At the beginning of the morning light, the morning light lay on the bed and looked at the roof, and couldn't help but feel a little tired.

He hadn't fallen asleep since he was woken up from a nightmare.

As soon as the morning dawned, Ya'er woke up as usual.

"Childe, why did you get up so early?" Ya'er looked at Ling Jiang, who had already opened his eyes, and asked in surprise.

"I'm not used to sleeping. Ling Jiang replied.

"Childe, you better sleep again, it's still early, Ya'er will make porridge for you." Ya'er said, got up and got out of bed. After Ya'er put on her shoes, Ling Jiang also got up.

He said, "I'll go with you, it's not good to let you get it all the time." ”

When Ya'er heard this, she couldn't help but feel a little shy, and whispered, "Serving the son is what Ya'er should do." ”

Ya'er couldn't resist Ling Jiang after all, the two left Rhubarb's house softly, and after a simple wash, Ya'er began to wash rice, while Ling Jiang was chopping wood and making a fire on the side.

"Childe looks like he is chopping wood, it seems to be quite good-looking......" Ya'er, who had made a good meal, stood aside and looked at Ling Jiang, and couldn't help but smile on her face.

Ling Jiang lit the stove and turned around to signal Ya'er to put the pot down.

He then turned around and went back to the house, holding a bag of medicinal herbs in his hand, and walked towards the courtyard of Rhubarb's house.

Ya'er knew that Ling Jiang was going to borrow the stove of the Rhubarb family to decoct the girl inside, but she didn't know why, she was a little unhappy in her heart.

But she didn't dare to show it, for fear that Gongzi would be unhappy when he saw it, and then she would be even more unhappy.

After drinking the rice porridge, the girl still didn't wake up, Ling Jiang watched Ya'er drink the third medicine for her, and then left the house and walked towards the Old Dragon King Temple. He also brought some money with him before going out, and planned to return the money for the medicine to Dr. Qiu when he came back, and grab another pair of medicine by the way.

Ling Jiang walked on the soft beach, and the blood stains left yesterday had been washed away at high tide. He looked up at the rainbow light in the sky, slightly distressed.

The two taels of silver in exchange for selling books are not much, but they are not much or less, but if they continue to spend like this, they will not last long after all.

In addition, he is now entangled in dirty things, how can he have time to get out and work to make money. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but have a headache.

Ling Jiang pushed open the bloodstained temple door, recalling the dream he had last night, and he was still a little panicked.

The Dragon King Temple is quiet and quiet, like an isolated world.

"It's the third day...... Ling Jiang shook his head with a wry smile.

Closing the temple door and walking towards the wax figure, he always felt that it was a little cold in the Dragon King Temple today, and he didn't know if he came too early, he should wait until the middle of the day to come again, maybe it would be appropriate.

As always, he took out the fire fold and lit the yellow incense, and was about to insert it into the incense burner when there was a very uncomfortable feeling behind him.

He subconsciously looked back and saw that the temple was empty and empty, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned his head and was about to insert the yellow incense, when suddenly a white shadow flashed in front of his eyes, Ling Jiang screamed in fright, took a few steps back suddenly, didn't stand firm for a while, and fell to the ground.

Ling Jiang frowned in pain and rubbed his fallen ass with his hand. Looking at the position of the wax figure, there is no white shadow......

"Strange thing......" Ling Jiang's heart was pounding, and he was about to get up and leave this ghost place with his hands on the floor.

But before he could stand up, he inadvertently glanced up and saw a figure in white, hanging from the top of the temple, hanging from the top of the temple, his legs staggering and hammering down against his head.

Its long black hair obscured its face, but it seemed to be laughing through the cracks!

"Mom!"

Ling Jiang shouted, he was sure that he was definitely a ghost.

I couldn't help but turn around and run towards the door of the Dragon King Temple, he came to the door and pulled the door panel vigorously. It was as if the door had been locked, and it couldn't be opened no matter how hard it tried.

He was in a hurry, his eyes were almost bursting with tears, his whole body was trembling, and he didn't dare to come out.

"Whirring ......"

He clearly felt something blowing on the back of his head, and the cold air splattered on the flesh of the back of his neck, and the numbness was indescribable.

His eyes were closed, and he almost gave up resistance, but his palms still gripped the door panel.

Syllable!

Immediately after, a cold palm rested on his shoulder, and he faintly heard a thud, as if a fire had been extinguished on his body. The desire to survive ignited in his heart, and he stretched his legs wide and ran towards the left side of the temple.

"The Dragon King blesses, the Bodhisattva blesses, the Buddha blesses......" Ling Jiang muttered as he ran.

He quietly glanced back with his peripheral vision, and the white figure had been floating in the temple, and the shoes on his feet were the same shoes they wore when they buried the old man in the town!

Sure enough, people can force out a strong desire to survive when they are in the most critical situation. But the temple is always limited, and there are broken debris everywhere, and after a while he ran to a dead end, and if he wants to pass, he has to turn over a large incense burner on the ground, but how can he have this time?

"No matter, let's die!" Ling Jiang scolded.

Poke back with Huang Xiang in your hand!

Sure enough, the figure with the blue-green palm suddenly didn't dare to step forward, but it didn't leave, and the bloody face covered by the hair seemed to be smiling slightly.

"What the hell is this?" Ling Jiang glanced at the yellow incense in his hand, and it seemed that the ghost was afraid of it.

Although he had some confidence in his heart, he didn't dare to relax.

Once the yellow incense burns out, it may be his time of death.

"What should I do?" Ling Jiang roared in his heart, how much he wished that someone would suddenly push the door in.

Mo about a cup of tea, the white figure moved!

It no longer seemed to be afraid of the yellow incense in Ling Jiang's hand, and began to slowly move towards him.

"Presumptuous! you...... If you dare to come here, I'll ......" Ling Jiang's eyes turned red and shouted at it in a white tone.

But it didn't work at all!

The guy didn't think he could hear because he didn't have long eyes, and he still floated over.

Ling Jiang shuddered at his feet, and fell to the ground along the incense burner behind him, stained with incense ashes, which made Ling Jiang sneeze.

"That's right!!!" Ling Jiang thought of something, endured the pain, grabbed a handful of incense ashes, and threw it forward.

The white-clothed figure saw the incense ash sprinkled, and hurriedly dodged.

"Come on, aren't you dragging it very much?" Ling Jiang was overjoyed, picked up more incense ash in both hands and threw it towards it.

The white-clothed figure dodged again and again, getting farther and farther away from him.

"Smoke you. Ling Jiang looked at the white shadow in the distance and patted the incense ash on his hand.

Although the incense burner behind him was poured, the incense ash was the essence left by the townspeople's prayers, but it was spiritual! Even if that ghost thing was not afraid of yellow incense, he would never dare to approach this thing.

Watching the ghost things gradually move away, Ling Jiang was much more relieved, but he didn't dare to relax.

Who knows if that ghost thing will suddenly jump behind him like it did just now, and catch him off guard.

Ling Jiang looked at him for a while, confirming that it really didn't dare to step forward again, and he felt a lot more confidence in his heart.

But this place is not a place to stay for a long time after all, he glanced back at the incense burner, revealing a kind of reluctant child to trap the wolf.

He closed his mouth tightly, held his breath, and threw the incense ash from the incense burner on himself, and after a while, he smeared a heavy layer of incense ash all over his body, just in case, he also stuffed the incense ash in his pocket, and grabbed two handfuls of palms.

Only then did he muster up the courage and walk forward cautiously.

He stared at the ghost thing, but if it made any bad noise, he immediately ran back to the incense burner.

He walked forward for a moment, and the thing retreated.

Ling Jiang sank his mind, as if he had let go, trotted all the way to the temple gate, and pulled hard with both hands!

The dazzling sunlight shone in from outside, and Ling Jiang was so moved that he was about to cry.

He rushed out without saying a word, running forward without looking back, only one thought in his mind, how far he could run, how far he could.

He was on the verge of collapse, and when he looked back at the deserted sand, the sun was scorching, and he closed his eyes and lay down in the sand.

"What it feels like to be alive...... It's so good......" Ling Jiang, who had escaped death, made a muffled voice from his mouth.

He had never enjoyed the sun so much, and now he longed for the sun to shine on him for twelve hours.

Ling Jiang felt that he was almost recovered, and after confirming that there was no one around, he took off his clothes and went into the sea to take a bath, washing away all the incense ashes on his body.

Although the ash on the clothes was shaken off, it still left a strong smell.

At the moment, he didn't care about these things, put on his clothes and returned to the town, wanting to say that he would go home and take a bath after grabbing the medicine.

Who would have thought, he had just walked around the town for a while, and a newly built mourning hall came into view.

"Who is dead...... Ling Jiang looked at the spicy-eyed mourning hall, feeling uneasy.