Faraway Wanderers

Zhou Zishu stared at the palm print for a moment, then suddenly turned the body over and took off his coat-I saw that there was a palm print in the same position on the back of the body.

Wen Kexing sighed and asked, "Did he get burned or cracked?"

Zhou Zishu said lightly: "No one has made such a great effort to hit a dead person. He was penetrated by a single palm. In this way, I only know one person in the past fifty years ..."

Wen Kexing replied: "The Rakshasa palm of Sun Ding, the joyless beast."

Zhou Zishu glanced at him, said nothing, bent, and groped carefully on Mu Yunge's body. He actually found several silver tickets and a pile of loose silver from Mu Yunge: "Oh, most of the night Zhao Jiazhuang secretly scooped out, and brought entanglement ... "Zhou Zishu touched his arms-also brought.

"Brother Wen, this night's owl is not out of trouble, and people who don't usually bring so much silver and two."

"It doesn't seem that the color-changing people bring their clothes to change." Wen Kexing used his feet to draw a small package from the bushes on one side, also a black cloth bag, which contained some luggage for changing clothes and other things.

The soil in the forest is moist and soft, with chaotic footprints, but there are no traces of fighting. Mu Yunge has no scars except the fatal palm, and his famous broken sword is on his body. This sharp weapon didn't even have time to unsheath.

Mu Yunge is not weak, and he will never be as weak as a weaned baby. Zhou Zishu was silent for a moment, thinking, that is the magnificent Broken Sword Mountain Villa owner, and Guigu Happy and Ghost Moon. On the willow head, after about dusk?

A **** story that was thought to be affectionate, who knew that someone was angered, and finally turned around.

It seems that there have been three people here. Mu Yunge's footprints stop here. The other two people seem to be different. They are going in different directions. One of them seems to be following Mu Yunge. Like Zhou Zishu, he squatted in front of the body and looked at it.

Zhou Zishu crouched on the ground and asked the old man who had found the root. He felt like a kitten scratching in his heart. He wanted to follow the footprints and look at it, but rationally told him that this must be a troublesome thing. He is no longer The omnipotent omnipotent sunroof leader, no need to find yourself awkward.

When Wen Kexing saw him squatting on the ground very indecently, he had a lot of thoughts about his posture that he couldn't afford to squat. After observing him for a while, he couldn't help but say, "Aren't you chasing?"

Zhou Zishu glanced at him and continued the battle between heaven and man.

Wen Kexing thought about it, and suddenly strode out of the second person's footprints and said, "Then I chase."

Zhou Zishu followed him subconsciously, and said strangely, "Are you going to worry?"

Wen Kexing said positively: "Someone killed the owner of Broken Sword Villa. I am a good person who likes to do good deeds, so I decided to try it out. Anyway, I was idle."

Zhou Zishu felt that his last sentence was very reasonable. He nodded, thought for a while, and asked, "Why don't you chase the footprints of the first person? That person's footprints are very light, and his skill is probably in these three people. At the deepest level, if the person who followed Mu Yunge secretly came from Zhaojiazhuang, the one in front must be Sun Ding, the mournful ghost. "

Wen Kexing blushed and said, "You're going after chasing after the funeral. I won't go. Although I'm a nosy person, I'm afraid of death."

Zhou Zi Shumo was stunned by his frankness, and followed Wen Kexing all the way down, during which he naturally noticed the foot of Wen Kexing-he had no footprints.

A man who walks on the snow without a trace says that he is afraid of ecstasy and death.

Zhou Zishu, who had been in charge of the gossip, immediately decided to succumb to his desires in his heart, and decided to follow it up-anyway, he was going to die, and the person who was about to die was afraid of what he wanted.

The two of them were daring to shuttle through the forest, and then on the side of a river, they found the person they were following-Huashan Yu Tianjie.

He was hung from a tree by a spider-like silver thread, his head fell halfway, and a little bit connected to his neck, fluttering in the breeze and crumbling.

A drop of blood fell, Wen Kexing took a step back to prevent the dead blood from splashing on himself, and then he slightly raised his hand, which was pushed by Tian Jie, and Yu Tian Jie's neck and head were completely separated. ——The head was still sticking to that line, and the body dropped suddenly. Wen Kexing touched him, and poked, "It's still warm, just dead."

"Spider silk." Zhou Zi looked up at Yu Tianjie face to face, paused, "hanging the spider silk of the ghost."

This Taihu Lake is destined to be lively.

Suddenly Zhou Zishu's ears moved, and she said, "Who ?!"

Then a dark shadow slammed behind the tree, flying out like a big bat, and a few ups and downs disappeared. Zhou Zishu even kept up with him without thinking.

Wen Kexing paused in the place, and said in his mouth, "I'm afraid of death, I'm afraid of death ... um ... I'm afraid of death, so I can't stay alone in this place." So he followed.

Zhou Zishu clasped a pine cone in his hand, flicked his fingers, and took the back of the man in black. However, he was not strong enough in the middle of the night, and chased after such a large amount of time. It seemed that he was not strong enough. Although he hit, The man just fluttered forward, instead of falling down as he expected, without turning his head, he ran wildly.

Zhou Zishu was a little puzzled. Does this really hang the ghost Xue Fang? Naturally, he would not feel that he was not Xue Fang's opponent, but if he was really one of the top ten evil spirits in Qingzhuling, would he have run away like this without a name?

Zhou Zishu thought strangely: "I'm not looking at the mirror ..."

Several ups and downs came out of the woods. Behind the forest was a large cemetery. The ghostly fire was scattered around. The hanged ghost seemed to have finally reached his own place. His body was more ghostly. I wonder if it was Zhou Zishu's illusion. He heard In this graveyard in the middle of the night, it seemed that someone was "giggling" and laughing, and the laughter was still far away, which really made people feel upright.

Then, the figure of the hanged ghost flickered in the ghost fire, and disappeared out of thin air.

Zhou Zishu suddenly stopped.

Wen Kexing also stopped next to him. The ghostly blue light reflected on his handsome face, and it turned out that his slightly unruly face became weird. There was a whistling of some animal in the distance, a mouse. Suddenly emerged from the ground, not afraid of people, staring straight at them, wondering if they had eaten the dead, those little eyes turned red.

The hanged ghost disappeared under a large locust tree, and an owl stood on the branch, looking at the two uninvited guests with their heads tilted.

Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing inspected the tree for several laps, but did not see any clues. Zhou Zishu frowned: "See a ghost ..."

Then he heard a weird laughter, and looked up creepily at Wen Kexing, who pointed to the owl on the tree, and that laughter came from the mouth of the ghost bird.

The owl and Zhou Zishu stared at each other for a moment, suddenly spread their wings and flew away.

Wen Kexing said: "I heard that when I was young, I was not afraid of owls crying, I was afraid that owls would laugh. When I heard that this thing laughed, someone was going to die. Are you afraid?"

Zhou Zishu began to study the tombstone under the big locust tree. He didn't write a word on it, and Wen Yan said casually, "Two people are dead."

Wen Kexing probably felt very atmosphere, so he ignored him, and continued with interest: "I heard that there is a village. One year, a villager was holding a bowl of red water in his hands and was overturned by an owl. As a result, Twenty people were killed in a village that year. "

Zhou Zishu looked up at him.

Wen Kexing deliberately lowered his voice, "This is the real thing."

Zhou Zishu asked puzzledly, "Why a villager should carry a bowl of red water in his hands?"

Wen Kexing froze, turned his head to dry cough.

Zhou Zishu smiled slightly, suddenly reached out and held the tombstone under the locust tree, and exerted a little force. The tombstone was actually active, and then he pushed the tombstone aside vigorously, only to hear a "squeak", the ground actually A hole was opened out of thin air, and the black hole in it did not know how deep it was.

Wen Kexing gathered around to look around, and turned around the hole several times, saying singularly: "I heard that the place where the yin and yang are connected is the place where the yin is gathered. There must be a half-dead old Huai-- The locust tree is an overcast thing, a ghost tree. Have you heard of it? "

Zhou Zishu arms around his chest, watching him expressionlessly as he continues to tell ghost stories.

Wen Kexing said eloquently: "There is an unknown grave beneath Lao Huai. Below is the legendary Huangquan Road. Every July and a half of the night, a ghost from the underworld crawls out from here and returns to Yang. Huangquan Road It was extremely cold. When we reached the end, we reached the Ghost Gate, and after passing the Ghost Gate, we were no longer alive, and we went all the way to the Naihe Bridge ... Hey! "

Zhou Zishu has jumped down.

Wen Kexing watched with a stunned expression as he disappeared into the spooky hole, and then jumped down. When I landed firmly, I felt very soft. When I looked up, Zhou Zi looked at him with a smile, and asked, "Why, Brother Wen is also interested to see what Huang Quanlu looks like?"

Wen Kexing nodded earnestly: "In this way, when I tell others next time, I can solemnly fill in the words 'is true'."

Zhou Zishu shook his head and smiled. Suddenly, Wen Kexing "shushed", frowned, listened for a moment, and whispered, "Have you heard that? What sound?"

Zhou Zishu carefully distinguished for a while, hesitantly said: "... the sound of water?"

Wen Kexing's eyes brightened for a moment, and he rushed out in front of him, not forgetting to lower his voice and said, "It's true!"

There was a very narrow path in front of them, which was very aggressive. The two men could not walk side by side, they had to bow and shoulders, and they could barely pass. Then he frowned, and said that the Huangquan Road, which he took alone, was not orthodox, and was dug for women and children?

I do n’t know how long it ’s been until this long narrow road has been drilled. Both of them have fallen a lot of dust, and the front is suddenly open—a huge crypt is actually connected, and a small river flows from the front. And in the end, where to go.

There seems to be wind in the crypt, but I don't know where it came from, but it is getting colder and colder in all directions.

Wen Kexing also shut up this time, no longer mentioning his "fantastic cold on Huangquan Road" and other nonsense.