Not only did the corpse not decompose, but it did not even stench, but exuded a faint fragrance. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Su Zhuo was secretly frightened, trying not to look at the eyes of the dead corpse. The man was about forty years old, burly in his body, and his clothes were tattered, revealing a body of dark knotted muscles.

The light of the fire shone brightly, and suddenly the light on the corpse's hand flashed. Su Zhuo hooked the corpse's left hand with a hoe, and found that there was a delicate gold ring in the palm of his left hand, which was still shining despite being buried in the soil for several months. Su Zhuo understood a little, thinking that this person held the ring tightly in the palm of his hand before he died, so that the people who buried the body did not find out. After a few months, the body was no longer stiff, and the palm of the hand was spread out, revealing the ring.

He stared at the ring, and the more he looked at it, the more strange it became, only to see that this ring was unusual, not engraved with some auspicious patterns, but with a blood-dripping skull decoration. Su Zhuo picked up the ring, wrapped it in cloth, and put it in his sleeve, and then looked at the corpse again.

Suddenly, a sight surprised Su Zhuo again. It turned out that the corpse was scarred, not a sword wound, but like a contusion, and a large piece of flesh was wiped off in many places. Many of the wounds were still bloody, and the left arm of the corpse was moved, and the wounds on the arm actually bubbled up with a pool of blood, seeping into the dirt, dark red and terrifying. Su Zhuo said strangely: "What's going on? These scars, what kind of blade caused them?"

At this moment, there was a sudden fluttering human voice in the wind. A hoarse voice said: "The wounds on his body are beaten by the mourning stick!"

Su Zhuo was startled, hurriedly jumped out of the pit, and went to see Duan Lihua at first sight. I saw that she was still standing in the distance, her face full of panic. When I turned around again, I saw three people standing in a row on the edge of the woods. The three were generally tall and short, and they were all dressed in the same way, with wide robes and hats covering their faces. Each of them held a wooden stick in his hand and stood beside him, a head taller than a human being.

The three men appeared strangely, and stood there without a sound of footsteps. Su Zhuo was secretly surprised, and was on guard. I only heard one person: "Friend, who are you? Do you know, this is not the place for you to come?" This person spoke in a Sichuan voice, but his voice was cold, almost not like a human being. However, when this person spoke, all three of them made the same movements, making it impossible to tell who was speaking.

Su Zhuo smiled and said, "Friend, who are you? Come out so late and pretend to be a ghost, aren't you afraid of frightening people?"

The three of them said at the same time: "We are not pretending to be ghosts! We are ghosts ......." As soon as the words fell, a cold wind blew in the flat ground, which made people feel terrified. The wind blew the bells on the top of the wooden sticks of the three people, jingling, and a string of things in the shape of paper money fluttered in the wind.

Su Zhuo sneered: "So this is the mourning stick! So, this person lying here was killed by you?"

The three of them said, "His longevity is over, and the king of Hades ordered us to hook him." You say, 'How can he not die?'

Su Zhuo smiled: "The king of Hades taught people to die in the third watch, and he didn't dare to keep people until the fifth watch." He's going to die!"

The three of them said again: "He is already a dead man, you are still here, do you want to die with him?"

Su Zhuo smiled: "Naturally, I don't want to die." However, I have a question. ”

"What doubts?" said the three of them coldly.

Su Zhuo said: "This person has been dead for three months and has been buried here. You want to hook the soul, why did you come now?"

The three of them did not answer, and seemed to be a little speechless. Su Zhuo laughed and said, "It seems that you don't know how to answer this question either." Let me answer for you! The three of you hunt him down all the way. He fled here and died, only to be buried by a group of well-wishers. When you chase you here, you find no one, so you look elsewhere. After looking for a while, I still can't find it. You think, "How could this man have fled so far since he had been poisoned and had not lived for more than three days?" But you would never guess that this man's grave is right under your nose. It wasn't until tonight that I dug up the grave and alarmed you, and you found it!"

After being silent for a long time, Su Zhuo didn't speak, and the three of them didn't speak either. Su Zhuo suddenly sneered: "What's the matter?

The three of them said coldly: "Friend, you have said too much!" As soon as the words fell, the person on the left suddenly stepped forward. I didn't see him running under his feet, as if his body was moving with the wind, and he came to Su Zhuo. He held up the mourning stick in his hand and pointed at Su Zhuo.

Although this time was unexpected, Su Zhuo had already been alert, and as soon as he reached out to take it, he suddenly felt a tingling pain in his palm. Su Zhuo was taken aback, hurriedly retreated, raised his palm to take a look, and saw that several cuts had been made on his palm, and blood was coming. It turned out that the front end of the mourning stick was full of barbs, if it weren't for Su Humil's quick time, this palm would probably be wasted.

The man made a successful surprise attack and smiled coldly. By the moonlight, Su Zhuo suddenly saw the face of the person under the hat, which was actually a pitch-black face, and he was suddenly startled. didn't have time to think about it, and another person jumped up behind the black-faced man, volleyed a stick, and pointed at Su Zhuo. It turned out to be a black-faced companion who shot!

Su Zhuo suffered a loss, and he couldn't crack the mourning stick for a while, so he had to retreat and dodge. The man stood on the shoulder of the black-faced man, and Su Zhuo was shocked to see that he was actually a miserable white face like a hanged ghost. The white-faced man and the black-faced man stacked Arhats, and the two mourning sticks hit one on and one down, forcing Su Zhuo to retreat again and again.

There was one more, who stood still and did not join the siege. Duan Lihua also stood twenty steps away, as if she was stupid with fright, covering her mouth, watching the fierce battle nervously, and from time to time she was frightened by the danger that Su Zhuo encountered. She was afraid that her rash voice would affect Su Zhuo, so she could only clench her fists.

Su Zhuo has already avoided more than a dozen tricks. The two of them attacked and defended well, cooperated seamlessly, and there were almost no flaws. It is also a strange blade, extremely powerful, and Su Zhuo does not dare to attack it. He took two more steps back, and suddenly his back tightened, and he was already leaning against the trunk of a large tree. Seeing the two mourning sticks coming, Su Zhuo had no way to retreat. Duan Lihua couldn't help but cover her mouth and exclaimed.

Su Zhuo's body suddenly rose three feet high, and the black-faced man's mourning stick was nailed straight to the trunk of the tree. Su Zhuo's upper body flashed the white-faced man's stick, and his feet landed firmly on the black-faced man's club. The cotton shoes on his feet are thick, just not afraid of the barbs on the mourning stick.

The black-faced man struggled to pull back, but who knew that Su Zhuo's body seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. No matter how hard he tried, the mourning stick was on the soles of Su Zhuo's feet, and he didn't move at all. Seeing this, the white-faced man on his shoulder hurriedly stretched out his stick and hit Su Zhuo's legs. Su Zhuo jumped up high, turned over in the air, grabbed the white-faced man's hat, and ripped it off.

The black-faced man finally pulled back the mourning stick, but Su Zhuo had already jumped behind the two. The two men stacked on top of each other, struggling to turn around. Su Zhuo shook the hat in his hand hard. The hat swirled and shot at the two of them.

The two had just turned around, and the hat had already hit the white-faced man's calf. This time it was like smashing a boulder, and the white-faced man couldn't stand steadily, and fell to the ground with a "bang". When he saw the smashed hat on the ground, he found that the hat covering his face was gone, and he didn't care about the broken leg bones, and held his head and howled.

Su Hum saw him crying and crying, covering his head and face with his hands, as if he didn't want people to see his face. However, his hands couldn't cover it after all, and he saw a large bald area on his head, only a few locks of gray hair were scattered, and his head was full of pus, with a miserable white face, which was really like a ghost. (To be continued.) )