Dark clouds like ink.

A gust of wind blew, and on the big banyan tree at the crossing, dead leaves fell down, spreading a dark yellow on the ground. On the canopy of the trees, a dusty crow fell at some point, wailing in the night wind.

Mass graves.

It was a boy who was only eleven or twelve years old. His ragged and dusty clothes were his only mark. With a faint glimmer of light, he could faintly see the mottled blood stains on his body. The dim moonlight stretched his shadow long. The ghost fire in the grave flickered and flickered, adding a bit of ghost aura to this dark cemetery.

"This is it!" the young man shouted in joy, and crawled over to a new grave. On top of the tomb, which is about three feet high, there are several plates of pastries. The most rare thing is that next to the pastry, there is actually a porcelain plate full of steamed buns. These steamed buns, blown by the mountain wind, are already cold and hard, and it is extremely difficult to eat. When the child saw it, his eyes sparkled with joy. Because he knew he wouldn't have to go hungry tonight.

Respectfully kowtowing a few times towards the new grave, the young man stretched out his dirty little hand and swept the pastries and snacks in front of the grave into the rag bag on his chest. Now that he had food, Suo didn't leave anymore, reached out and took out a dry and hard steamed bun from the bag, sat down against the tombstone, and ate it in a small bite. After eating one, eat another.

This dirty boy is the ordinary who failed the test and was thrown out of the mountain gate.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

To the east of the tomb, a deafening thunder suddenly sounded!

There is something in the wind!

Suddenly, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, flashing several times one after another, illuminating the entire mass grave.

With this momentary light, the young man was horrified to find that on the grave on the opposite side, there was a skinny white-haired old man!

What kind of old way is this?

A long horse's face was covered with scars. One eye, one ear missing, a wide nose, and wrinkles. With a weed-like messy hair and a patched robe, it is white to go out, but I am afraid that it is no different from an evil ghost. What's even more strange is that there is a hole the size of a bowl on the left chest of the old road. It is really rare to be so seriously injured and not die. It's also a shame that the ordinary are bold enough, if you change to a timid one, I'm afraid that you will be scared to death on the spot. When ordinary people saw the old way, they couldn't help but feel their hearts beat suddenly. Secretly wondered: "Could it be that I have met a ghost today?"

Lao Dao saw the ordinary, grinned, showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, and said: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Lao Dao is not a wicked person." Seeing that he didn't seem to have malicious intent, he was shocked.

After a long while, the old man suddenly asked, "Doll, do you have anything to eat?"

"Yes, yes!" Pingfan replied, taking out two steamed buns from the bag. After thinking about it, he retracted his left hand again, took a light bite on the steamed bun, and handed it over with both hands. The old man thanked him and reached out to take it. Suddenly, the old man was shocked and said angrily: "Why is this steamed bun bitten?"

When he heard this, he couldn't help but be slightly surprised, and said in his heart: "It's dark here, I can't see him at all, but he knows everything about me, is it really a ghost?" Thinking of this, he hurriedly said: "The old Taoist misunderstood." I'll take a bite first, even if there are any ghosts and demons in the grave, they will only look for me, and they have nothing to do with you. Pingfan was afraid that he wouldn't believe it, so he took out one from the bag and said, "If the old Taoist doesn't believe it, then exchange it with the steamed bun in my hand." I haven't bitten into this steamed bun, it's very clean. ”

When Lao Dao heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned, then nodded and said, "You doll, you have a good conscience." It's much better than my wolf-hearted apprentice. If I had ...... Alas!" Speaking of this, the old man let out a long sigh, which seemed to evoke countless sad pasts. Ordinary people listened to it in their ears, and they couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic to the same disease, and immediately dared to ask: "Old Daoist, didn't your apprentice treat you well?"

"My apprentice, my apprentice......" Hearing this, Lao Dao suddenly had a bit of resentment in his eyes, and said sharply: "If it weren't for my good apprentice, how could I have ended up in such a situation? Doll, you say, should such a person be killed?" Ordinary listened, nodded and said, "It should be killed." A thief like him should not only be killed, but also slashed with a thousand knives. The old man listened to it, and then his expression was a little dark, and after a while, he asked, "Doll, what's your name?"

The ordinary has not yet spoken, but in the dense forest outside the mass grave, a red cloud like blood suddenly flew up!

The red cloud was about the size of a house, and it seemed to be a skull. The red cloud flew in the air, slowly opening its mouth, as if it wanted to swallow everything in front of him. Everywhere the red clouds passed, a gust of wind swept up, and the trees beside the road couldn't stop making a "whoosh" sound. Suddenly, as if it had found its target, the red cloud gurgled and churned, and a tidal wave rushed towards the mass grave.

"Doll, let's go!" At this moment, Chuchenzi's expression changed suddenly, and he made a "hoo" sound, and took out a seal from his arms that was three inches long and two inches wide. Out of the dust recited the "edict" and sacrificed the seal. The seal flew into the air, flashing a dazzling golden light, becoming the size of a door panel, and covering the dust and the ordinary two. Izuchenzi closed his eyes tightly, pinched his right hand, and shouted: "Little doll, hold on!" In a hurry, I didn't have time to think about it, and with a stretch of my right hand, I had already climbed the shoulders of Izuchenzi, and then my body was light, and I flew up lightly with Chuchenzi!

The two of them were together, and the red cloud had already come to them. Then I heard a loud "boom", and the golden seal shook violently and fell.

At this moment, I heard a gloomy voice shouting, "Teacher, disciple is here!"

(ps: I discussed it with the editor today, I originally wanted to update two times a day, but he said that because my update speed was a little slow, he called me one update every day, and the contract called a big explosion.) Well, I'm grateful for it, I met such a good editor!Well, Junli will come on, the number of words is less, but, the quality update is absolutely guaranteed, well, that's all. ）