The black-haired, round-faced girl blinked her smart eyes, as if she was blind to Mao Kongtong's anger, and did not care, but took small steps, sniffing around.

"Somebody came, young man, about eighteen or nineteen years old......"

"Well, the smell has a strong talisman smell, it should be a Dao cultivator......"

"And the smell of gold and iron, with a knife or with a sword?"

"It smells of souls...... Interesting, Mr. Mao, this little Taoist priest seems to have a soul that doesn't belong to him. ”

The girl wore shackles, walked around, returned with a smile, and pointed in the direction where Chen Fusheng left:

"It's been about two hours, and if you want to chase it, you should be able to catch up. ”

After Mao Kongtong was extremely resentful, he gradually regained his arrogant and cold image, put his hands in his sleeves, raised his eyes to look in the direction the girl was pointing, and said indifferently:

"Do you want me to chase after him, run into his trap, and then you can run away from my palm?"

The girl pursed her lips, still with a smile and said:

"Mr. Mao, if you believe it, you have it, and if you don't believe it, you don't. The opportunity is ahead, if you don't chase it, this opportunity will definitely miss you. ”

Mao Kongtong snorted softly, staring at the girl with eagle-like eyes:

"Ji Pheasant, the ten major factions of 'Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism, Soldiers, Gu Hunting Doctors and Thieves' in the world, belong to your 'hunters' who are the best at positioning and tracking. Naturally, I believe your word. ”

"It's just that in Baoqi Town, you can be one step ahead of me and take away my opportunity first. This person's strength is definitely not below you and me!"

"Now in this treasure riding town, there are too many cultivators who intend to get involved in the 'spirit kiln'. Although this opportunity is missed, I don't chase it at the moment, it doesn't mean that I will never pursue it. ”

As he spoke, Mao Kongtong burst his fingers, as black as an eagle's claws, and pointed to the dead-eyed crow on the shoulder of the girl Ji Pheasant.

"Zombie Crow, listen to me!"

Mao Kongtong snorted.

The crow, which originally looked dead, like a skeleton, suddenly rolled its eyes, and a black line flashed in the pale and lifeless pupils.

Mao Kongtong grabbed his fingers again and took a shot on the ground.

Suddenly a piece of dust was sucked into his palm, and he twisted it into a ball, threw it into the sharp-beaked beak of the dead-eyed crow, and whispered:

"Follow the scent, track down the person. Don't miss a beat!"

The dead-eyed crow tilted its head back and swallowed the dust, then hissed twice. Spin even spread the gray and dull lifeless wings, fluttered up, and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

The girl Ji Pheasant looked at the direction of the dead-eyed crow, pouted, and shook her head:

"It's a pity, but I've worked hard to nurture this spiritual raven...... Now you have made it look like this, lacking spirituality, and it is difficult to succeed. ”

Mao Kongtong said indifferently:

"Your hunter has the means of the hunter, and my Gu Sect has the method of the Gu Gate. Whether this crow is dead or alive is just a minion, and what is the pity. ”

Ji Pheasant smiled and turned his head, looking at Mao Kongtong:

"Does Mr. Mao want me to die or live?"

Mao Kongtong said in a wooden tone:

"If you fall into my hands and help me build the 'Spirit Kiln', I will give you freedom. As long as you are sincere, you will naturally have no worries about your life, and I can't say that I will give you some luck!"

"Then I really want to thank Mr. Mao for his generosity. ”

Ji Pheasant smiled and saluted, but there was a deep chill buried in his smart eyes.

......

......

In late autumn, night comes fast.

At this moment, the wind is high and the moon is dark, the clouds are thick, and the sky and the earth are bleak and boundless.

The shops near Yanlong Lane in Baoqi Town have long been closed.

The looming bean lights float far and near, as if phosphorus fire is suddenly appearing.

Everything is silent, and from time to time there is a dog barking, and I don't know where it is.

Around the five big locust trees, it was already night mist.

In the light white or dark fog shadows, fallen leaves or dust float. The cold breath spread, dead silence, and there was no figure to be seen in the alleys.

Bang~~

Bang Bang~~

There was a faint sound of beating in the distance, and it suddenly appeared.

Chen Fusheng carried a banner and a sword, and appeared from a corner, looking around.

After listening for a long time, Chen Fusheng was silent and walked towards the interior of Yanlang Alley.

It is said to be an alley, but in fact, it turns around, and I don't know how many forks in the road.

At every turnoff, there are rows of tall and low houses.

Chen Fusheng remembered the path mentioned by the old Taoist priest in his heart, and walked forward silently.

Fortunately, it was late at night, and there was no one else but him.

Moreover, there have been several criminal homicides in Yanlang Lane, and it has not been peaceful recently, so no one dares to come at night. Except for the roosters and dogs barking, the lights are like beans, and there is no difference from the cemetery.

After walking cautiously for about half an hour, Chen Fusheng stopped.

In front of us is an open field with a few old trees planted in thick shade.

Old trees, dry wells, and clumps of barren grass, almost half a man's height, grew unbridled, stretching the open field like a jungle.

Thick fog shrouded in a dilapidated courtyard ahead.

The courtyard is dark at the moment, and there are broken tiles everywhere, looking like ruins.

A few circles of haphazard thorn bars blocked the open field.

Whining~~

簌簌~~

A few night owls startled and flew away with a sneer, falling into the thick fog and disappearing into the distance.

Chen Fusheng looked at the old mansion of the Jiang family, which had been swallowed up by night, and sighed secretly in his heart.

If the old Taoist priest knows that his family is ruined and people are dying, he doesn't know what his mood is.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Fusheng stepped forward.

Click~~

The sound of stepping on rubble tiles echoed in the lifeless courtyard.

Chen Fusheng walked into the decaying and collapsed courtyard.

A fishy smell came to my face.

Everywhere in front of him were wild grass, wild animal bones, rotten branches and leaves.

Three tiled houses, two partial houses, pavilions, and pillars are all in tatters.

In the precincts, which had not been visited for a year, there were still altars that had been excessively used in the past, and the debris that was messy all over the floor was buried in the dust.

Chen Fusheng took advantage of the dim moonlight and continued to walk inward.

Walk through the dilapidated house and come to the back of the courtyard.

Sure enough, several graves with barren grass stood alone in the night.

A large stone tombstone is erected in front of the grave.

The stele is engraved with the surnames, birthdays, brief records, and so on of all the deceased.

Chen Fusheng glanced at it, and there was a list of twenty-one people on the stone tablet that had been eroded by wind and rain and was already half-broken and half-broken.

The door is full of extinction, and there is no life left......

Chen Fusheng hung silently for a moment.

Then the digging of the grave began.

Fortunately, in the nearby firewood room, there are iron tools used by the government. Although it is rusted, it does not affect the use.

Moreover, the tomb erected by the government for the deceased of the Jiang family is not very important, and the foundation is not solid.

Chen Fusheng worked hard to dig, but it was not very difficult.

After such hard work, it was about half an hour later.

Chen Fusheng has already dug up the joint grave of Jiang Lao and his wife.

See a coffin buried in the sludge.

Baoqi Town is located in the mountains and rivers, and the geography is not humid, so the coffin is well preserved.

After all, it's only been a year, and it's not yet completely decaying.

Chen Fusheng clasped his palms together and silently confessed a few words.

Even if he no longer hesitated, Yunli pried open the lid of the coffin.

Click~~

The tooth-souring sound arose, and the lid of the coffin had been lifted.

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