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The small courtyard is broken, surrounded by a fence full of gourd vines, the courtyard is a wooden house, the door is half-covered, the four edges and corners are also pitted, uneven, I don't know if it was gnawed by a dog, the night breeze is cool, the door shaft turns slightly, and there is a "squeak" movement.

Looking through the hole in the window, I saw that the house was simply surrounded by four walls, with a straw mat on the bed, a table and a chair, an oil lamp outside, and a large vat in the corner.

The oil lamp was on, and there was a man sitting under the lamp.

But he was a yellow-skinned, thin-skinned man, wearing a washed white old clothes, with a withered appearance and dull eyes, sitting at the table.

I saw this person holding a gray-black pottery bowl with a gap in one hand, twisting the contents in the other, putting them in his mouth one by one, chewing "Gaba Gaba" sound, and the things in the bowl were dry and hard soybeans, and he was chewing with relish, smashing his mouth from time to time, as if he was reminiscing, thirsty, only picked up the water scoop on the side, and poured two mouthfuls of cold water.

However, regardless of whether this man was eating or drinking, his eyes never left the bedside, and he stared at it as if he was fascinated, and there was a painting hanging on the bed frame of the table.

There is nothing else on the painting paper, the only woman's back combing hair, red clothes and black hair, slender waist and jade fingers, graceful and graceful figure, only on the painting paper is vividly displayed, I don't know what this painting paper is made of, the firelight is reflected, it is delicate and flooded, such as mutton fat white jade, illusion, just like the woman's delicate and smooth skin, and exudes an indescribable fragrance, such as blue like musk, ecstasy and bones.

The man's eyes looked straight at the painting, and one hand couldn't help but caress it.

"Giggles!"

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, a moving laugh appeared out of thin air in this room, which was charming and delicate.

"Goo-toot!"

The man's throat bulged, and even if the spittle went down, his eyes turned red, bloodshot, and his eye sockets were black, like a terminally ill tuberculosis ghost, and he was almost breathless.

The insect chirping of the bed suddenly disappeared at this moment, the night breeze was cool, and the flame of the oil lamp couldn't help but writhe wildly, as if it was about to be extinguished in the next moment, and the fire also swayed with it, flickering and dimming.

The man finally came to his senses, and hurriedly got up and closed the doors and windows, but when he turned back again, he saw that the paper of the painting was empty, only a piece of white paper remained, and the person in the painting was nowhere to be seen.

When I looked closely, there was already a woman sitting next to the bed, with a skin like condensed fat, a graceful figure, a green hair hanging down on her chest, sitting sideways, not looking at her.

"Don't be afraid, the slave family is the fairy in this painting, and when I see it today, I am willing to recommend myself to the pillow seat, just ask for good, in order to repay the mercy of the son!"

The woman lowered her eyebrows and said softly.

The man was already stunned, his eyes were distracted, how could he hear what the woman next to the bed said, his mouth just echoed, and he walked towards the woman step by step as if he was being pulled by an invisible silk thread, with a foolish smile on his face.

"Good, good, good, good......"

As he spoke, he threw the woman's soft and boneless body into his arms, but it was a night of spring breeze, enjoying the joy of fish and water......

The next day.

As soon as the rooster and dog barked, a scholar in cloth clothes was seen outside the courtyard.

"Brother Zhang, I'm coming to see you!"

The scholar called a few times outside the courtyard and didn't see anyone in the house responding, so he wanted to leave, but when he saw the door of the wooden house ajar, he shook his head and walked in with a wry smile.

"Brother Zhang, you ...... Ah......h

The scholar pushed the door in, thinking that his friend was just sleeping and drunk, but after entering, before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly opened sharply, his eyes were cracked, and he almost wanted to come out, his feet were soft, and he was paralyzed on the ground like this, trembling all over, as if he saw a great horror.

It turned out that on the straw mat, I saw a dry skeleton with a thin skin and bones, lying naked on it, as if there was no flesh and blood, only a dry human skin remained, and the bones of the whole body were clearly outlined by the tight skin; a face was even more chilling, with high cheekbones, sunken cheeks, and deep eye sockets, leaving only two bulging eyes, full of bloodshots, and a black hole in the mouth that grew big.

"Come on!"

Suppressing the great fear in his heart, the scholar got up quickly, turned around and ran out crying and howling, but I don't know why, when he kicked the door, he suddenly paused, glanced at a painting hanging next to the bed, and the whole person was like a demon, and then his eyes showed obsession, and he quickly walked to the bed, put the painting away, and then left without looking back.

In a trance, there seemed to be a coquettish smile in the room.

Bao Gong Ancestral Hall.

"Hah!"

Chen Laoqi yawned sleepily, but when he saw the person sitting next to him, he immediately closed his mouth, like a frightened rabbit, quietly and decently sat aside.

"Childe, you're awake!"

Su Hongxin glanced at the sky outside, reached out and took out two small yellow croakers from his arms.

It's just that he didn't give it all to the old man, in front of Chen Laoyi, he saw Su Hongxin half-lowered his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to divide a small yellow croaker into two sections, and then rubbed it with his fingers, and the golden beans were rubbed out by him, and the old man was dumbfounded, so frightened that he almost turned his back on it.

"Take it, go out and bring some food, and buy me a decent outfit!"

But when the golden beans hit each other and fell into his hands, Chen Laoqi was like a fool again, and he looked at it in a daze for a long time before he hurriedly reacted and limped out, leaving only Su Hongxin in the ancestral hall.

He looked at the statue of Bao Zheng on the seat, his eyes were thoughtful, but his mouth was violently roared, his shoulders collapsed, and the whole person swooped out of the ancestral hall like a tiger.

Unconsciously, his physical body became stronger and stronger, especially last night, after devouring that evil ghost, it seemed that there was a kind of warm building injected into his limbs and hundreds of remains, and all over his body, invisibly strengthening his body.

"Could it be that this is the benefit of this ability, the ability to strengthen oneself by devouring demons?"

Thinking of this, Su Hongxin seemed to be reminiscing about the taste of the evil ghost, which did not come from taste, but from the spirit and body.

"What does Rahu represent? What is the change that has happened to me, good or bad?"

Absentmindedly practicing his fists and feet, he didn't stop until Chen Laoqi came back with wine, vegetables, fish and meat.

"Childe, don't be weird, there have been a lot of strange things in the city recently, Xiao Lao'er was curious for a while, and watched for a while, which is a little delayed!"

Fortunately, this old man is also open-minded.

Su Hongxin took the clothes that Chen Laoqi bought, and while changing, he asked curiously: "Strange things in the city?

Chen Laoqi was beside him with wine and food, he took a sip of the soup on his fingers, and then lowered his voice and said: "This is a bit much, I just heard that Zhang Xiucai was found dead at home this morning, with no flesh and blood, only skin and bones, the death is called a miserable, in my opinion, it must be entangled by monsters." Also, listening to the ferryman on the side of the Yellow River, the rain has been raining continuously in the past few days, and there is a snake in the river that wants to enter the sea and turn into a dragon, and there is Yishan, these times the old people are dead, such a strange thing, the mountain is either fine or strange, there must be monsters entrenched......"

The old man was eating wine and food, talking eloquently, but Su Hongxin was quite surprised to listen.

"Is the snake walking?"

This was no stranger to him.

However, he was more concerned about the things on Nayi Mountain.

"Let's eat, I'm done eating, let's go to Yishan!"

Chen Laoqi had eaten such a good wine and food, and was feasting on it, when he heard that he was going to go to Yishan, his eyes couldn't help but stare and said:

"Go to Yi, Yishan?"

：。 ：m.x