These are speckled mildew in different shades of color.

It grows between the fingers, spreads on the skin, and spreads along the elbow to the body.

Put it in running water and rinse it, and you won't see the slightest change.

Rub vigorously with a brush until the skin on the back of your hand is red, and those mildew spots are still dazzling in the shallow ones and still shocking in the deep ones.

Or scrape it with a knife, the skin will open and the flesh will bloom, and the blood will be mixed into the running water and washed away, but those mold spots are still there, lurking in the bloody wounds.

"Yikes!"

There was an exclamation from the side.

Feng Chong suddenly woke up from his trance.

He hid the back of his hand in his sleeve, and when he looked up, it was the back of a girl on the bridge who fled in a panic.

Her figure was as light as a willow in the spring breeze, and the moon-white skirt was embroidered with lotus flowers, but unfortunately it was stained with "sludge", and those mildew spots grew from under the petals, spread to the collar, and crawled into the back of her young lotus-like neck.

Feng Chong's gaze followed her.

Follow her over the bluestone bridge and into the bustling street market on the other side of the waterway.

Thereupon.

Patches of mildew broke into the eyes.

In the green tiles, in the bricks, in the trees, flowers and vines, in the window paper, on the walls, on the piers, on the beams, on the sleeves of the bowed hands, in the smiling faces of the street hawkers...... Even, in the sky of the clouds, in the water waves under the bridge.

It's as if the mold is everywhere, and it's as if the whole world is moldy.

But.

What made Feng Chong dazed, surprised, and even shuddered the most was that these mold spots had actually always existed, but his previous self was strangely like tens of thousands of people in this city, ignoring its existence?

And when did you become aware of it?

It was probably the night when the ambush was set up to capture the enchantress.

He teamed up with the ranger, and finally forced the demon girl to retreat and saved the poor family of three.

Unexpectedly, the woman had become a dried corpse, and the child had become a bloodthirsty monster. After wasting some effort and restraining the bloodthirsty demon boy, before he could scrutinize it carefully, a group of officials came out and asked him to hurry up and hunt down the demon girl.

No way.

He had no choice but to chase and kill the demon girl first, but in the chaos, he still let the demon girl escape.

However.

When he came back to check on the demon boy, the family of three disappeared, and when he asked the officials, he only got perfunctory official words.

He began to feel a little strange, and remembered that when he was chasing the demon girl, the demon girl's body and illusion skills were unpredictable and exquisite, and Rao also felt that it was extremely tricky, but in the hands of the people involved in the ambush, there were people who could see through the witch's hiding, not one or two.

In the small city of Xiaoshui, where are so many strange people and strange people?

He paid attention to those "strange people".

After the ambush failed, they did not leave, but took the initiative to take on the arduous task of collecting the corpses.

When Feng Chong spied from afar, he found that some "strange people" were even secretly eating corpses.

There were many people on the other side, and he didn't rush to the top.

Waiting for them to gather the corpses in one place, and then transport them to - not Yamen or Yizhuang, but the Water Moon Temple outside the city.

He didn't act rashly.

The next day, I visited the Water Moon Temple in the name of a pending order.

After some open investigation and covert visits, he got a quite reasonable explanation.

It turned out that the reason why those strange people were able to see through the demon girl's hiding was because they had obtained Qingping's real person's magic urn in advance.

It turned out that I saw the corpse last night, it was dark and the night was tired, so I was dazzled.

It turned out that the corpse was transported to Shuiyueguan because of the request of the government to unify the work for the victims.

Plausible.

This explanation is simply too reasonable!

If it weren't for Feng Chong's dizziness and gradual ability to detect those mildew spots after he came down the mountain in a daze, he would have believed that he was suspicious.

It's a pity.

Those ubiquitous mildew, as well as some of the strangeness that accompanied the appearance of mildew that had been ignored before, but were now extremely dazzling, told Feng Chong......

There must be a problem!

There must be something wrong with the Water Moon View!

There must be something wrong with the city too!

However.

Looking at the mildew on his body that could not be washed off or scraped, and looking at the people who were dazed and ignorant, Feng Chong felt a deep sense of powerlessness, and the message to the master was not responded to for a long time.

He knows.

I need a companion, a helping hand.

............

"You want money?!"

Feng Chong's round eyes were full of incredulity.

On the other side, the only person he could think of and find for help, the ranger Zhang Yi, nodded, and spit out a precise number with an expressionless face:

"Seventy-three taels and one hundred and thirty-two texts. ”

Feng Chong's breathing gradually became heavier.

He was extremely incomprehensible, how could such a thing be about money?

It's just about talking about money, and it's so special that there are parts and pieces!

Maybe it's because the asking price is not low, or because there is a friendship that fights side by side.

Zhang Yi took the initiative to explain: "The best jewelry shop in the city, Fuxiang Ji, the best hairpin in it is worth one hundred taels, and I have twenty-six taels of silver and eight hundred and sixty-eight copper coins on hand." ”

So, it's just seventy-three taels and one hundred and thirty-two wen?

Feng Chong's lungs were about to turn into bellows.

What do you do when you buy a hairpin for a river and lake that licks blood?

"In a few days it will be the Dionysian sacrifice. ”

Zhang Yi didn't say much, a trace of imperceptible warmth appeared on his cold and hard face, but it quickly retracted.

Just looked at Feng Chong.

Neat but crooked robes, clean but thin blankets, and straw sandals with exposed toes.

Zhang Yi fumbled for the spare weapon behind his waist and groaned for a moment.

"Seventy taels. ”

The meaning is obvious, for the sake of Daoist Feng's face, he is willing to sell his weapons and scrape together some silver money to give Feng Chong's offer a fraction.

If this is a transaction, it can be said to be quite generous.

It's a pity that Feng Chong never thinks it's a deal, and it's a pity that the Taoist can't even take out a fraction.

So.

After all the hard negotiations, it was in vain.

Feng Chong returned to his residence in a depressed mood, tossing and turning at night and couldn't sleep, as soon as he closed his eyes, he dreamed of some strange scenes, such as becoming a lion made of glaze burning temples and devouring monks. Thousands of troops

In the dream, he bit his bald head again, and Bai Huahua's brain bloomed between his lips and teeth.

Feng Chong opened his eyes and licked his tongue, the corners of his mouth were particularly fishy.

He immediately realized that something was wrong, shivered, spat on it, simply dressed up, and went out.

Maybe you can bump into a demon girl or some nocturnal ghost to relieve your boredom.

Recently, the curfew has been tightened.

At night, the streets were empty and there were no people, only the waning moon in the sky cast a silver light, as if frost had fallen.

Feng Chong stood still abruptly.

"Come out. ”

The long street is empty, and the evening breeze is getting cooler.

On the corner of the street where the wisteria flowers bloomed, a figure slowly turned out.

Stand by the sword.

The visitor was draped in a loose robe, neatly tied around his waist with a strap, revealing a strong chest and slender and powerful arms, which looked fierce and light. He also had fiery red messy hair that was scattered like fluffy grass, and a hideous ghost face on his face was furious.

Take a look.

It's like a yaksha jumping out of a Buddhist scripture.

"Ghost-faced, the enchantress's accomplice?"

Feng Chong looked at the other party, and suddenly shook his head and sneered.

"I think it's the murderer of the Water Moon Temple!"

"It seems that Poor Dao guessed correctly, and you really have a plan in secret, otherwise, you wouldn't be in a hurry to find Poor Dao to kill him. ”

The "Nakshatra" on the opposite side was silent for a long time.

Finally, he slowly drew his sword out of its sheath.

"Feng Daoren knows. ”

"The more you know, the faster you die. ”

............

The night sinks like iron.

In the Gu family's braised meat shop, the sound of snoring shook the sky.

A man lies on his back on the bed.

Scratching the heart hair, I want to get up in a daze.

But as soon as I opened my eyes.

It almost made him lose his soul.

Right next to the bed.

There was a grimace floating silently!

The green face is fanged, the eyes are staring, and the corners of the mouth are high (harmonious), as if they are happy to have blood to enjoy!

It's her!

The movements of the night ago, the rumors in the neighborhood recently, can be heard by anyone who has ears.

Time.

All kinds of terrifying rumors of "killing people and cutting out hearts" and "skinning and sucking blood" came to his heart at once, and he couldn't help but scream.

However.

A little cold, the tip of the sword was the first to reach his throat.

Pressed all his horror down his throat and down his bladder, and finally slowly dispersed into the futon under the fart (harmony) thighs.

The ghost-faced man's voice was as cold as ice.

"Are you Gu Laosan?"

The man was stunned for a moment, and then he started to swing frantically.

It was probably a sword pestle on his neck, and he didn't dare to make a big move, so he shook his head.

"The female Bodhisattva spares his life, the female Bodhisattva Mingjian, the villain is called Chang Dazhu, but it is not that Gu Laosan, your old man is wronged and has a debt, if you want to kill, kill him Gu Laosan, don't leave the villain alive, the villain is old and young, turn around and give you an immortal ......card for the old man."

The man was afraid that his mouth would not be able to catch up with the murderous intent of the ghost-faced man.

The words were eager and ambiguous, and after teaching the mask, the ghost-faced man frowned.

"Shut up!"

She pinched the tip and pointed to the other eyebrow.

The man shuddered, and the nonsense stopped abruptly, and his expression was suddenly sluggish.

"Who are you?"

"Chang Da Zhu. ”

"Why is it here?"

"I'm tired of stealing money, so I borrow his house to sleep for a night. ”

"Where's the owner?"

"Gu Laosan is out of the house. ”

"What about Gu Tian's family?"

"I was taken up by the Taoist aunt of the water and moon view on the mountain to become a monk. ”

What the?!

Yu Mei was cold, and his heart was confused.

She and Li Chang'an are divided into two ways, one is responsible for assassinating the big demon in the city, and the other is responsible for kidnapping the Tai Sui demon, that is, the Gu Tian clan.

didn't think that she sneaked into Gu's house at night, but there was only one man with a ruffian face in the house.

Unexpectedly, I got the news that a Tai Sui demon was taken away by the Hundred Illusion Butterfly.

The plan has not yet been launched, and it seems that it is about to die.

Could it be ......

Her heart sank slowly.

The sword in his hand, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, seemed to become heavy.

No.

The sword did sink indeed.

She stared.

The man had escaped her spell, but he had not known what had gone to madness, and he was holding his chest in his mouth, his head bowed, and the blade of his sword was clamped in his jaw, ignoring the sharp blade on his neck and bleeding profusely.

He grinned as if he were grinning, and whispered in the silence of the room.

"Hee, hee, she is a monk, but it's a pity that she wasted a snow-white and smooth (harmonious) greasy good skin and meat, good meat ......"

Yu Mei knew this was the case.

It's just a demon.

With a slash of the tip of her sword, she left her half-deformed corpse and turned away.

Things are more troublesome.