"It's been almost three months since Li Yan's salted fish was in the ground, so you might as well dig it out after a while..."

"Hey... It's not easy to dig, his position is too close to Wentian, there are many people coming and going, and if you are not careful, you will have an accident..."

"Hehe, it's going to be scrapped then, you can't explain it to your superiors..."

"I'm going to do it with those little salted fish. After all, there is no one guarding the mountain during the Chinese New Year, so it's better to dig up..."

“... Hehe, the corpses are all wasted, what's the use of digging them up..."

"Maybe there's still some that aren't broken..."

“......”

Thirteen shadows, standing or sitting, scattered casually inside and outside the entrance of the ancestral hall, chatting. They didn't seem to have any intention of leaving, as if they were waiting for something...

Whispering...

Inattentive...

It's just that

But some people who hid and eavesdropped were shocked to hear it...

In the ancestral hall, a certain hand does not see five fingers, and it is extremely narrow.

The two little men, shoulder to shoulder, shirt-to-shirt, almost curled up together. Two faint snorts, it seemed a little unstoppable and urgent...

It's scary!

At this time, although they could not see the situation outside, they could hear the voices outside clearly.

The words began to fall, like a series of thunderbolts striking the hearts of the two of them...

No one could have imagined that on such a cloudy night, a secret hidden in the deepest layers of Yueyang's rivers and lakes would reach the ears of two young men and women...

Although, the conversation outside is cloudy and obscure. However, with the wisdom of the two of them, from this short few words, an extremely large and terrifying outline of the conspiracy has already formed in the minds of the two...

It's just that these people outside, what is their ultimate goal?

Gently, Xia Xun stretched out his left hand. In the darkness, he slowly reached out to the right arm of the girl next to him.

Then, along his arm, he carefully stroked down until he reached the soft and smooth palm...

Shake...

When Xia Xun's big hand lightly held the soft little hand, Peony finally couldn't help it, and her body shook. The right hand shrank back, trying to break free.

However, Xia Xun didn't give her a chance. The big hand was three points hard, and firmly clamped her soft little hand...

The small hands are soft, the delicate skin is as smooth as silk, and the crispy meat is like water without bones, as if it can be broken by blowing. Let the gripper's heart be drunk, even if he uses force, he only dares to add three more points...

After trying a few times to no avail, the little hand lay down quietly on the spot. There are only a few undulating pulses left, still resisting, as if telling the story of the little hand owner's bewilderment...

Xia Xun's big hand grabbed the back of his small hand and turned it over his palm. At the same time, he stretched out his right hand, put his index finger on the palm of his little hand, and quickly drew some words...

"Don't panic..."

"Do you recognize that?"

The palm of Peony's hand was softer than the back of the hand, and Xia Xun's index finger was like caressing an egg that had been stripped of its shell. Therefore, he didn't dare to write too many words, just to make people understand. I'm afraid that if I write too much, it will hurt my little hands.

Peony waited for a while, and saw that Xia Xun didn't write anymore, so she grabbed Xia Xun's big hand with her backhand...

This action seemed to make her very determined, and the pulse between her wrists beat noticeably faster. She also stretched out an index finger and wrote some words on Xia Xun's palm like Xia Xun did first...

"The chief disciple of the One Pulse of Conscience, Mei Huan, is a great achievement. ”

As the two lingering palms gradually became familiar with each other's temperature, the pulsation of the small hand soon stirred the heartbeat of the owner of the big hand. The fingertips of the onion fingers are like flowing in, which makes Dexia Xun a little itchy and congested, and his body temperature is rising rapidly.

After the peony was finished, the big hand impatiently turned over and pressed the little hand again...

"Chunyang, Yang Jun, Yang Wei, injured for two months, soaring to the sky. ”

The word is drawn off with a stroke, and the small hand is more impatient than the big hand... Pull it out directly, slip under the big hand and hold it tightly, writing...

"I'm not done!"

After the four words were written, the onion finger poked the palm of his big hand fiercely, and Xia Xun shrank in pain...

I guess I found that I was overexerting myself, and my little hand gently rubbed the palm of my big hand again. before continuing to write...

"It smells of medicine, miles away, and it's coming. It is estimated that it is the owner of incense, be careful. ”

......

For the smell of peony, Xia Xun was already numb. Now where they hid, except for the two small breathable holes on their heads, was impermeable wood, and the peony's nose could smell the smell of medicine for miles away. In contrast, Xia Xun's divine sense is simply a child's trick, child's play.

This time, after the onion finger was written, he stopped for a while, and then the big hand turned over and dropped his finger...

"How many?"

The little hand pulls out...

"One"

“......”

The small hand turns over the big hand, and the big hand presses the small hand, turning over and over, lingering. The original coldness of the hands was blended with a trace of fine sweat, but he still couldn't stop putting down the temperature in his palms. I don't know if the two of them forgot the severity of their surroundings, or the tenderness generated by the clenching of their hands overcame the fear brought by the outside...

In short, they just flipped and wrote.

I can't see it, I'm nervous...

I don't know how long the two little hands have been entangled.

I only knew that the people who were miles away had already walked into the deep alley, and they hadn't stopped yet......

"Da~Dada~"

The moon was about to set, and the dark night sky was turning a deep blue.

In the deep alley, a burly figure was walking slowly. Between the start and the drop, it almost became the same beat, calm, heavy, neither slow nor slow. The yin wind that blew in couldn't blow his clothes, so he avoided it far away...

Like fear.

The man who came was at least eight and a half feet tall and had thick arms and broad arms. A black-clothed outfit tightened the muscles of his whole body, almost bursting. Broad palms, covered with calluses, lightly clenched into fists. A red and weird "King Kong mask" is put on his head, and he can't see his long hair and age.

With steady steps, I slowly walked to the middle of the alley, in front of the wooden door with the brand new door god...

And it stopped.

"Aggressive~"

"Aggressive~"

A rough old hand, knocking on the wooden door.

For a while...

"Eh~"

The door opened,

The doll inside poked its little head out in a trembling manner and looked at the knocker with a wince.

"Dog, is your mother's illness better?"

The voice is strong and quite friendly. Although the speaker was wearing a mask, it is not difficult to imagine that he said this with a smile.

"Mother... My mother's illness is healing... It's so much better! Don't take her away!"

The dog baby seemed to be very afraid of this person, and the immature child's voice trembled very much.

The old hand stroked the dog's dirty cheek and gently pinched his face...

"That's good..."

As he spoke, the visitor withdrew his old hand, walked slowly again, and walked towards the ancestral hall in the far side of the alley.

......

"Smack!"

The wooden door that had just been opened was vigorously slammed shut again. The crooked red paper on the door beam was shaken and floated up...

The yin wind here seemed to be trembling for a while, and gradually weakened a little.

As the comers approached, the thirteen black-clothed people sitting inside and outside the entrance of the ancestral hall straightened up one after another, greeted the entrance of the ancestral hall, and stood respectfully on both sides.

The wind is blocked by them.

The footsteps of those who came did not change because of the movements of these people. Still not in a hurry, calmly walk one step at a time, and then take the next step. However, such a steady pace makes people feel a sense of urgency and oppression. It's like, a boulder hangs over my heart, and it will fall at any time...

"Yes, Lord Incense!"

When the visitors walked nearly two feet away, the thirteen black-clothed men bowed in unison, very respectful.

"Well~"

The comer, who was honored by the man in black as the Lord of the Incense, did not stop and went straight in.

With a deep sigh, he raised his old hand and reached into the tight corset, slowly pulling out some thumb-sized pills.

The pill is bright red, transparent and moist, and the bright red liquid inside is swirling in a whirlpool. It's like a big transparent bead of blood.

The Lord of the Incense was speechless, and silently distributed the pills to the thirteen people one by one, one for each person, no more, no less...

“......”

When the last pill was distributed to the man in black who held the silver sword, a wisp of resentment swept over his eyes, and it disappeared in a flash. Others, they can't find out that he has the slightest abnormality...

but

The master of the incense who distributed the pills had obviously discovered it, or guessed it. Because he hadn't looked at the man in black from beginning to end.

Even so, at this moment, the Lord of Incense did not stop in a blink of an eye, but looked at the corpses in the ancestral hall deeply:

"Not convinced?"

There was a bit of cold questioning in his deep voice, like a sharp sword stabbing at the silver-sword-black-clothed man beside him.

Trembling...

The man in black suddenly shuddered, and hurriedly bowed and clenched his fists: "The little one doesn't dare." ”

"Do you really dare?"

The Lord of the Incense Tree spoke slowly, walked not fast, and at the same time, every word was heard clearly, like a heavy hammer, which made people suffocate.

"I don't dare," the man in black replied, hunched over.

Lord of incense, walk into the ancestral hall and stop. The voice dragged out and said, "Your life is given by adults. If you don't want it one day, just let us know. ”

......

Trembling and squirming, no one answered.

A phrase that echoed through the hall.

Reverberate, reverberate...

When the echo died down, the Lord of Incense said lightly again: "Let's dry the corpse..."

"Yes!"

"Da-da..."

At the sound of an order, the thirteen people outside the door did not hesitate, and at the same time received the order, and then hurriedly walked into the ancestral hall.

Extremely tacit understanding,

After entering the entrance, they didn't say a word, and quickly dispersed to the side of the red flag formations everywhere. One flag and one person, standing in the twelve ground branches. Only the black-clothed leader with the silver sword is a little special. He walked alone to the inner boundary, the most central place.

When everyone stood in their positions, the one in the center shouted, "Rise up!"

"Brush, brush, brush..."

The formation was ordered, and the twelve people around the station raised their hands at the same time, and slashed in the air. Twelve rays of various colors gradually bloomed between the hands of each person, wandering in front of them, becoming more and more prosperous...

The twelve earthly red flags under their feet then glowed red and began to tremble. Yin wind corpse water, suddenly automatic, from all directions, blowing into or flowing into the array...

"Gather Qi!" "The one in the center is the leader, and then drink another order...

"Wait!"

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