Seeing this, Mo Xun instantly understood. Snorted coldly: "This village not only has villagers who have come back from the dead, but also some demons with bad intentions who want to control the villagers!"

After speaking, Mo Xun pointed to the door and shouted, "If my guess is correct, the person standing outside the door should be the legendary living dead, right?"

Just as Mo Xun was dripping, he immediately used the power of ice and fire transformed by the Fire God Sword and the Hidden Dragon Armor, and instantly broke the door. I saw a whirlwind suddenly blowing outside the door, and it quickly blew into the distance.

Father Zhong stood behind Mo Xun with his wife and daughter, and asked: "In the past two years, there has always been a strange wind in the village, is it a strange wind?"

Mo Xun said: "Hidden in the whirlwind are the living dead, the living dead are an extremely special existence between heaven and earth, they are not people, not immortals, not demons, not ghosts, not demons. But they do exist in the world, and except for some top powerhouses, no demon or monster can see their true body. If it weren't for seeing my father and mother and Ziyou's current appearance of being neither human nor ghost, I would have ignored the legendary existence of the living dead, and I wouldn't have imagined that I would have met it in the village today. ”

"What are the living dead doing in the village?" asked Father Zhong.

Mo Xun said: "Legend has it that there are some living dead people who do not attack any living beings, as long as there is a similar kind of people appearing. But they have a special hobby, which is to take some new living dead as their slaves. ”

Speaking of this, Mo Xun looked back at his family in shock, and stammered, "It's difficult...... Are all the people in the village going to be turned into the living dead?"

After listening to Mo Xun's description, the family fell silent.

Mo Xun looked at the dilapidated village and said firmly: "I must investigate this matter clearly." ”

......

Since Mo Xun came to the village, the strange whirlwind has not appeared again, and it seems that the so-called living dead are deliberately avoiding Mo Xun.

Mo Xun stayed in the village, and he also met other people in the village in the past few days. Some of these people have stumps and broken arms, some of them have blurred flesh and blood, and they all look terrifying, but there is no trace of yin qi.

And Mo Xun found that everyone in the village had a corrosive rot in their bodies, and Mo Xun tried to drive away and eliminate the rot worms, but these rot worms were like weeds. The biggest headache for Mo Xun is that these rotting insects are born from the people in the village.

In the long run, rotting insects will slowly corrode people's bodies.

Although Mo Xun's cultivation has achieved a little success, he has not yet reached the real realm of Bigu, and it is okay to skip meals for a few days, but if he does not eat for a long time, he will be hungry.

On this day, the long-lost smoke rose in the village. Mo Xun cooks at home alone, and this is also his first time cooking. As a result, the rice burned and the taste of the dish was strange.

But Mo Xun was so hungry that he had no choice but to bite the bullet and eat it.

Looking at Mo Xun with an embarrassed face, Father Zhong shook his head and smiled: "Why are you so troubled, can't you just let your mother do it for you?"

Mo Xun shook his head and sighed: "When the matter in the village is resolved, I will wander the world, and I will go to find an answer." I always had to be self-reliant, and I couldn't always count on my parents. ”

Mother Zhong and Ziyou went out for a walk, and there were only Mo Xun's father and son in the room.

Father Zhong looked at Mo Xun and snorted lightly: "The family is finally reunited, what answer do you have to look for?" Do you know how worried your family has been about you in the past two years?"

Mo Xun held his godfather's cold hands, knelt on the ground and lowered his head and said, "Children are not filial, but there are some things that children must find out." It's not just about my own safety, it's about the survival of everyone in the village. ”

Father Zhong's body trembled when he heard this, and he was surprised: "What answer are you looking for?"

Mo Xun stood up, clasped his hands, and said word by word: "I want to find out the real reason why the people in the village contracted the plague two years ago. ”

Now that things are getting more and more complicated, Mo Xun doesn't believe that it is as simple as Yu Lingxiao just sending people to poison the people in the village in order to improve his cultivation, and now no one in the village has really died.

A few more days passed, and the strange wind still did not appear. Mo Xun explored for hundreds of miles around the village, but still found no trace of the strange wind.

It seemed that the living dead had disappeared without a trace.

Late at night, the people of the village have become accustomed to being outside. Mo Xun lay alone on the couch, but he couldn't sleep for a long time.

Mo Xun's heart is very heavy, and he doesn't know where to go in the future.

But what do you get?

If you leave alone, with no one to rely on, how can you solve the doubts in your heart?

The only way can only be to cultivate hard and strive to achieve great success as soon as possible, and then you will have the ability to fight with Yu Lingxiao, and then force Yu Lingxiao to say the answer.

He didn't want to go to Purple Moon City because he didn't trust anyone anymore.

Since you want to cultivate, you have to find a quiet and uninhabited place, and you can't stay in the village for a long time, otherwise you will be discovered by Yu Lingxiao sooner or later.

Thinking of cultivation, he took out the free recipe again, and was about to open it to read, when suddenly a faint fragrance wafted in from the window. Mo Xun only felt that his body was fluttering, and he was drunk and fell asleep.

At this time, Mo Xun was in a wonderful state.

He knew that he was in his dream at this time, but the scene in the dream was as real as reality.

He saw a riverbank on which a group of soldiers were fighting.

There was a majestic man whose face could not be seen clearly, and he looked up to the sky and roared, drew his sword, and wiped it against his neck.

He fell on the river, and the blood stained the river.

Suddenly, the screen turned.

What Mo Xun saw was a tomb, but he couldn't read the words engraved on the tombstone.

At this time, a woman approached her.

With a pointed face, slender eyebrows, and a very beautiful appearance, but there was desolation in his eyes,

The woman suddenly raised a sword in her hand and danced in front of Mo Xun.

She danced and hummed a poignant ballad:

"The Han soldiers have been slighted, the Quartet Chu is singing, the king is exhausted, and the concubine is not alive. ”

At this time, a picture that shocked Mo Xun appeared. He saw a man who looked exactly like himself, slowly walking towards the poignant woman, and suddenly roared loudly: "Pull out the mountain and cover the world, and the time is not good." If you don't die, you can't help it, and you can't help it!"

The man gently hugged the woman into his arms, but he couldn't help but shed men's tears.

Looking at such a scene, Mo Xun felt extremely sour, the scene in front of him was like his own personal experience, a little strange, and a little familiar.

Suddenly, the man and the woman vanished. Only Mo Xun was left standing alone in front of this desolate lonely grave.

Faintly, a bard's recitation came from afar:

"Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable.

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window.

There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka. ”

Gradually, the bard walked up to Mo Xun's side, pointed to the lonely grave and said, "To predict the consequences of this life, you must ask the cause of the past life. Cause and effect are difficult in life and life, so why go against the sky?"

Mo Xun looked back when he heard this, but found that the poet had gone away. Looking at the poet's back, Mo Xun felt that this back was very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

However, Mo Xun didn't know at the moment that he had gradually fallen into his dream.

......

In the early morning, Mo Xun was still asleep.

Ziyou came to Mo Xun's room, she smiled mischievously, quietly walked to Mo Xun's side, and suddenly screamed. However, Mo Xun still couldn't wake up.

Ziyou thought that Mo Xun deliberately deceived herself, so she pushed Mo Xun's body hard, but Mo Xun still didn't wake up.

Ziyou was in a hurry and hurriedly called her parents over. No matter how the family shouted or called, Mo Xun was still asleep.

The whole family panicked, but there was nothing they could do.

At this time, Mo Xun was still intoxicated in his dreams.

......

In the dream, Mo Xun unknowingly came to a temple.

When you walk into the temple, you will see a dilapidated shrine, dusty shrines, and corners of houses hung with cobwebs, and it seems that no one has been here for a long time.

Mo Xun didn't stay, and after observing the temple for a while, he walked towards the mountain behind the temple.

Mo Xun passed through the mountain and found that the peaks in the distance behind the mountain were lined up, like a screen like a barrier, the smoke and clouds changed, and the color was green and blue.

Occasionally, you can hear the songs of the woodcutters in the mountains and the songs of birds and beasts.

Mo Xun was very curious, so he walked towards the mountains.

Entering this group of mountains, Mo Xun was lost in a forest, and he couldn't get out no matter how he walked.

At this time, Mo Xun remembered that he was still in a dream at this time.

So, he looked at the gray sky and shouted, "What is it that leads me to my dreams and traps me in this boundless dream?"

At this time, Mo Xun heard the bard's voice again, but this time the poet did not recite the poem, but spoke directly to Mo Xun: "I am the living dead you have always wanted to find. ”

Mo Xun was shocked when he heard this, and wondered: "What do you want to do, why do you stay in the village and refuse to leave." Is it true that the people of the village are going to become the living dead, and you want to take them as slaves?"

The figure of the bard suddenly appeared beside Mo Xun, and Mo Xun looked at the appearance of the bard, feeling extremely familiar, but he forgot where he had seen it.

The bard smiled, took out a mirror from his bosom, walked to Mo Xun's side, and said, "Look at you and me in the mirror." ”

Mo Xun looked at the mirror, and suddenly felt shocked, he realized that the poet was actually his old self.

"This ...... What the hell is going on?"

Looking at Mo Xun's shocked and puzzled look, the poet said with a smile: "To predict the results of this life, you must ask the cause of the past life. Cause and effect are difficult in life and life, so why go against the sky?"

Mo Xun's face darkened, and he said, "What do you want to express, can't you speak well?"

"Don't you understand the simple meaning?" the poet asked rhetorically.

Mo Xun frowned and said, "What cause and effect, what past and present lives, what against the sky, does this have anything to do with me?"

The poet shook his head and sighed, and said, "Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. There was nothing in the first place, where to stir up dust. ”

With that, the poet laughed and walked into the distance, gradually disappearing into the depths of the woods.

Mo Xun looked puzzled and muttered, "Is this guy a poet or a monk?"

"To foresee the consequences of this life, we must ask about the causes of past lives. Cause and effect are difficult in life and life, so why go against the sky?"

The poet's voice came again, Mo Xun really couldn't bear it, and yelled: "I know your uncle!"

Unexpectedly, his shout was immediately out of the dream. He opened his eyes and found that his godfather and sister were looking at him in surprise.

Mo Xun scratched his head and wondered, "Why are you looking at me like this, how long have I been asleep?"

“......”

Everyone was stunned.

When he had nothing to do, Mo Xun took out the free trick again. However, as soon as he opened the free formula, the strange wind that had not been seen for a long time appeared, and blew open the door directly and blew into the house.

Mo Xun seized the opportunity this time and carefully observed the strange wind. The strange wind lingered in the house for a while and blew away, and Mo Xun chased it out decisively.

The strange wind seemed to be deliberately looking for him to lead him to a certain place, and Mo Xun followed the strange wind all the way, and soon came to a mountain col.

On either side of the col stand two towering peaks, both of which are black-brown, not only the trees on the mountain are black-brown, but even the sand and soil are black-brown.

Coming here makes people feel cold, Mo Xun looked at the two mountains, and the crow suddenly came from the mountain. A flock of crows flew out of the mountain and landed beside Mo Xun.

At this time, the strange whirlwind also stayed by Mo Xun's side, and let out a piercing whistle, as if it was foreshadowing something to Mo Xun.

At the same time as the strange wind was howling, these crows that landed in front of Mo Xun also chirped at the same time. Mo Xun was curious, and looked at the strange wind with a puzzled expression.

At this moment, the strange wind suddenly disappeared.

The strange wind disappeared, but the crows boiled.

Mo Xun carefully observed the group of crows and found that these crows were all looking at him with a longing look. It was the first time he had seen a bird with such a human expression.

"Are you going to take me somewhere?" Mo Xun asked.

The crows seemed to understand Mo Xun's words, and they flew slowly forward. Mo Xun was amused and followed them away.

Mo Xun followed the crow into the deep mountains and slowly walked into a forest. At this time, the crows dispersed in a hurry, just when Mo Xun was puzzled. The scenery in the woods suddenly changed, and it turned into a place that I had seen in my dreams!

Mo Xun was stunned, he watched in amazement as a tombstone slowly rose from the ground in front of him, and there was still green smoke around him.

"Your uncle, it seems that you gave me a dream these days, right?" Mo Xun pointed to the tombstone and scolded for no reason, he didn't know why he was scolding this lonely grave, he felt weird.

When the smoke cleared, Mo Xun carefully observed the tombstone, and this time he could see the words engraved on the tombstone.

On the tombstone, there are four bloody crimson characters engraved "Tomb of the Living Dead".