It is said that in order to avenge his popularity, Uncle Xiong returned to the border between Gyeonggi and Liangguo alone to pursue the traces of the blue sky... Riding a fast horse alone, he didn't care about resting, and he was bumpy day and night.

By the time I realized it, it was already full of smoke and twilight. On the winter solstice, this twilight is only flickering, and the night is like a black pot, and it is tightly buckled.

Uncle Xiong walked in the dark for a while, and finally saw a star of light, revealing the news from a cloud of thick ink in the distance.

When I walked over, I saw that it was a deformed and dilapidated thatched hut, which was blown by the cold wind of the four fields, and it felt like it was overwhelmed and decayed.

Uncle Xiong was anxious, but he couldn't sit down on the horse anymore and couldn't stand the pain of the day and night, so Uncle Xiong couldn't, and naturally he couldn't be demanding at this time, so he could only lead the red horse and knock on the door, and waited for a while, but there was no response in the house. After a long time, a thin voice coughed dryly and asked, "Who?"

"Passing," Xiong Bo said, "I missed the lodging, I wonder if I can borrow a night here for a while?"

"Twenty miles to the west, it is Banqiaoji," said the old man in the house, "and the guest officer should go there." ”

Uncle Xiong hesitated: "Thank you for your advice." It's just that the night is too dark for my horse to go. ”

There was some movement in the room. The bench sounded, the tapping shoes sounded, and the old man coughed all the way and came to open the door. opened the door, but he didn't mean to let people in, only poked the dry wood-like bone rack at the door, and said: "It's not that the old man doesn't keep guests, there has just been a funeral at home, and he hasn't come out of the coffin yet, you people who are in a hurry, are you afraid of taboos?"

Uncle Xiong frowned, and then was slightly stunned: "There is no taboo, I'm just afraid of disturbing the old man." ”

The old man said no more, and went in again with his shoes on. Seeing that this meant that it was permissible to stay overnight, Uncle Xiong hurriedly tied his horse and followed the door. But when he saw the scene in the house, swaying by the faint light of a bean from the vegetable oil lamp, it became more and more desolate. In front of the door is a large kang, in the middle of which is a white cloth from head to toe, covering the corpse high and low. At first glance, people feel cold.

On the opposite side of this kang, there is also a kang with a broken kang table, and there are no other furnishings in the house. Xiong Boxin put down his burden on the kang table, and with a "clatter" sound, he knocked something down. When I looked down, it was very strange, but it was a pair of cleanly washed pig's trotter bones. Only then did I vaguely remember the story of the poor family I had heard, and I could only eat a mouthful of food and look at the food, about this pair of hoof bones, which was also their Wangmei to quench their thirst, right? After a brief period of commotion, silence returned to the hut, except for the ever-bright lamp at the corpse's feet, with its thin wick, which occasionally creaked and burned faintly.

I don't know how long I slept, but I suddenly felt something strange. Lian Jiazi woke up easily, opened his eyes slightly, and suddenly gasped. I saw that on the kang opposite, the ever-bright lamp was still half-dead, struggling to spit out the bean flame. The light shone through the corpse's feet, casting a huge shadow on the cloth. But the shadow was moving. First the flat white cloth made wavy folds, then the folds became more and more fine, and then, the knees suddenly rose to the ground, and the legs under the white cloth suddenly arched!

Explode the corpse!

The exploded corpse moved carefully and slowly, and another hand reached out from under the corpse cloth. Five fingers glowed blue in the shadows, and they had turned into the claws of a new ghost. The ghost's claws lifted the corpse cloth, and the upper half of his body stood straight up. The light on the feet grew and the wind rose, flashed twice, and finally went out. In the darkness, only blue light floated, forming an eerie ghost. The ghost sat on the bed, with two glowing blue eyes, and looked at Uncle Xiong for a moment, and then approached.

The north wind whined in through the cracks in the broken windows. The iron-hard bedding can't keep the cold at all. The whole room was cold, as if an unearthly chill was swaying with this silent ghost step. Uncle Xiong was a little hairy, and he watched the new ghost walk straight towards him, until he walked to the edge of the kang, leaned over slightly, and stared at him...... Probably to suck in his yang energy?

The blue light flashed, and the ghost turned away from him again, and walked towards the master's side. Uncle Xiong hid his fingers under the quilt, gently put on the hilt of his sword, and listened carefully to the sound of footsteps, but he only walked halfway, as if he had touched the kang table for a while, took something, and then turned south, pushed the window, and jumped out. Hearing the sound of the footsteps as if it were real, in the darkness it was a special and special and scurrying all the way south.

This is just a strange thing. Pinching his fingers vigorously, he was by no means dreaming. Uncle Xiong was stunned for a while, he couldn't hold back his curiosity, took the sword lightly, went out of the window, unfolded his body, and chased all the way down with the impression of the voice in his ears. Fortunately, although the ghost steps are elegant, when it comes to speed, they are not as good as the top masters in the world. About touching the tea, the blue ghost shadow has fallen into his eyes.

At this time, it was almost midnight, and the last quarter moon was about to rise in the sky, and the night was not as thick as the previous hour. In front of him, there was also a firelight. But it was two white paper lanterns with long paper flags, gloomy, raised high at the head of a gate, lined with dark blue ghosts in front of the door, as if it were the legendary gate of Hades.

When the ghost arrived at the 'Hades,' he was short, as if he was bowing down.

After this bow, he bowed a lot of effort, and when he stood up, he thought that the Tao had been improved, and he was an inch taller than before, and even the pace was different, and he jumped forward and jumped straight into the door.

This realm of the underworld is really different from the world. Under the light, the ground is gray and gray, very soft and waxy, even the ghost steps are as light as floating, walking on it, immediately leaving a clear line. Xiong Boyi was bold, followed to the door, and took a closer look, the imprint was not a human shape at all, the left two petals, the right two petals, all the way forward, as if it was the hoof prints of some animal--in this way, the legendary six reincarnations really have some shadows, I'm afraid that this new ghost has now fallen into the animal path?

Uncle Xiong squatted down strangely and touched it with his hand, but the ground tentacles had a soft feeling—more but hard. When I turned over my hand, my fingertips were white, and I had already stained a hand of dust. was stunned for a moment, and then it suddenly dawned on me. It turns out that the reason why the ghost step left a mark is not because the ground is soft, but because a layer of dust is laid on the original hard ground!