A villager with a sack on his back and panting for breath walked on a rugged mountain road, the mountains and forests were withered and barren, and there was only one path that had been stepped on in recent days. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The rugged trail is not accessible to cars, and it has just rained recently, so it is muddy and slippery, so you can only walk.

Nanchao walked behind, picked up a water bag and drank a few sips, shouting and urging the villagers in front.

"Dude, can you hurry up, I'm in a hurry. ”

"Yes, yes, owner. The villager smiled and stepped up with the sack on his back.

"Owner, what are you going to do with a bag of soybeans to Qizhen?"

"Don't ask too much, you will die early if you ask too much, but don't blame us for not telling you. Nanchao glanced at the villager.

The note that Qian Ze secretly stuffed to the Southern Dynasty wrote many things in great detail, including Qian Ze's own trapped in Rong Chengjia, Mo Xuan's life experience, and some information about Qi Zhen.

Chisawa actually chose to bet all his hopes on the Southern Dynasty, which was only a few faces, and once something went wrong in the Southern Dynasty, Qianze would be exhausted.

I don't know how long Chisawa thought about it before making this decision.

"Oops, I'm tired of dad. Nan Chao snorted, stretched out his hand to wipe his sweat, and said to himself, "This has to be added, at least ten more jadeite..."

"Hey, is there a big owner above the owner?" the village man sighed a few words innocently, "No wonder, I can come to this place in Qizhen." ”

"What's the matter, can't you come to this place casually?" Nan Chao wondered, "Aren't the people from Rong Cheng's family frequent visitors here?" ”

"Don't you know, the owner, just two days ago, those people guarding Qi Town brought out a lot of dead people and buried them in the grave outside our small village, saying that the dampness was accumulated in the cave because of the rain, and the rocks fell and killed people. ”

"Hmm..."Nan Chao touched his chin and said, "The Rong Cheng family has recently withdrawn some people back, is this going to stop?"

"Boss, I tell you that you don't tell anyone else," the villager mysteriously approached the Southern Dynasty and said in a low voice, "Those dead people have no soil on them, they can't be stoned to death, the clothes on their bodies are almost soaked, and I also picked up a gem from the burial post, but the thing is not clean, I dare not sell it, do you see if you can look at it and collect some money?"

"Jewel?" Nanchao's eyes lit up, "Show me." ”

The villager rummaged through the firewood basket on his back, found a round red stone, and brought it to Nanchao.

When Nan Chao saw this stone, his eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost, and he couldn't help but sigh in his mouth.

"Isn't it... Blood Jade?" Nan Chao's heart had already begun to boil, and his heartbeat was pounding, and he almost lost his breath.

This thing is not only valuable, if you use the money to calculate the value of this blood jade, it can buy Yue Ling.

"You're so bold. Nan Chao swallowed his saliva, and did not rush to grab the blood jade, but pretended to be panicked and hid a few steps away, "You quickly stay away from me, take it away." ”

"What's the matter, Dongjia, what is this unclean thing?" Seeing Nanchao's reaction, the villager was also a little panicked, and hurriedly asked, "Dongjia, tell me what this is." ”

"Let me tell you, this thing is called blood jade, it is used by the dead to seal the throat of the burial, half-dead when you are about to swallow a piece of jade, after a few hundred years, the jade will be soaked in blood, when the person dies, the heavier the resentment, the deeper the blood of the jade, this in your hand is red and black, it must be a ghost jade that has accumulated grievances for a hundred years, and the ghost jade is not gone, you have taken it for so long, you must have been haunted by evil ghosts. ”

"Mom!" the villager was even more creepy, feeling that the piece of jade in his hand was hot to death.

"The owner will help me!" the villager knelt down with a wail, hugging Nanchao's leg and not letting go.

"Alas, fortunately, the master passed on some Taoist skills to me, you give me this blood jade, and I will do it for you tomorrow to eliminate the disaster. Nanchao shook his head in embarrassment.

"Thank you, Dongjia!" the villager stuffed the blood jade in his hand to Nanchao, with a relieved joy.

Nan Chao took the blood jade, looked at the color in front of him a few times, and put it into his clothes with satisfaction.

The two walked along the mountain road for two hours, and the villager stopped walking forward, and said in a trembling voice, "Dongjia, you will reach Qizhen after a few more steps, let's say okay, you can go in by yourself, I won't enter." ”

Nanchao looked into the distance, and the outline of a small town was already faintly visible, so he took out two small pieces of broken silver from the placket of his coat and handed them to the villager.

The villager made a bitter face, "Boss, don't talk and don't talk, this is too little..."

"Doesn't Lao Tzu still have to help you eliminate the disaster," Nan Chao glanced at the villager, "Your life is not worth those few pieces of silver?"

"Don't, don't, the owner, you go slowly, and you have to worry about the disaster. ”

"Well, that's pretty much it. Nan Chao took the soybeans on the villager's back, carried them on his shoulders, and walked towards Qizhen.

Qizhen has been deserted since decades ago and is no longer inhabited, because it is located near the mouth of a tributary of the Yucang River, there are large swamps and forests, and what Rong Chengjia is concentrating on exploring is a mountain crack in the depths of the swamp.

The more you go inside, the more muddy it becomes, surrounded by dead trees entwined with vines, and dense foxtail cattails growing in the shallow water.

Nanchao looked at the sky, the sun was thin, and a few wisps of cooking smoke rose from the depths of the swamp, except for the people of Rong Chengjia stationed here, there could be no one else.

Rong Chengjia has recently withdrawn its manpower, and there are no guards outside the swamp to patrol.

"Can this thing be useful?" muttered Nanchao, scattering the soybeans in the sack on the shallows of the swamp, then put away the sack and ran towards the abandoned town.

Qizhen is even more dilapidated than imagined, not only because it has been uninhabited for a long time and is barren and messy, but also because of the humid climate, and the cracks and walls of the houses are covered with moss.

Nan Chao chose a house with windows facing the swamp, lifted the scattered stones on the ground, smashed the rotten and brittle wooden windows, stretched out his hand and pulled the windowsill, threw his whole body upward, climbed on the windowsill with both feet, and flexibly drilled into the house.

The snitch really didn't blow it.

A damp and old smell of decay penetrated into his nostrils, and Nanchao retched for a while, at this time, it was completely dark, and there was no light in the room, Nanchao did not explore this room deeply because of nausea, but just climbed on the windowsill and looked around by the moonlight.

The windows and window sills are made of ordinary miscellaneous wood, which is not a big family, and there must be no good goods.

Nanchao pursed his lips and hunched himself on the windowsill, through which he could see the swamp where soybeans had just been sprinkled.

"I don't believe it, what kind of divine beasts can you attract if you put some soybeans, if it weren't for the face of the blood jade, I wouldn't have the patience to wait. ”

At first, Nanchao was still a little enthusiastic, but the time dragged on later and later, and Nanchao began to doze off sleepily.

Suddenly, a cry with an empty echo came from far and near, and Nanchao suddenly woke up from his dream.

"Hey, it's really here!"