A wisp of smoke suddenly appeared, appeared in front of the imp with the force of thunder, and knocked him out of the carriage.

The twin spirits were dumbfounded, and their eyes moved to Lin Weaving's backpack.

"Brother Lin, what do you have in this bag?"

Lin Zhi groaned slightly, and said in a mocking tone: "My third uncle? ”

Chapter 285: The Surviving Ghost Cultivator

This is obviously a very appetizing answer, which makes Shuangling, who has a strong curiosity, scratch his heart and liver, but Shuangling didn't ask, comforting himself that there is always a time when Brother Lin wants to take out his third uncle along the way, and there is always a chance to see the truth.

The black cat was not interested in this, and seeing that the danger was temporarily lifted, he deftly jumped to Shuangliang's side and lay down on her lap to rest.

The train started, and as the platform lights faded, it was dark, and then you could see the lights in the distance, staggered, rising and falling with the train on the face of the people.

There were not many people in this carriage, and the occasional footsteps and whispers disappeared as the night wore on.

Lin Zhi put the backpack next to the pillow, took the food handed by the two spirits, and thanked her.

He thought that the journey was not too far, and that all he had brought was some bread and water, and some compressed biscuits to avoid emergencies, but these were obviously not comparable to the deliciousness of the Twin Spirit Belt.

For this trip, Shuangling prepared very well, melon seeds and peanuts marinated cake rolls, sweet and salty.

After wiping his hands, Lin Zhi went to the bathroom.

With the basic physiological problems solved, he opened the door and washed his hands on the washstand outside.

The mirror had been wiped clean by the flight attendants, but it was very old, and the mirror was a little blurry with some dark yellow spots.

Lin Zhi just casually glanced at the mirror, and then his gaze paused slightly.

In the corner where the mirror shines, something seems to be curled up.

Lin Zhi turned around and looked up at the top.

On the roof of the not very clean carriage, the boy's body was lying on top in a twisted position, as if his back and the roof were one, and because he was found, there was a shy smile on his pale face.

"Brother, I still have money, I can give it to you, I just want to eat a small bite, a small bite is good."

The boy swallowed as he spoke, trying to show Lin Zhi the sincerity in his eyes.

Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, and he wiped it with the back of his hand, still coiled on the roof like a spider, not daring to get too close.

Lin Zhi found that the lower half of his body had become a blur, thinking that it was the effect of Lian Qing's action just now, but even so, the ghost persevered and returned, indicating that his flesh and blood were very attractive to ghosts.

This is not good news, and it makes him more dangerous in this dangerous world.

Seeing that saliva was about to drip on himself, Lin Zhi turned to leave, treating the ghost as nothing.

He is not patient enough with people, let alone a ghost who wants to eat him.

His flesh and blood is not a non-tradable precious item, but the other party wants to get the reward he wants, of course, if Lian Qing needs it, he can consider it for free, after all, Lian Qing has already paid it in the morning.

In his current trading system, love is worth far more than other currencies.

After returning to the carriage, Lin Zhi and Shuangling mentioned a little ghost, so that she had a guard, Shuangling immediately took the cat to inspect the carriage, but found no trace of the ghost, thinking that it was hidden.

The night was getting darker and deeper, and in order to avoid the dazzling lights, Shuangling closed the curtains and said goodnight to Lin Zhi.

Lin Zhi listened to her breathing that quickly became more even, and also closed her eyes.

This space is narrow, and in this environment, it gives people a strange sense of security.

In the slight shaking of the frequency, Lin Zhi remembered what he had seen in the system space, and gradually fell asleep.

Perhaps the temperature of the train's air conditioning was too low, and on a June night, people felt a mist like drifting frost drifting in the air.

The black cat opened its eyes, and seemed to be unable to resist sleep, and its tail moved, and it closed its eyes again.

The conductor walked down the corridor, checking the condition of each carriage, paying little attention to the sleeping passengers, and if she looked closer, she would find a very strange scene in the compartment she had just walked through.

Occasionally, a light entered through the corner of the curtain, casting a faint light over the face of the young man lying on the lower right, and then quickly passed by.

His cheeks were slightly sunken, as if someone was pinching them gently, forcing his lips to open slightly, revealing the soft flesh inside.

After a while, his lips seemed to be forced to widen again, and the tip of his tongue lifted slightly in his sleeping state, and he couldn't bother to hide from side to side.

He slept very well, and even when he was disturbed, he only tilted his head slightly.

The quilt on his body bulged strangely, and the sleeping young man coughed lightly, his hand unconsciously touching his throat.

The quilt fell suddenly, and Lin Zhi's hand on his throat slid down, frowning and continuing to sleep.

The little ghost in the carriage, whose lower body was already blurred, fled quickly, hiding in a safe place, holding the paper money very sadly.

He wanted to remind that brother, but the thing that flew him earlier was too terrifying, and he was found before he could get the paper money to his brother to wake him up, but fortunately he ran fast, otherwise he would have been sent flying again.

Woo, brother, you must not die, or I will not be able to spend my money.

Lin Zhi was woken up by the noisy outdoor environment the next day, rubbing his forehead and sitting up.

Because there are not many passengers in this carriage, but the washstand is limited, many passengers will prefer to take a few more carriages to wash quickly, which leads to a somewhat noisy environment.

After getting up, Lin Zhi unconsciously made a swallowing motion, feeling that the base of his tongue was a little stiff and his throat was a little dry.

While washing, Lin Zhi saw the tip of his tongue that was too red in the mirror, and after he washed up, he drank a cup of hot water before he felt his throat feel more comfortable, and opened his backpack and took out the bread from it.

His fingertips casually stroked the cold wooden tag and closed the zipper of his backpack.

"Brother Lin, there is still an hour to arrive at the station, the ministry has arranged for someone to pick us up, and we are finally about to get off the bus, although it is a sleeper, but I feel that my bones are uncomfortable."

Shuangling looked at the message on his phone, got up and stretched.

The black cat was lying on her lap, but the passers-by ignored it.

Soon it was time to get off the bus, Lin Zhi left the station with a bag and a suitcase, and saw a young man holding a sign.

"Hello, I'm Li Shuang, and I'm responsible for cooperating with your actions this time."

"Hello, I'm Shuangling, a member of the action team of the Jade City Branch, and this is Lin Zhi, the main escort target person we are this time."

Shuangling negotiated with Li Shuang, but did not mention the content of the task, and Li Shuang did not ask much, only knowing that it was a very important containment object.

Li Shuang is a local in his twenties with slightly dark skin, and his identity on the surface is to respond to the country's call to be a college student village official, and he belongs to the grassroots civil servants, but he also serves as a member of the Qiannan Sub-district Action Group.

Qiannan is a place inhabited by ethnic minorities, with beautiful mountains and rivers, and a large number of folk buildings have been retained in the small cities woven by forests, which are very ancient.

Li Shuang: "You can enter the village in the afternoon, but you are not very lucky, it will be June 6 soon, the village will hold important sacrificial activities, and foreigners are not allowed to enter the back mountain on weekdays, and it is even more impossible in these two days, and when the sacrifice is over, I will help you communicate." ”

Li Shuang briefly introduced the customs of local ethnic minorities, who will celebrate local unique festivals, such as 'March 3', 'April 8', 'June 6', etc., of which 'June 6' is a more grand festival.

Lin Zhi and Shuangling expressed their understanding, everyone has their own customs and taboos, and if they can negotiate, they will negotiate first, and they will not think of other ways if they can't negotiate.

After turning three wheels from the car, having dinner in the town, and going up a mountain road, Lin Zhi and Shuangling arrived at their destination.

The stockade is very national, made of wood and stone, and the texture has been weathered.

Lin Zhiyi walked in and saw a temple standing quietly on the highest ground.

Li Shuang followed Lin Zhi's line of sight and said, "That is the residence of the 'Wall Su', that is, the Zhaishen Temple. ”

Lin Zhi nodded, his gaze moved back from the tiles of the temple, and looked at the mountain behind the temple.

According to the coordinates, Lian Qing's head was there.

Most of the young people in the village have left to work, and there are not many in the village, so there are many vacant rooms, enough to accommodate the two of them.

Li Shuang had already arranged it to guide them.

"The quilts are all washed and dried, and the house is also smoked with herbs to repel insects, but there are still many mosquitoes at night, you remember to light mosquito coils."

After bringing people to the residence, Li Shuang was also busy, worshipping the gods for three days, and now there are not enough people, so he has to help do a lot of things.

Lin Zhi and Shuangling are in a house, the owner of the house is an old lady with a little boy of three or four years old, Lin Zhi lives in the east room, and Shuangling lives in the west room.

After putting the things away, Lin Zhi didn't go out quickly, but took out the tablet from his bag, took out the wrapped incense sticks and incense candles, and fed Lian Qing a meal.

With incense to enjoy, the power of the ghost can always grow faster.

Lin Zhi took out the box from his pocket again and looked at the severed finger.

Just like 01 said, Lianqing's body would not rot, and there was no smell coming from this finger, not even stiffening, it was still soft.

Lin Weaving rubbed his fingertips and felt the pale knuckles, trying to see if the stump could convey some information.

It's a pity that Lin Zhi didn't feel anything.

Lin Zhi opened his eyes, and suddenly he felt like he was being watched, and he looked towards the source of the feeling.

Outside the unclosed window, a pair of dark eyes were staring at him.

Lin Zhi was about to speak, and the child stumbled away.

Xiaoyang ran all the way out of the door and stopped when he hit someone.

"Xiaoyang, it's going to be dark in a while, what are you running around, be careful that your grandma is worried about you."

Li Shuang looked at the reckless child and reprimanded with a straight face.

"Brother, can you not let those foreigners live in my house?"

Li Shuang frowned suspiciously and asked, "Why?" ”

Xiaoyang said: "I'm afraid." ”

That beautiful big brother is so terrifying, and he is thinking about something with a tablet and a severed finger, which makes him feel furious when he looks at it.

"Why are you so daring, you are scared when you see the living," Li Shuang rubbed the little cub's head and said, "They are guests, and they will leave when they finish their work." ”

Xiaoyang had no choice but to nod and walked home under the leadership of Li Shuang.

When Lin Zhi came out, he happened to see the child who peeked at him being sent back, and as soon as the child saw him, he ran away and slammed the door shut.

Li Shuang explained with some embarrassment: "This child is afraid of life. ”

Lin Zhi smiled and said, "We came here because we bothered us. ”

He sensed someone watching him again, and the little boy who was looking at him on tiptoe disappeared in a flash.

Xiaoyang ran to the bed, took off his shoes and lay down, holding Grandma's hand and asked in a whisper: "Grandma, that brother has a white fog on his body, why can't Brother Li Shuang see it?" ”

Grandma fell asleep and didn't answer him, he was a little disappointed, and fell asleep with Grandma.