Save me!

Save me!

Save me!

When Yan Sang was asleep, he kept dreaming back to the picture of the woman on the river asking for help, but the scene in the dream was far more terrifying than the picture of the river—

The woman standing barefoot on the water was still as stunning as Roselle, but the river turned into a river of blood in an instant, as if emitting a disgusting smell of blood.

At the same time, what was crawling all over her ice muscles and jade bones was no longer the rotting black spots like black ants, but wriggling blood, viscous as a liquid living thing......

The picture flickered, and the river turned into a dark Shura Hell, where living babies as thin as insects were surging in the river, climbing frantically on her jade body, with an excited and joyful smile, crawling and gnawing on the ......

The picture is torn and reorganized, the woman who seems to be a fairy has been gnawed to reveal her white bones, and under her beautiful face, all of them have been turned into bones, and half of her face looks a little infiltrating, but her eyes are as rotten as a galaxy, still staring at him longingly.

"Ahh

Yan Sang woke up from his sleep, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a bitter and bitter smirking face, the corners of his mouth almost twitched, and he passed out directly.

"Hades, you're finally awake?"

Hades, this familiar and unfamiliar nickname finally brought Yan Sang back to reality, isn't this the damn Bajie pit goods?

"You know what?"

"You know what?"

"When I open my eyes, I see your damn pie face, I'm so close to death!"

"What about that?"

"That little bit of your crotch. ”

......

Waking up from the strange dream, Yan Sang drank several sips of water before suppressing the fear in his heart, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief when he watched the sunlight shine through the paper window.

I have never felt that the sun is so warm.

"Daylight?"

"No, you've slept all night! Poor monk, I've been so worried that I've stayed up all night at the head of your bed. ”

It's rare that I don't claim to be the master of the Eight Rings, it seems that I really feel ashamed in my heart, but before speaking, can I wipe my saliva?

This is obviously not professional!

Also, the monk is worried that I won't wake up, because he is afraid that the white prostitution in the past few days will become a real prostitute, right?

"Bald donkey, tell me honestly, how much of what you told me in the past few days is true and how much is false?"

"How did a good pension yamen become a ghost-hunting yamen?"

"Also, didn't you tell me that the Calamity Division is a moth-eating cave of the second generation of officials?"

I thought that I could live the addiction of the second generation of officials, but I didn't know that now the second generation of officials has become the second generation of ghosts, and the high-risk industry is not the original price.

Gotta add money!

"Harm, it turns out that you vomited blood from this anger?"

The monk also sat down and took a sip of water, and said completely indifferently: "What I told you before is true, but I just didn't say it." ”

"Special events?"

"Isn't it just a little bit of ghostly charm!"

"Hook column cultivation?"

"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, the Buddha has stayed in his heart, and entering the WTO is also cultivation. ”

I'm afraid that what you are entering is not the world, but that there is no sun and moon in the mountains, and you don't know the year in the cold and heat, right?

"Yulu?"

"It's definitely ten times that of other yamen!"

"Then I'm relieved. ”

Yan Sang finally breathed a sigh of relief and drank another sip of water happily, as if he didn't plan to care about the previous incident.

But this made the monk look stupid, and stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Yan Sang's eyes, for fear that he was vomiting blood sequelae, and his head was a little unbright, "Are you okay?"

Yan Sang directly knocked the monk's pig's trotters flying, "What's wrong with me?"

"This ......," the monk stopped talking, "you don't have anything else to ask?"

"No, it's a good job. ”

As a professional gamer who died suddenly from overwork, Yan Sang engaged in this profession before crossing over, not only because of his amazing talent, but more importantly, because he likes excitement.

I like to look for an alternative sense of substitution that life can't enjoy in the game.

Although this world is a little different from the well-known Xianxia games, the more bizarre it is, the more it can stimulate his adrenaline.

So it's really good, but Yan Sang still wants to ask, is there an archive function.

If you take this Hewei Village as a copy, the clue that there is so far is that the young lady immersed herself in a pig cage and turned into a ghost, and then murdered the other six people, so you can also think that they were killed for adultery. ’

Then from my point of view, there was another clue, and it was the woman who appeared on the river. This woman should not be a young lady, it may be a branch line, or it may be the main line. ’

If it's the main line, then the young lady line may only be one of the branches. But no matter what, you must first complete the line of the young lady before you can know which of these two lines is the main line. ’

'So, digging out the ghost of the young lady is the key!'

"Bald donkey, where's the miscellaneous hair?"

Yan Sang clarified the key to the problem, and then found that the Taoist priest who loved to pretend to beep was not there, but after calling for a long time, he found that the monk was still drinking water happily, and quickly changed his tone and said respectfully: "Master Bajie, where is the miscellaneous hair?"

"I went to investigate and visit with the leader", the monk nodded with satisfaction, and he looked like a monk.

"Boss, you mean, Li Xisheng is here?"

Li Xisheng, this is also a key link in the main line, whether Yan Sang can be the Xiaozai of the Disaster Division, and this person has to nod.

Recalling the glimpse before fainting, although it was a little vague, the heroic posture on the white horse was sassy, and there was a faint demeanor of taking the head of a general in a million troops, well, there should be no need to expect too much from the appearance.

"yes! I came here last night before you passed out. However, she shouldn't be here for the case in Hewei Village, but for you. ”

"How?"

"Normally, a case like Hewei Village, if it is just a young lady turning into a ghost, because the case is relatively minor, at best it is just a little ghost who is not in the climate, and if two Xiaozai are dispatched, they can already be handled properly, and there is no need to dispatch Dazai at all. ”

"So, the boss came here this time, mainly for you, count the days, it's almost here!"

"What day?"

Looking at the appearance of the monk's finger pinching the divine stick, Yan Sang wondered.

"The first seven!"

The first seven, what the first seven, the first seven of the young lady?

Just kidding, the young lady died before the festival, and the first seven years have passed?

No, just for me, my first seven?

Today is the 10th day of the third month, which happens to be the seventh day that I have crossed over, and it is also the seventh day of resurrection with a body with the same name and surname.

The Calamity Division is a ghost-hunting yamen, and it recruits people who come back from the dead, which must be because this kind of people have something different.

Could it be that like ghosts, on the first seven days, there will be some strange events?

Yan Sang was thinking about it, when suddenly there was a needle-like stinging pain in his head, and his face turned pale with pain, and he pressed his head with both hands, trying to open the skull alive and pull out the needle in his head that was constantly twisting and turning.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and Li Xisheng and the Taoist priest walked in, looking at Yan Sang who was rolling on the ground, and then at the monk.

Feeling that cold and sharp gaze, the monk's bitter and hateful face wanted to cry again, "I really didn't do anything!"