It was not the first time Lu Xiaohua had seen a dead man, but when she saw the dead man at first glance, she still shivered involuntarily.

The man was leaning limply against the root of a large locust tree, and his whole body curled up in a ball. His clothes were tattered, stained with blood and mud, and he couldn't see the original color clearly, and from a distance, Lu Xiaohua thought it was a big stone. His head hung limply down on his chest, his tousled hair obscuring his face, and his right hand held a sword, half-buried in the earth.

This person must be a Jianghu person! Lu Xiaohua immediately concluded that ordinary people had no spare money to buy swords. Last time, Ermao picked up a sword in the wasteland outside the town, and asked someone to take it to the pawnshop in the city, and the money he earned was enough for his family to eat and drink for half a year.

If this sword is also used...... Lu Xiaohua's eyes lit up suddenly. Looking at him, he is definitely dead. If you're dead, you won't need a sword, so you probably won't mind taking his sword as one. Lu Xiaohua thought about suppressing the timidity in her heart, and cautiously walked towards the dead man.

Although it is an old forest in the deep mountains, there is a small river under the mountain, and there is a small town called Jiangge Town along the river for more than half an hour. The town is not prosperous, but there are often merchants and people with swords.

Lu Xiaohua lives in the mountains, and often goes to the town every ten days. When I met the Jianghu people in the town for the first time, Lu Xiaohua was still a little scared when she saw them holding bright swords and swords in their hands, but those Jianghu people didn't look at Lu Xiaohua at all, as if she was a weed on the side of the road. After a few experiences, Lu Xiaohua is not very afraid of these Jianghu people. Originally, she didn't have much money, but these people in the rivers and lakes all had silver taels, and if she served well, she could earn two dollars to spend, so she gradually became bolder, and the so-called barefoot are not afraid of wearing shoes.

Out of curiosity, when Lu Xiaohua went to the grocery store to buy something, he asked Uncle Zhang, who was well-informed, didn't the storyteller always say that the purpose of practicing martial arts was to serve the country with loyalty or to eliminate violence and peace? Why do these people in the rivers and lakes always like to fight and kill? Uncle Zhang took a sip of saliva, and said while sorting out the goods, he probably had enough to eat, had nothing to spare, and burned a lot of money, or who would always fight for his own life and other people's lives if he had nothing to do. Lu Xiaohua felt that what Uncle Zhang said was very reasonable, even if he couldn't die, it hurt to be injured, although he still felt a little scared, but Lu Xiaohua looked down on these Jianghu people in his heart.

As she got closer, Lu Xiaohua saw more clearly. The dead Jianghu man was covered with wounds large and small, criss-crossed. The blood on the wound had coagulated, the black and red blood clots hung on the turned out flesh, and in a wound on the thigh, it seemed that white bones could be faintly seen! Lu Xiaohua became more and more sure of his judgment, this Jianghu man was really dead and could not die anymore.

Living Jianghu people, Lu Xiaohua never dared to provoke or wanted to provoke, but the dead ones were different. Thinking of Ermao's flying windfall, Lu Xiaohua seemed to have white flowers of silver floating around in front of her eyes. Since this Jianghu man is dead, maybe he has even drunk several bowls of Meng Po soup, he must not mind selling his sword for a few dollars.

Lu Xiaohua walked to the dead man, put down the basket of mushroom picking, and dared to pick up the sword.

Squatting down, she carefully pinched the tip of her sword and tried to put it in the basket. Who knew that the weight of the sword greatly exceeded her prediction, so much so that she couldn't pick it up when she pinched it for the first time!

After a pause, Lu Xiaohua once again plucked up the tip of the sword with both hands and slowly lifted it up, this time the sword moved!

But as soon as her smile was halfway revealed, the sword couldn't be lifted again. "Huh?", Lu Xiaohua pulled hard twice, but still couldn't move. With another effort, the tip of the sword fell back to the ground with a "snap", and scratched her index finger.

Lu Xiaohua looked along the blade of the sword, and it turned out that the dead man's hand was still holding the hilt of the sword tightly!

Lu Xiaohua thought while sucking on her injured index finger, it seemed that she had to break the dead man's hand to get this sword. Seeing that this dead man holds the sword so tightly, probably because he liked this sword very much when he was alive, if he takes it himself, it will be almost the same as robbing the dead man's things, I'm afraid this dead man will be unhappy. If the dead are not happy,...... Thinking of this, Lu Xiaohua suddenly felt a chill behind her, and she shivered involuntarily. Forget it, let's not do it.

She was frightened and unwilling, and her eyes glared at the dead man. Lu Xiaohua's eyes lit up again, rubbed her hands, and once again mustered up the courage to touch the dead man's arms.

The dead man's body is cold, and his chest is hard and bulging, which should be bulging muscles, and it is estimated that he practiced martial arts. Lu Xiaohua felt that it was not much different from pork to the touch, but it was a little harder, thinking like this, she was timid.

While touching, Lu Xiaohua muttered the blessing of the Bodhisattva, and after touching it for a while, her hand touched a hard thing, as if it was a fist-sized cloth bag. She hurriedly took it out and took a look, and sure enough, it was a money bag.

Lu Xiaohua took a breath and opened the money bag, which contained a few ingots of silver and a lot of copper coins. She couldn't help but be happy in her heart, the people in the rivers and lakes are really rich, and now she has really made a fortune! She looked at the money bag with a smile and said to the dead man: "I will help you fix the coffin with your money, and you can only spend half of it, and the rest, even if I bury your reward!"

Suddenly, she felt a tightening of her wrist, and saw the dead man sit up straight from the ground and reach out and grab her wrist.

Cheat...... Lu Xiaohua was shocked, and subconsciously protected the money bag and shouted: "I'm not stealing your silver, I'll buy you what you should use!" Paper money, incense candles, coffins,...... I'll buy it for you! I really don't lie to you!"

The dead man hung his head, grabbed Lu Xiaohua's hand, and said with difficulty: "The money is for you...... Give me...... Send me something to eat. ”

What do you want? Lu Xiaohua looked at him in confusion, "Do you like fresh fruit or meat?"

"It's okay to eat it......" The man grabbed Lu Xiaohua's hand and looked up at Lu Xiaohua with great effort.

What kind of eyes are these! Red, like a ghost, Lu Xiaohua felt as if her face had been scratched by a knife. She nodded desperately in fright. The man let go of his hand and fell down again. Lu Xiaohua quickly turned around and ran.

Lu Xiaohua ran all the way home, only to find that because she was nervous, she had been holding the money bag, but the basket for picking mushrooms was left beside the man. She couldn't help but feel annoyed, the basket was commonly used by her dead mother, how could she just throw it away.

Holding the money bag, Lu Xiaohua thought for a while and felt that she had to bring something to eat to that person. Although that person is terrible when he looks at people, he should do something for him if he takes other people's money. Besides, his basket is still with him, and he will take it back no matter what. Lu Xiaohua nodded to herself, trying not to think about the man's eyes. I didn't do anything wrong, and I wasn't afraid of ghosts calling the door in the middle of the night. The man may not be dead, and if he were alive, there would be nothing to be afraid of.

Seeing that there were only a few pastries left at home, Lu Xiaohua felt that after taking so much money from others, she had to buy something delicious. So she hurriedly ran to the town to buy the roast chicken that she could only eat once during the New Year, and after thinking about it for a while, she bought a pot of wine. Because there was no basket, Lu Xiaohua wrapped everything in cloth and trotted all the way back.

So back and forth, up to the mountain, it was already dark. Fortunately, Lu Xiaohua was very familiar with the forest, and ran to the vicinity of the big locust tree in the dark.

When he got closer, Lu Xiaohua hesitated a little again, that Jianghu man has a sword, and he took his money bag, what if he gets angry and gives himself a sword? By the way, give him roast chicken and wine to eat, if he eats happily, maybe he will reward himself with that bag of money. I heard that Lu Tou in Zhenxi once ran errands for the Jianghu people and won a lot of silver.

Thinking about it, Lu Xiaohua suddenly became bold and shouted tremblingly: "I'm here to bring you food." ”

For a long time, there was no movement.

It was already dark, but because she was used to walking at night, Lu Xiaohua's eyes were very good. She saw that the man was still sitting under the locust tree with his head hung down as he had done when he had left, as if he had not moved. She gritted her teeth and took a few more steps forward, but the man still didn't move. Is it dead again? Yes, how could he survive such a serious injury? Lu Xiaohua felt a little more at ease, opened the cloth bag, spread the cloth next to the dead man, put roast chicken and wine on it, and said, "I'll bring you something to eat." Don't pester me!" After speaking, he clasped his hands together and bowed reverently.

After worshipping, she was about to get up, Lu Xiaohua caught a glimpse of the dead man and seemed to move, she jumped up from the ground at once, ran to the side of the tree and hid.

After waiting for a long time, the dead man did not move. Lu Xiaohua bit her lower lip and thought for a long time, but finally didn't dare to retrieve the mushroom basket next to the man. With a stomp, she turned and went home.

I slept very uncomfortably that night. Lu Xiaohua dreamed one moment that the man was alive and stabbed at her with a bright sword, and then dreamed that the man was dead, spitting out a long tongue and staring at her with blood-red eyes, and floating towards her covered in blood.

Early in the morning, Lu Xiaohua thought about it with two black eyes, and felt that she still had to go and see the person. Regardless of whether the person is dead or not, you have to find out, or you won't want to sleep peacefully in the future.

She took two breads from her house and came to the big locust tree. The sun had already risen, and the light was good, and in the distance Lu Xiaohua saw that the man was still sitting by the tree with his head down as he had done yesterday.

Lu Xiaohua found that the food she sent last night was still in its place, she looked at it carefully, and it didn't move at all. Could it be that I was dazzled when I saw him move last night? No wonder I dreamed last night that he had become a ghost after he died, and it turned out that he was really dead.

Thinking that this person died like this, Lu Xiaohua suddenly felt a little sad. Lu Xiaohua doesn't have any good impression of Jianghu people, but she has some good feelings for this person. Maybe it's because he's not as fierce as the people he usually sees. At least he didn't cut himself with a sword when he took his money bag. From the point of view of taking his money bag, Lu Xiaohua felt that he was the one who was at fault.

Lu Xiaohua slowly walked to the man's side and squatted down, picked up the mushroom basket, and put the food for the man into the basket one by one. Cleaning up like this, Lu Xiaohua suddenly regretted a little, if she hadn't been so scared yesterday and gave him some of her own herbs, maybe he wouldn't have died, huh...... At least not so soon. Thinking that this person hadn't eaten a bite until he died, Lu Xiaohua was a little sad. Thinking of the time when he had no food to eat, the taste of hunger was really uncomfortable, this person didn't eat a mouthful of food before he finally died, and he became a starving ghost like this, and I heard that such a ghost would never be able to eat when he arrived in the underworld. How pitiful...... Thinking of pity, she remembered that her mother died when she was five years old, and her father was crazy, and when he was eight years old, he suddenly ran out of the house and never came back. I am also very pitiful, no one cares about me since I was a child, and I am alone...... The more Lu Xiaohua wanted to be sad, the more tears gradually wet her eyes, and the sadness came from it, and it could not be stopped. Then she simply sat on the ground and cried, and finally uncontrollably turned into an earth-shattering wow wow cry, crying to the extreme, she looked up to the sky and screamed, startling countless birds in the forest.

"Why are you crying here?" asked an impatient voice.

Lu Xiaohua was crying, how could she have kung fu to manage people, so she only whimpered and replied: "Death...... Dead ......"

"Who's dead?" the cold voice asked again.

Lu Xiaohua's crying was interrupted, and she became a little impatient, "Don't you have long eyes?

"There are no dead people here, you have to cry somewhere else!" the voice seemed to be angry.

Lu Xiaohua's crying was completely interrupted, and she couldn't help but get angry, "This is not your home, I can cry wherever I want, can you control it!" As she spoke, she wiped her tears and snot with her sleeve, and looked up to find the nasty guy who disturbed her crying.

A pair of narrow eyes suddenly appeared an inch in front of Lu Xiaohua, and the bloodshot eyes were full of irritability. Lu Xiaohua didn't want to be stared at so closely, so she couldn't help but stand up backwards. As soon as she stood up, she sat back on the ground in fright. The owner of these eyes is none other than the dead man who is crying for himself!