has fled for seven or eight miles, according to Tang Qian's words, although the old man is not doing personnel, but he has been busy for half a night, it is normal to be chased and killed, stealing things and paying attention to squatting, this tomb robbery is a lot of calculations, sometimes the weather can not be bad at all, the old man pondered for so long and was missed by him Tang Qian, naturally angry, let the old man lose his temper or should.

The more the old man thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, as if the spell of the person who had just shot at him was very powerful, and then he couldn't help but worry about what kind of trap this was, so he chased it slower and slower, which also made Tang Qian, who was carrying the burden and Zhou Sheng, breathe a sigh of relief, he was really going to be unable to run.

What Tang Qian got was a rice jar. It's not because the word rice is written on this jar, but probably the rice jar is the same, Tang Qian naturally knew that the other two people were looking at this thing, so he casually threw it to Zhou Sheng, Zhou Sheng had seen Tang Qian shoot a few times, and knew that Tang Qian would not take something useless, so he didn't open it, just shook it.

Tang Qian couldn't help but nodded, this is Zaohui.

"It's not blood rice, it's two worms, I guess, it's probably two, it should be a strange thing raised by the dead monk, this kind of thing is easy to have problems if it is not handled well. Tang Qian said: "I have a friend who specializes in playing with these things, so just give it to him when the time comes, and I just want to think about not being released by that old man for something terrible." ”

Saying that, Tang Qian took it back from Zhou Sheng's hand and stuffed it into his baggage, although he didn't look very careful, but Tang Qian's attitude made Xia Yubing very strange: "The monk you are talking about, that is, the immortal we are talking about, shouldn't be very powerful, fearless and then happy to live or something, shouldn't be as timid as you and worry about everything?"

Tang Qian didn't answer, he thought for a while and said, "We're going to go faster." ”

They were going to Zhoujia Village.

Zhoujia Village is a village with many surnames of Zhou, and like most villages in the world, it has a tattered but still able to see the text. The wind blows the shaking wooden signs, and the wooden signs rattle.

It's also interesting, the words written in Zhoujiacun are very good, and it is not an exaggeration to even call it calligraphy.

Tang Qian didn't expect that there were many people who came earlier than him.

A lot of monks.

There are Taoist people wearing Taoist robes and combing their hair in buns, there are rangers with swords straddling their waists, and even some monks wearing long robes with bald heads.

These people will definitely not be from this Zhoujia Village, and there is even a Taoist who shouted a lecture to the two young men and women who were probably his apprentices: "You are walking on this Easy Ridge at will? Not to mention what dangers are inside, the two of you will be unable to move an inch in the Easy Ridge with so many things, what is there in the Easy Ridge? It is a prohibition, we came to Zhoujia Village for treasures, not to compensate ourselves in this kind of forbidden landscape!"

This man is no longer young, he is a head shorter than his male disciples, his face is ruddy, and his momentum is very strong, and when he teaches the two disciples, his voice is amazingly loud, and he feels that half the village can hear it clearly.

His male disciple's arms were longer than the average person, one touched the back of his head, with an embarrassed expression on his face, and the other hand hanging down was already above the knee, and his appearance was clear and his smile was very gentle.

The female disciples of the Taoist are average, and even have the illusion that they cannot be remembered.

These were all things that Xia Yubing saw curiously at the people around him, but Tang Qian didn't squint, didn't look at anyone, and walked straight towards the village.

"This is Zhoujia Village?" Tang Qian's expression was very strange.

"This is Zhoujia Village, I've been here once, and I've been here again when I'm investigating a case. Xia Yubing was still looking around, looking at those strangely dressed monks: "But the last time I came, there were no such people, and the place couldn't be wrong." ”

"Do you mean that all the villages under the jurisdiction of Los Angeles have registered and recorded the people in the village? Tang Qian turned around and asked.

"I had it a few years ago, and the reason why I saw Zhou Da was that he died very strangely, and I had read the paperwork, so I had some impressions. Xia Yubing noticed that there seemed to be a very ugly-looking man smiling at her, so frightened that she hurriedly looked at Tang Qian and replied, and then didn't dare to look at it more.

"Sister Xia, that ugly man has been watching you. Zhou Sheng said, Xia Yubing was so frightened that he hurriedly grabbed the knife on his waist.

There are about seven or eight families in Zhoujia Village with the surname Zhou, and the name Zhou Sheng Tang Qian and Xia Yubing knew it as soon as they mentioned it, because she had seen Zhou Da's roster, which mentioned that Zhou Da's son Zhou Sheng disappeared at a very young age, and Zhou Da's wife was missing at the same time, and then this man called Zhou Da did not remarry again for so many years, and he was single for many years, and died strangely three years ago, and the cause of death could not be found, saying that he died by drowning in heavy rain one day, but there was not even a puddle around Zhou Da's death, it was the courtyard of his home.

But when a person dies, he dies, and even if it is weird, it can only be recorded.

Tang Qian pulled a villager and asked a few words, and he knew where the pavilion chief's house was.

The pavilion chief is the head catcher of this village, and the roster that Xia Yubing said is in the hands of the pavilion chief, but he did not rush to find the pavilion chief, but took Xia Yubing and Zhou Sheng to a broken temple on the edge of Zhoujia Village.

"It's a ruined temple. Xia Yubing said.

"I know. Tang Qian said.

"What does this have to do with you looking for Zhou Sheng's father?"

"It doesn't really matter. Tang Qian added: "But the monk is here." ”

That Tang Qian's friend, a lifelong monk.

Even Tang Qian felt a little incredible: "I met a monk who drank blood rice porridge here before I went to Los Angeles before, and then he should be in this temple now." Tang Qian scratched his head: "At that time, I came in a hurry and left in a hurry, but I didn't see Zhoujia Village at the door." ”

As soon as the door of the ruined temple was opened, a huge cloud of smoke and dust rushed out of it, and it was in disrepair, and no one came here.

When I entered the door, I saw a huge coffin.

The coffin made of red lacquered wood looks very good, and it is very strong.

What's even more strange is that Tang Qian smiled when he saw the coffin, and went up and knocked on the coffin board vigorously.

The interval between the three is almost the same.

"I thought that I would be able to see the most terrifying things in my life if I did it quickly, but since I met Tang Qian, I know what horror is. Later, Xia Yubing often talked to others.

There was also a sound in the coffin, and it was also the sound of knocking on the coffin board, three knocks, exactly the same length.

Naturally, there was a person lying in the coffin, and this was probably a living person, Xia Yubing thought like this, it was probably the color monk called Pu Shengsheng, because of the name of the lifelong monk, Xia Yubing really had a bad sense for this Tang Qian's friend.

Unexpectedly, Tang Qian almost didn't think about it, pulled out the broken sword and stabbed it towards the coffin.

Lightning-fast!