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The place Shi Panxia took them to was a village by the Wuming River.

The scale of the village is small, with a total of more than a dozen families inside and out. This is the place where Shi Panxia grew up. Although it is usually a little depressed, it is still popular, unlike the gloomy ghostly buildings now.

It seems that no strangers have walked around for a long time. The village still retains its original appearance. The doors of some thatched cottages are still open, and you can see the stove when you look in. The disaster that wiped out the village was caught off guard. The side dishes - were spoiled and had a very pungent smell.

Shi Panxia didn't seem surprised at all, and still led them forward, and didn't stop until they reached the gate of the ancestral hall.

Although Yu Heng has the ability to exorcise evil spirits, he is timid. He is stubborn and always keeps silent. Su Chan and Yao Guang have been with him for a long time, and then they slowly figured out a way. At this time, Su Chan will He hugged him in his arms, Yao Guang lay on Xie Changlin's head, the two dolls held hands and refused to separate.

"Here we are." Shi Panxia said, she reached out and pushed open the door of the ancestral hall. It was the scars caused by burning and great force, Shi Panxia glanced at these scars with indifferent eyes against that expressionless face.

"Lingxi's first murder was here," Shi Panxia said again, "I tried to stop him but was seriously injured. What might the viewer see here?"

There was no ups and downs in his tone, as if it was an innocuous matter.

The ancestral hall is cold and damp, full of the smell of iron, the blood spilled on the ground has not been cleaned, and it gradually turns dark brown, there are mildew spots on the old wooden beams, but there are no corpses——Su Chan walked all the way, Not only did he not see the corpse, but he did not even see the soul.

A place like this where people died on a large scale must have some clues, and it is also prone to ghosts, but this empty village and town seems to have been swept away, and there is not even a single piece of debris left.

Either the villagers are magnanimous, they don't care about life and death, and they were saved by a passing monk or Taoist with a few words. The monk or Taoist worked hard to dig dozens of holes and drag people to the far wild Burial; or the instigator took advantage of some inhuman means, killed people and found a way to dispose of the corpse and soul——according to Su Chan’s experience, this is not a good thing.

"Miss Shi, can you tell me the cause and effect... As I know Mr. Wu, he will definitely not do such an outrageous thing for no reason." Su Chan asked, his hand approaching the damaged mark on the door frame.

Obviously, it has been a while, and the ancestral hall is full of stale rancid smell, which cannot be caused in a month or two. Traces of the living.

"This Zhuangzi was originally Yizhuang." Shi Panxia explained Su Chan's doubts in one sentence, and she continued, "The left and right sides of the Wuming River are unattended areas. A long time ago, there was a righteousness here. It was used as a village to store some soldiers who died in the war, and then it gradually fell into disrepair, and with new residents, it was converted from Yizhuang into a small village."

This is her hometown, and no one knows the origin of it better than her. Shi Panxia said again, "But most of the residents here are anonymous people. There are disheartened knights and monks who can't ascend."

Having said that, Su Chan suddenly climbed up to the mourning hall disrespectfully.The mourning hall is made of wood, and there are quite a few tablets upside down. Su Chan's expression is solemn, and regardless of whether the ranking is written "Heaven, Earth, Man" or "Your Master", they all fell to the ground, and he lifted his hands vigorously. The top cover turned over, revealing the dark and silent passage inside.

After the dry well last time, Su Chan did not leave any shadow behind, but Xie Changlin was too nervous, always unwilling to let him venture into some unpredictable place, so he immediately volunteered to use it, and acted as the vanguard without saying a word.

"..." Su Chan looked at Xie Changlin's back, and accepted the kindness without hesitation.

No matter what the mountains of swords and seas of fire are, with the demon lord leading the way, they can calm you down. This sense of security is second to none.

Shi Panxia still wasn't too surprised by the mechanism that suddenly turned up, she seemed to know about it early in the morning, with a miserable face, she also followed.

There are eleven sets of coffins under the ancestral hall, neatly arranged, with a strong smell of death, but the rare smell is not unpleasant, not like some underground corpse hiding place with rotting skin.

Su Chan slightly opened the lid of the nearest coffin, and inside lay the body of a young man with gray complexion, eyes closed, and obvious purple blood veins on his face. He had been dead for a long time, but his appearance had not changed much. , as if there was a slight movement, and he would be able to rise up by deceiving the corpse.

Yu Heng trembled in fright, twisted his head and hugged Su Chan's neck tightly.Su Chan patted him on the back reassuringly, but he still couldn't figure out why a dedicated shikigami should be afraid of a dead body—the two are actually the same, and they can be trusted.

Shi Panxia carried a fire bag with him, and in the slightly drafty underground, the dim light illuminated the corners of the room, so Su Chan asked, "Are these the corpses that were originally parked in Yizhuang?"

"Yes... To tell you the truth, we used to use these corpses as labor force for irrigation, fertilization and sowing. As long as the corpses are controlled properly, they will not rot for a hundred years, and their physical strength is endless. There are few people in the village but there are many lands. The best way."

I saw Shi Panxia took out a light yellow talisman paper from his sleeve and pasted it on the dead body's chest, and the dead body sat up straight, very obedient, and didn't require too much blood. This method is used in many remote villages. I'm using it, so it's not surprising.

"These people have been dead for decades, and it's not surprising that their souls are reincarnated, but I think the blood in the ancestral hall is less than three months old. If no one in the village is spared except Miss Shi, what about the fresh corpses? What about the souls?" Su Chan's brows suddenly frowned, thinking of the eldest son of Taifu Xu's family inappropriately.

If someone has mastered the method of walking dead, and has the ability to seal the soul in the dead body, so that it cannot be reincarnated from the body, and then drives such an army to wreak havoc around, the consequences are unimaginable.

The flame in Shi Panxia's hand danced intermittently, shining on her pale face. In the originally dead and silent catacomb, almost only the breathing of a few people could be heard. Su Chan didn't even need to ask, he knew he was right. up.

"But why did Mr. Wu do this? He raises corpses here, is he targeting Da Chu or Badu? It can't just be a bad brain, or a sudden interest, right?" Su Chan was a little confused for a while.

To be honest, such a walking corpse with a sealed soul needs endless flesh and blood to raise it. More flesh and blood means more corpses, and can create more walking corpses. The speed of development is like a plague. I am afraid that apart from the village where this incident started, the surrounding area has long been deserted.

They hadn't walked for a few miles after they came out of the armored army tent, and they saw the miasma in front of them. If Shi Panxia hadn't led the way, they would have easily lost their way. However, a month or two ago, when Zhuoyuemen came to the bank of the Wuming River, there was no one except Long Yin. Seeing any strange phenomenon worthy of attention, that is to say, Wu Lingxi was not crazy like this at that time——

Now I am afraid that all the creatures along the entire Wuming River have been slaughtered.

At this moment, Su Chan finally understands why Shi Panxia is so anxious that he can kill Wu Lingxi.

"A Chan, are you okay?" the roundworm in his stomach asked, "If you don't want to do it, I can do it for you."

Xie Changlin seemed to like taking jobs from Su Chan very much, he only wanted Su Chan to be his heartless Qingyuan Temple Master all day long, and he didn't have to bear any responsibilities.

"I'm fine," Su Chan said, "I'm used to it."

It seems that as long as he has made friends and received kindness from childhood, it will become a disaster in the end, either his own or the other party's, and it is a matter of life and death, except for Su Heng and Qingyuan Guan.

Xie Changlin didn't say anything more, he just followed Su Chan closely, as if Xie Changlin would follow wherever he went, including the sea of ​​flames in Purgatory.

"Does Miss Shi know where Lingxi is now? I want to meet him." Su Chan said again.

"Well," Shi Panxia nodded slightly, "You guys, please follow me."

I don't know how to turn it off, but what I'm going to meet here is a murderous and bloodless big devil, there is a slight mistake, maybe it's explained in it, but Shi Panxia seems to be sending someone to dinner as usual.

After digging out the underground cemetery, I found that the ghost fog in the ancestral hall seems to be thicker. It was just a thin ash that obscured the eyes, but now it is covered with black shadows. There are some inhuman things squatting in the dark, with extremely terrifying eyes , either Yingying green or blood red, everywhere in a blink of an eye.

"I forgot to tell the spectator that Xianggong's eyeliner is all around here. I'm afraid he noticed it as soon as we came in," Shi Panxia blessed and apologized. There is an altar, and, if nothing else, people should be in it."

Although the Wuming Riverside is dangerous, it is not a forbidden place, and it belongs to Liumu County, so there are always woodcutters who get lost while chopping firewood or playful children intruding inadvertently. Usually, Wu Lingxi doesn't take it seriously even if he finds out. He has more important things to do. Let some rabbits, crows, wolves or snakes go out, and they will always bring back some corpses for him to take blood.

But today seems to be different. The shadow shrouded in darkness stands beside Wu Lingxi, holding a folding fan in his hand, slowly watching him mix mud with rice wine, "My guest is here, don't take it lightly." The tone is quite The familiar frivolity is exactly the person of the god Tuji.