't they immortals in the eyes of the people?" ”

"That's true."

Li Ping'an's heart was a little calmer.

If there are immortals in this world, it is bad news for him.

Maybe the immortal gods swept through the capital and pulled Li Ping'an out for alchemy, or the immortals fought in the sky, and the aftermath fell to the ground, and Li Ping'an was gray in confusion.

Or pinching your fingers, the building wood branch can't be hidden.

"Thank you for your doubts, about Qianyuan Street...... The Taoist chief can stun a servant at night, and you will know the origin of the ghost by asking. ”

Li Ping'an reciprocated Li by helping Yan Chixiao catch ghosts.

"Dao Chief, a friend came during the day and buried the unjustly killed family directly, will there be an accident?"

"Where are you buried?"

Yan Chixiao said: "Some places with fierce yin veins are not suitable for burial, and they are unjustly killed, and it is very likely that the corpse will be raised. ”

"Mass graves outside the city."

"That's fine."

Yan Chixiao said: "The mass grave chosen by the Holy Ancestor is a natural place of the sun, otherwise hundreds of millions of corpses have been buried, and there should have been a shocking upheaval a long time ago!" ”

Li Ping'an let go of his worries, but he was a little empty.

The original intention of the Holy Ancestor may be good, so that there are fewer ghosts and things in the world.

However, the unjustly killed people went to the mortuary and were buried in mass graves, losing their last chance to take revenge, and I don't know whether it is fair or unfair.

……

Mass graves.

The wind whimpered and wailed.

Due to the large number of fresh bones buried in the past two years, a large flock of crows has been fed.

Fluttering Ridge –

Quack Quack –

Perhaps it was because he had eaten too many dead people, so that the crows were no longer afraid of the living, and with red eyes, they let out a cheerful cry when they saw the mourning car coming.

Click!

Su Mingyuan dug up the bones again, looking at the tattered prison uniform, maybe it was a corrupt official who was cut down years ago.

"I have exhausted all the mechanisms in my life, and I will be a lonely ghost after death!"

Stand on the high ground of the mass grave and look around.

Zhu Zixungui has been buried here, and traitors and thieves have been buried, and I don't know if when I talk nonsense in the middle of the night, whether I will talk about the government or scold a few words about the dog emperor!

It is really a few lines of names and surnames in the history of Qing, and there are countless barren hills in the north.

Su Mingyuan sighed for a moment, changed places and continued to dig, but it didn't go deep and dug up the remains of the prisoner.

The coachman urged him a few times, and seeing that he was still stubbornly looking for a place, he unloaded the coffin and tombstone and drove back to the city.

"I don't have the ability to avenge you, I have to find a pure realm, I will die in the future, please help Brother Ping'an dig a pit, and our husband and wife will be buried together!"

Su Mingyuan was tired of digging, so he sat next to the coffin and chattered, and continued to dig when he was resting.

Night falls.

The moonlight was cold and cold, sprinkled on the ground, as if it had been paved with a layer of miserable white.

The mass graves became more and more cold, barren and desolate, and the dry bones and dark coffins on the bare ground were filled with the heaviness and depression of death.

Su Mingyuan dug a pit with his head bored, and at some point he finally found a pure realm.

The bones in the soil are old and rotten, they should not be newly buried corpses, and the owner has already been reincarnated, so he will not disturb his wife's eternal sleep.

Clean up the dry bones, bury and fill the soil, and erect a monument to burn paper......

Su Mingyuan mechanically wielded a shovel, the whole person lost consciousness, and finally collapsed on the ground from exhaustion.

Looking at the cold moon, I suddenly felt that it was not bad to die immediately.

"Legend has it that this burial ground was opened up by the Holy Ancestor, and such heroes and heroes are just a handful of loess thousands of years later. What's more, little people like me are just passers-by of heaven and earth, the dust of history! ”

"What's the point of being alive?"

"I might as well crash to death in front of the tombstone to show the loyalty of husband and wife, and fulfill the vow to live and die together."

"Someone saw my bones, passed on the story, made it into a script, a play, and maybe lived a longer life......

Su Mingyuan's thoughts were confused, his soul consciousness was out of his body, and he floated and wandered wantonly.

Quack Quack –

The piercing scream woke Su Mingyuan up, and he suddenly opened his eyes to find that the sky was already dark.

A crow stood on its face, its black eyes rolling, as if it was looking to find its mouth, and when it saw the corpse suddenly come to life, it fluttered away in fright.

Su Mingyuan stood up with a shovel and said goodbye to his wife, catching a glimpse of the pile of dry bones next to the grave before leaving.

"What is this?"

There was a package of animal skins mixed in the dry bones, and last night the night was dim, and I was so tired and dizzy that I didn't find it until now.

Su Mingyuan opened the animal skin, and there was a letter inside.

A moment later.

A burst of laughter resounded through the mass graves, frightened the early morning pedestrians into detours, and it was not long before rumors spread that the cemetery was haunted.