not scientific at all

The bright moon in the sky smashed into countless pieces of light in the water waves, and the cold wind blew a fishy smell of water, mixed with intermittent weeping, tempting people to take a look.Feng Zhusheng lifted the long sword upside down with his right hand, channeled his strength to protect his body, and walked slowly towards the water pavilion.

Dim yellow lights were burning in the pavilion, and the flickering candlelight reflected a thick shadow, with a tall bun and slender waist, like a woman.

He didn't dare to relax just because the other party was a woman, he tapped on the door twice with his sword in his hand, and asked, "Who is the person in the pavilion?"

The voice in the pavilion suddenly stopped, and after a while, the woman's shadow lay on the door, knocked hard on the door from the inside, and shouted: "Help me! Help me, I am the wife of the owner of Yinghuo Villa, as long as you Save me, and I will be rewarded!"

"This is strange." Feng Zhusheng took a puff of cigarette, leaned half on the door, held the door with the hilt of his sword, touched a thick copper lock with his left hand, and asked suspiciously: "If you really belong to this villa, Mistress, who can lock you here? Could it be that you want to say that this villa has been invaded by thieves, that your family has been murdered, and that this villa has also been taken over as a den for thieves?"

The woman sobbed in the room: "The one who locked me up is none other than my husband Luo Luo Yugong! The old man doesn't know that since the old thief wanted to forge the Xinghuang sword, he has gone crazy and turned against my husband and wife. He also killed my two sons and daughters, and lied to him as a human sacrifice! As a weak woman, I can't argue with him, so I can only cry day and night. The old man must be a powerful senior in the world, please let me out, and I will take you Go to the place where the sword is made, and you will know what I said is true!"

Feng Zhusheng asked: "What do you mean by saying that he lied to people to sacrifice the sword?"

Mrs. Luo wept and said: "The old thief said that the star dust has spirits, as long as someone jumps into the furnace, the star dust will shine, it must be able to be refined. These days he sent invitations from star invitations, but he deceived them Martyred by the sword!"

"Impossible!" Feng Zhu's voice was cold from his heart, his teeth trembling slightly, thinking of the promise of watching stars and tasting swords that had recently been widely circulated in the Jianghu.As far as he knew, dozens of masters from various sects came to this villa, almost all of them were people with extremely high martial arts and swordsmanship. No matter how good the master Luo Yugong's martial arts were, he would not be able to kill so many masters!

Unless he... can drive ghosts!

Feng Zhusheng thought of Xu Fangli, his beard and beard trembled slightly, and asked in a deep voice: "That stardust has the ability to conjure ghosts and gods?"

Mrs. Luo said: "I don't know. After that old thief killed my two children, he imprisoned me here. I don't know how long it has been. If I didn't know martial arts, he thought I was useless in sacrificing swords. I also threw myself into the sword furnace!"

In order to refine the divine sword, he lost his human heart... Feng Zhusheng sighed silently in his heart, held a sword flower in his right hand, cut off the copper lock, and pushed open the door.

Although the room is small, it is tidy and quiet.There is an eight-panel wooden screen separating the inside and the outside. The Boshan stove outside is burning with fragrance. There are famous calligraphy and paintings on the snow-white walls. The Baibao Pavilion is full of antiques and antiques. Branches of half-budded roses.

The hostess of Yinghuo Villa stood in the room and thanked him for his blessing.This Mrs. Luo looks only in her thirties, much younger and more plump than her husband. It can be seen that she has no real energy on her body, and she is not from a martial arts background.

The last bit of worry in Feng Zhusheng's heart dropped, he nodded to her, and said, "Madam, please guide me to the Sword Cottage."

Mrs. Luo gave a salute, lowered her head and walked out the door, Feng Zhusheng stepped back a few steps to let her out first.However, with this change in position, something seemed to pass by his sight behind the screen, and then disappeared behind another cabinet.

He let out a "huh" and wanted to go back and take another look at what it was, but Mrs. Luo behind him urged in a shrill voice: "Going to the sword house is the real thing, senior, let's go with my concubine!"

Feng Zhusheng didn't intend to look at the boudoir at all, but when she urged him, he became vigilant and quietly glanced behind the screen.He couldn't see the thing just now from this angle, but when he looked at the room again, he felt something was wrong.

A person was imprisoned in the water pavilion, and according to the lady, it has been imprisoned for a long time, how could it be so clean?

A woman whose sons and daughters are dead, and imprisoned by her husband still wants to light incense and arrange flowers?She is imprisoned in this pavilion, and the windows are probably always open, so why can't there be anything to eat and drink on the table?This flower is not a flower that can be found in season at all, and it is too fresh. How can it be so late in the middle of the night that it is still budding like when it was just picked...

The more Feng Zhusheng thought about it, the more wrong he became, the long sword in his right hand swept across in front of him, and the sharp sword energy cut through the screen, revealing the half of the room inside.

There are two worlds inside and outside the screen. The half of the room is completely shrouded in shadow, and the candlelight can't even shine in. It looks as if no one has lived in it for a long time.There was a piece of broken plate on the ground, some unidentified vegetable rice rolled out of the plate, it was dried into a black mass, the rice was covered with a layer of white hair, and there were tiny black worms crawling around on it .

A rotten smell hit the face, which stimulated the old swordsman's tears to roll out of his eye sockets.He blinked, and looked at the place where he saw the foreign object just now——

There hung a dirty, emaciated... man.

a woman.

Most of her face had fallen to the ground, the flesh and blood sticking to the bones were wrinkled and tangled, the greenish-black flesh was covered with dirty black blood, and there were only two black holes left in the eye sockets, from which a slender flesh worm crawled out .

The screen fell to the ground, just in time to capture the corpse, causing it to shake back and forth.The rope tied to the top had been air-dried for several months, and it was already a little rotten. After shaking it a few times, it broke in the middle, and the mummy fell to the ground with a bang, kicking up a dirty and smelly dust.

Feng Zhusheng shivered and retreated, but a thin cold wind blew from behind his ears, and the voice of the owner's wife also rang faintly.

"I didn't want to take your life so early, old swordsman, why are you so disobedient, insisting on seeing this withered body of my concubine? Since you have seen it, stay with me..." The sharper The wind came from behind, and Feng Zhusheng turned around in time to avoid the extremely swift blow, but met a skeleton that was as terrifying as a mummy on the ground in front of him.

"You! You're also a ghost!" Feng Zhusheng took two steps back, suddenly stepped on something sticky and soft on the sole of his foot, but the other foot was knocked by a slightly taller frame, and he couldn't move back even if he wanted to.

Mrs. Luo's ghostly face forced him in front of him, and she said resentfully: "Others were thrown into the sword furnace alive, their bodies were burned to ashes, and their faces after death were the same as they were when they were alive, only the concubine turned into this He is locked in the pavilion and can't get out, so he can only cry day and night."

Her voice was shrill and heart-rending, but her face was extremely hideous and terrifying. Standing in a neat and bright room, she looked even more eerie and terrifying by comparison.

Feng Zhusheng's hairs stood on end, and he mobilized his inner strength with all his strength, a force stronger than that of a young man burst out from his old body, and he slashed at Mrs. Luo in front of him with a sword.At the same time, he turned half a circle outside the door with his left foot as the axis, and ran towards the open door with light work, intending to escape from the room first.

However, when his sword hit the skull, it slid down as smoothly as if it had been cut into mud, and was tightly clamped by the breastbone.The soft, rotten flesh under his feet stuck to his shoes like glue, wriggling and wrapping them around his ankles.

The old swordsman suddenly lost his balance, knelt down on the ground with his left knee, and dropped his sword.

He put his right hand on the ground and was about to pull up his upper body when a yellow and dirty bone claw grabbed his cheeks, with a little effort, the flesh was scratched.There was no blood dripping from the wound, and the ghost body absorbed a little bit of blood, and Mrs. Luo's face gradually grew a little flesh.

She grabbed Feng Zhusheng and stood up, hehe sneered: "I wanted you to help me move my body to the sword house and burn it, but now it seems that it is not necessary. After eating your flesh and blood, I can recover a lot."

Her dark two-row teeth were open, and the jawbone was still entangled with unrotted flesh and blood. The five long fingers of her right hand were spread apart, resting on Feng Zhusheng's heart, and the fingertips pierced the flesh with a little force.

Feng Zhusheng's heart was cold for a while, and countless images of ups and downs in this life flashed through his mind like a lantern, and finally he grinned: "Even if your village is full of ghosts, at most you will kill an old man like me, that Mr. Ying has no plans... ..."

As soon as Mr. Ying was mentioned, there was a loud and clear voice in the air. It was Qingjing who was telling the ghosts in Quanzhuang about his precautions for placing advertisements, asking them to fight for the last chance for no time. Honestly stop committing crimes, otherwise he will kill ghosts and sacrifice swords.

Feng Zhu laughed loudly, and spat fiercely at Mrs. Luo's shameless face: "Did you hear that? With Young Master Ying here, we will not be murdered by you ghosts! If you can kill me, you will not escape death yourself!"

He also has some knowledge, knowing that Qingjing must use some secret method to transmit sound, and he didn't really speak nearby. Although the sound reached his ears, people didn't know when he would find it.

But from this passage, it can be heard that besides Xu Fangli, he has one more ghost, and he has the strength to kill all the ghosts in the entire villa.In this way, even if he, an old man, dies, he will die without regret knowing that those young people who came with him will have a way to survive.

Mrs. Luo did not have this insight, thinking that her own resurrection from the dead was already the most miraculous thing in the world, and the owner of that voice was just empty talk.She opened her jaws to Feng Lao, and said with a miserly smile: "What kind of tough guy and soft guy, even if he has some skills, he can still compare with those experts from the Buddhist and Taoist schools? The old swordsman should stop struggling, obediently." Please help me recover my body so that I can settle accounts with that old thief Luo Yugong!"

As soon as she exerted force with her five fingers, the dry bones of her fingertips sank deeply into Feng Zhusheng's chest, and the beating heart was at her fingertips, and she could pull it out by stretching it a little further.She enjoys sucking the essence and blood from her chest, and just about to apply a little more force with her fingertips, the beautiful sound like the impact of gold and stone rang in her ears just now.

"Congratulations to this lady for taking the last chance. If the remaining ghosts don't stop, they will face my flying sword to chase and kill them."

A chilly wind blew from outside the door, with a bit of cold-blooded animal's unique smell, and poured into Mrs. Luo's bloodless nasal cavity.Her whole body seemed to be suppressed by something, the bones transformed from her soul body were bent down inch by inch, and she turned her head slowly and with difficulty.

Outside the door, in the dark night, stood a young man as handsome as a jade statue, with a golden light flashing on his shoulders, and a big golden bird in the shape of a crow was crouching, with two flames burning in the bird's eyes, and he was staring at him coldly. she.

Mrs. Luo's throat was gurgling, and she couldn't even utter a word under the heavy pressure on her face.She wanted to escape from this terrible house, but her right hand was locked by the muscles of the old man, and the flesh and blood had grown on her body, how could it be so easy to get out?

The rustling autumn wind followed the footsteps of the man in white outside the door and brushed against her body, holding the moisture she hadn't felt for a long time, making her seem to come alive in an instant.But the feeling of being alive is not as good as she imagined, because only the living will die, and only living can experience the horror of death approaching step by step.

Just like what she experienced when she was hanged, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't take a breath of air, and she could only feel her body shaking on the rope until her neck fractured and her heart stopped beating.

She subconsciously covered her throat and stared at the person coming.The man's clothes fluttered, revealing a small piece of white chest, holding an ancient book made of unknown leather, his right hand twisted the front end and slowly unfolded it, his movements were so graceful that it could be described as a painting.

Under the candlelight in the room, his face was dyed a layer of warm yellow, as if there was brilliance flowing, his dark eyes drooped slightly, he looked at the scroll in his hand, and slowly opened his lips.

"Xia Wuyue, Zheng Boke Duan Yu Yan."

The small water pavilion was torn apart by a force she couldn't see, and she suddenly felt that she had become a warrior wearing a leather hat, and the old man opposite her had turned into a handsome young prince, holding the penis that she had inserted into his chest. With a slight pull of the hand, the hand was pulled out, with bright red and sticky blood hanging down.

The old man's majesty suddenly became so strong that she couldn't bear it, and her whole spirit was about to be crushed, as if if she didn't run away, she would definitely die here.Mrs. Luo took a difficult step and turned around, looking at the open door, but that figure like pure jade and snow had arrived in front of her at some point, looking at her with her head slightly lowered.

Looking at her, not looking at her, there is no emotion in those eyes.No ordinary person saw her frightened or disgusted, nor was she curious, just like looking at a piece of floor tiles or a fallen leaf, that kind of empty and emotionless gaze was more terrifying than Feng Zhusheng's majestic stare.

It seemed that countless invisible axes were added to her neck, forcing her to kneel down and push her withered skull to the floor tiles.

Her world froze.

The scenery on the other side of the long river of time was included in the volume, leaving only one line of annotation: "Zheng Bofulo Chen."

Qingjing put away the scroll, took out a pill from the treasure pouch, stuffed it into Feng Zhusheng's mouth, and said with a smile: "The old swordsman was shocked, fortunately I borrowed the scroll "Spring and Autumn" from the Wenhua Sect Daobao, otherwise I really want to let that female ghost escape."

Feng Zhusheng was terrified that night, and almost got his heart beaten, he could no longer hear what he said, so he just thanked him with his hands on his chest.He saw the dead bone on the ground with a wrong eye, and his heart jumped again. He remembered what Mrs. Luo said, and quickly fell to his knees and begged Qingjing: "Everyone in this villa is a ghost, and the owner of the villa is a man who sacrifices swords with living people." Monster, Mr. Ying, this old man can tell that you are not an ordinary person, please save these people in the village!"

As soon as Qing Jing flipped his palms, a force supported the old swordsman to stand up, wrapped him and walked out of the water pavilion.He stood outside blankly, and saw Qingjing pull out the sword from his palm, with a smile in his eyes, he turned the sword into a giant sword thicker than a pillar, and swung it down lightly.

The sword didn't touch anything, but the water pavilion seemed to have been smashed countless times with a sledgehammer, and it turned into a pile of broken bricks and tiles in the blink of an eye, burying the rotten and withered body, and the room was full of flies and insects. The mortuary room, and buried the other half of the neat hall used to attract victims.

The golden crow on his shoulder looked back, spit out a warm yellow flame the size of a candle, and fell on the pile of debris, instantly burning it to white ground.

Feng Zhusheng was so shocked that he stood there like a log, stammering and shouting: "Ying, Mr. Ying, are you a god, a god..."

Qing Jing smiled slightly, turned the hilt of the huge sword in his palm like a toy, and said in a warm voice: "What's so great about being a god? It's just that you have learned more than ordinary people and walked farther than ordinary people. If you also If you want to learn to be a fairy, I can show you the way—someone will come to this world in the future to sell "Yuanyang Canghua", and you only need to buy one copy to experience the life of a real fairy."

Boom!Boom!Boom!

A powerful beating sound came from Feng Zhusheng's no longer young heart. He firmly memorized this name, and opened another door to a wider world for his dying life.