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"...Beimang's seal is loose again, and he cannot be allowed to cause harm to the world."

"Duanling, go down the mountain and kill him. I know you can do it."

"Yes, Master."

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In the late summer night, the silver moon is like a hook, and the pale moonlight is sprinkled in the depths of the mountain forest, and only black shadows standing on the branches can be seen faintly.

It was a group of crows turning their red eyes back and forth to observe the ruined temple on the mountainside. They were regarded as ominous by the local villagers because they fed on the carrion corpses in the mass graves.

Yes, there is a mass grave on this weedy hillside.The imperial court fought all the year round, the people were in dire straits, and there was a famine all year round. As the days passed, more and more people died of starvation, and it was inevitable that there would be insufficient coffins, so this mass grave was created.

If the family has money, it is considered decent to wrap a mat. If there is no money, the clothes are stripped, and the corpse is thrown into the grave pit naked, and then walks away without looking back.

These days, clothes are rare for everyone, who wants to waste them?

Tonight, another person came towards the moonlight. The crow looked down and saw that it was a scholar with thin skin and tender flesh, carrying a book basket on his back.

Weeds growing half a person's height grew on the mountain path, and the scholar staggered along, chanting "Amitabha Buddha, God bless" from time to time.

The female ghost who had been with him for a long time floated behind him, yawning out of boredom.Another bookworm, very dull and boring, wasting her good night.

The female ghost is a frequent visitor to this mass grave. Because she has been dead for more than ten years, she has some mana, and she often likes to play tricks on travelers passing by.

The scholar walked along the path, he didn't know that the end of the road was not the official road he thought, but a mass grave full of insects and snakes.

"This, this..." The scholar's face was pale and he almost fainted.

Under the pale moonlight, the dense forest formed a large circle, and in the large circle were buried countless bones, and the lush green grass fluttered in the wind from the cracks in the bones, attracting countless green bamboo leaves that smacked snake letters to mate.

The female ghost laughed silently, she must have been frightened, who told you to go this way, you deserve it!

But soon she couldn't laugh, because the scholar whose legs were weak from fright bent down and vomited with a "wow".

The scene in front of him was too disgusting, and he couldn't hold back the acid in his stomach.

The female ghost was hit, she circled around the scholar: Aren't you afraid?This is a mass grave, do you understand the mass grave?It's a place where there are a lot of starving ghosts, and they will eat you up!

It's a pity that the scholar couldn't understand nonsense. After he finished vomiting, he took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, and walked back with a face full of shock.

This time he walked in the right direction. On the other side of the hillside, there was an unattended temple.

The scholar stood in front of the temple and hesitated for a long time. Seeing the shadow of the moon slanting to the west, Fang gritted his teeth and walked in.There is no other reason, this temple is too dilapidated, if not for the crooked plaque in front of the temple with the words "Foguang Temple" written on it, he would have thought that he had arrived at the tile-roofed house at the foot of the mountain where the hunters could not live.

For the temples that have been in disrepair for a long time, the scholar has no hope, only hopes that there will be a place to stay and light a fire, so that he will not be frozen overnight.

He pushed open the door covered with dust and cobwebs, and a knife with a cold light came across in the firelight.

"Boy, this is not a place for you to stay." Accompanied by the sound of "crackling" firewood burning, the big man with the knife said viciously.

The scholar was stunned for a moment, the knife on his neck was a little cold, and he couldn't help shivering.

The inside and outside of the temple are exactly the same dilapidated, but the outside is deserted and quiet like a cemetery, but inside there is firewood burning, and a dozen men, women, and children all huddle together to drink porridge.

Seeing the scholar, the group of skinny and sallow-faced people froze for a while.

In the middle of the night, in the mass grave, there are still living people on their way?

"This... this good man, the knife has no eyes." The scholar rested two fingers on the blade, trying to push it away.

The big man looked at him, snorted coldly and drew back his knife, "If I hadn't seen that you are a powerless scholar, I would have chopped you off with one knife."

The scholar shrank his neck in fright, "I'm just passing through here on my way, and I want to take advantage of it..."

The big man walked to the fire, picked up a bowl of water, whether it was rice water or porridge, and drank it with his head raised.

"Convenient? Look at the people in my room, do they seem to be convenient?" There was almost no place to stand, the big man sneered, and said impatiently, "Close the door and get out before dawn!"

The scholar nodded quickly, closed the door, and cautiously found an empty corner with the book basket on his back.

It's really people under the eaves and have to bow their heads.Looking at this big man's face full of flesh, he is not easy to mess with.

Maybe he was a road bandit who murdered and robbed before.

The big man handed the bowl to the woman sitting by the fire, and winked, making people keep an eye on the scholar.They managed to escape from Jinling, but they couldn't lose their lives because of a momentary relaxation.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and the crackling firewood was gradually extinguished.The scholar put his hands on his pillow and glanced at the opposite side secretly. Except for the big man, everyone else was in a deep sleep.

Because of the famine, there are many people fleeing the famine these years. It is not surprising for scholars to see big men and others in the ruined temple.Alas, the world is difficult, and I don't know if I will survive the day.

After thinking wildly for a while, the scholar also felt sleepy. He turned over and was about to sleep when there was a sudden noise outside the temple.

The scholar was so excited that he didn't feel any drowsiness anymore.

It's the voice of a crow!

The moon cage gauzes lightly, and the branches and leaves in the forest rustle.Flocks of crows hovered or landed in the open space in front of the temple, completely surrounding the ruined temple.

The scholar saw this scene through the window, and was so frightened that he quickly looked away, for fear of being stared at by red eyes.

The big man also noticed the abnormality outside. Compared with the scholar who had just left home and could even recognize the wrong way to the capital to catch the exam, he traveled all over the world and saw countless unknown things, and his expression changed immediately.

With a bang, the door was blown open by the wind, and all the fallen leaves came in.

Under the pale moonlight, a young man with a cold figure walked in.The person who came was wearing a gray cloak and a veiled hat. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, the hand on the skirt was so beautiful that it made people's eyes straighten.

I often hear books describe beauties, such as crimson hands, yellow vine wine, hands like catkins, skin like creamy skin, hands with bare sleeves, white wrists with golden rings...Compared with this person's hands, you have to do it yourself ashamed.

The scholar thought to himself, I don't know if it is a man or a woman, how could such hands be born, wouldn't it lead people to commit crimes?

The big man looked at the person vigilantly, "Who are you?"

The visitor seemed to have caught a cold, and coughed a few times in a low voice, "Passing by here, the dew is deeper, I want to take advantage of it."

This voice, like that hand, is very inducing to sin.

The scholar stabilized his mind and managed to regain his sanity.The heart is like a feather scratching the heart.

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The villain system doesn't project the Nether that fast.Love is the main thing in this world, and the plot is supplemented.Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!