Faraway Wanderers

Zhou Zishu stared at the palm print for a moment, then suddenly turned the corpse over, and took off his shirt - only to see that there was a palm print at the same position on the back of the corpse.

Wen Kexing sighed and asked, "Did he be baked like a cake, or was he pierced?"

Zhou Zishu said indifferently: "No one puts so much effort into beating a dead man. He was pierced by someone's palm. In the past 50 years, I only know one person with this kind of palm..."

Wen Kexing continued: "The raksha palm of Sun Ding, the ghost of joy and mourning."

Zhou Zishu glanced at him, said nothing, bent down, groped carefully on Mu Yunge's body, and found a few banknotes and a pile of scattered silver from Mu Yunge's body: "Well, I came from the middle of the night. Zhaojiazhuang sneaked out for a walk, and brought some money..." Zhou Zishu touched his arms—he also brought it.

"Brother Wen, this night owl definitely didn't come out to rob sex. Generally, people who rob sex don't bring so much money."

"The people who are robbed don't seem to bring a change of clothes." Wen Kexing used his feet to pull out a small package from the bushes on one side. It was also a black cloth bag, and it contained some change of clothes and other luggage for going out.

The ground in the forest is moist and soft, with messy footprints, but no traces of fighting. Apart from the fatal palm, Mu Yunge has no other scars, and his famous broken sword is all on his body. , This sharp weapon didn't even have time to get out of its sheath.

Mu Yunge's kung fu is not weak, and he will never be as helpless as an unweaned baby. Zhou Zishu was silent for a moment, thinking to himself, that is the dignified owner of Broken Sword Villa, and Guigu Xisangguiyue On the willow twigs, after dusk?

A bloody story that I thought was deeply affectionate, but who knew that someone became angry from embarrassment, and finally turned around.

It seems that there have been three people here, and Mu Yunge's footprints ended here. The other two people seemed to be not the same thing, and they went in different directions, and one of them seemed to be following Mu Yunge. Like Zhou Zishu, he once squatted in front of the corpse to check it out.

Zhou Zishu squatted on the ground, having committed an old problem of inquisition. He felt as if a kitten was scratching his heart. He really wanted to follow the footprints, but reason told him that this must be a troublesome thing. The omniscient and omnipotent skylight leader, there is no need to make trouble for yourself.

Seeing him squatting on the ground indecently, Wen Kexing looked like he was thinking about life, and observed him for a while, and finally couldn't help but asked, "Aren't you chasing him?"

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

Wen Kexing thought for a while, then suddenly strode out following the footsteps of the second person, and said, "Then I'll chase."

Zhou Zishu followed him subconsciously, and asked curiously, "Are you meddling?"

Wen Kexing said sternly: "Someone killed the owner of Broken Sword Villa. I am a good person who likes to accumulate virtue and do good deeds, so I decided to take care of it. Anyway, I am idle."

Zhou Zishu felt that his last sentence was very reasonable, nodded, thought for a while, and asked again: "Then why don't you chase after the first person's footprints? That person's footprints are extremely light, and his skill is probably the highest among the three. The deepest thing, if the person who secretly followed Mu Yunge came from Zhaojiazhuang, then the one in front must be Sun Ding, the ghost of joy and mourning."

Wen Kexing said without blushing, "If you are going to chase after the ghosts, you can chase them yourself. I won't go. Although I am a good person who likes to meddle in my own business, I am also afraid of death."

Zhou Zishumo was shocked by his frankness without a sound, and followed Wen Kexing all the way. During the process, he naturally noticed Wen Kexing's feet—he had no footprints.

A person who stepped on Xue Wuhen said that he was afraid of ghosts and death.

Zhou Zishu, who used to be in charge of gossip, immediately decided to succumb to his inner desire, and decided to follow him to see what happened—he was going to die anyway, and people who were going to die were afraid of anything, so they could do whatever they wanted.

The two men bravely shuttled through the forest, and then found the person they were chasing - Huashan Yu Tianjie by a river.

He was hung from a tree by a silver thread like a spider's silk. Half of his head fell off, and a little bit was connected to his neck, fluttering in the breeze, precarious.

When a drop of blood fell, Wen Kexing took a step back to prevent the blood of the dead from splashing on himself, then he slightly raised his hand, and pushed Yu Tianjie, Yu Tianjie's neck and head were completely separated ——The head was still glued to the thread, and the body fell suddenly.Wen Kexing touched him, curled his lips and said, "It's still warm, he just died."

"Spider silk." Zhou Zishu raised his face and looked at Yu Tianjie in two, then paused, "The spider silk of the hanged ghost."

This Taihu Lake is destined to be lively.

Suddenly Zhou Zishu moved his ears and shouted, "Who?!"

Then a black shadow suddenly appeared behind the tree, and flew out like a big bat. After several ups and downs, it disappeared without a trace. Zhou Zishu followed without thinking.

Wen Kexing paused on the spot, 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 here alone." So he also followed.

Zhou Zishu clasped a pine cone in his hand, flicked it with his fingers, and went straight to the back of the man in black. However, he lacked strength in the second half of the night, and after chasing for a long time, it seemed that he lacked strength. The man just jumped forward, but he didn't fall down as he expected, he didn't turn his head, and ran even more wildly.

Zhou Zishu was a little puzzled, and thought to himself, could this really hang Xue Fang?Naturally, he would not feel that he was no match for Xue Fang, but if he was really one of the ten evil ghosts in Qingzhu Ridge, would he run away like this after seeing such an unknown pawn like himself?

Zhou Zishu thought in surprise: "I'm not a demon mirror..."

A few ups and downs came out of the woods, and behind the woods was a large cemetery, with faint ghost lights floating around. The hanged ghost seemed to have finally arrived at his own territory, and his figure was more like a ghost. I don't know if it was Zhou Zishu's illusion, but he heard In the cemetery in the middle of the night, it seemed that someone was "giggling" laughing, and the laughter was still far and near, which really made the hair stand on end.

Then, the figure of the hanged ghost flickered in the will-o'-the-wisp, and then disappeared out of thin air.

Zhou Zishu suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Wen Kexing also stopped beside him, and the blue light of the will-o'-the-wisp reflected on his handsome face, which made his slightly unscrupulous face become strange. There was the howling sound of some unknown animal in the distance, a mouse Suddenly it came out from the ground, not afraid of people, staring at the two of them in a daze, wondering if they had eaten dead people, those small eyes turned out to be red.

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

Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing checked around the tree several times, but they didn't see any clues. Zhou Zishu frowned: "Damn it..."

Then he heard a strange laugh, and raised his head to look at Wen Kexing in horror. Wen Kexing pointed to the owl on the tree, and the laughter actually came from the mouth of this ghost bird.

The owl and Zhou Zishu looked at each other for a while, then suddenly spread their wings and flew away.

Wen Kexing said: "I heard it when I was a child, not afraid of the owl's cry, but afraid of the owl's laugh. I heard that when this thing laughs, someone is going to die. Are you afraid?"

Zhou Zishu began to study the tombstone under the big locust tree, but there was no word written on it, and he said casually, "Two people have died."

Wen Kexing probably felt that there was a lot of atmosphere, so he ignored him, and continued with great interest: "I heard that in a village, one year a villager was knocked over by an owl while holding a bowl of red water in his hand. Twenty people died in one village that year."

Zhou Zishu looked up at him.

Wen Kexing deliberately lowered his voice and said, "This is true."

Zhou Zishu asked in puzzlement, "Why does a villager carry a bowl of red water?"

Wen Kexing choked, turned his head and coughed dryly.

Zhou Zishu smiled slightly, then suddenly stretched out his hand to hold the tombstone under the locust tree, exerted a little force, and the tombstone was actually movable, and then he vigorously pushed the tombstone aside, only to hear a "squeak", and there was a sound on the ground. A hole was opened out of thin air, and there was a black hole inside, and I don't know how deep it was.

Wen Kexing hurriedly came over to have a look, walked around the entrance of the cave several times, and said in admiration: "I heard that the place where Yin and Yang are connected is the place where Yin Qi gathers in the world, and there must be a half-dead old locust tree next to it—— The locust tree is the most yin thing, it is a ghost tree, have you heard of it?"

Zhou Zishu folded his arms on his chest, watching him blankly as he continued to tell ghost stories.

Wen Kexing said vividly: "There is an unnamed grave under the old locust tree, and below it is the legendary Huangquan Road. Every night in the middle of July, ghosts from the underworld crawl out from here to return to the sun. Huangquan Road Extremely cold, when you walk to the end, you will reach the gate of ghosts, and after passing the gate of ghosts, you will no longer be a living person, all the way to the other side, you will reach the bridge of Naihe... Hey!"

Zhou Zishu had already jumped off.

Wen Kexing stared dumbfounded at his figure disappearing into the gloomy cave entrance, and then jumped down too.Landing firmly on the ground, he felt very soft. As soon as he raised his head, Zhou Zishu looked at him with a half-smile, and asked, "Why, Brother Wen is also interested in seeing what Huangquan Lu looks like?"

Wen Kexing nodded seriously and said, "In this way, when I tell others next time, I can also solemnly fill in the words 'it's true'."

Zhou Zishu shook his head and smiled. Suddenly, Wen Kexing shushed, frowned, listened for a while, and asked in a low voice, "Did you... hear that? What's the sound?"

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

Wen Kexing's eyes lit up instantly, and he went out ahead of him, not forgetting to lower his voice, "It's really true!"

In front of the two of them was an extremely narrow and long path, which was very cramped. The two men could not walk side by side, they had to bow their shoulders and shrink their necks, one behind the other to barely pass. Zhou Zishu was forced to keep his head slightly down, very uncomfortable , then frowned, and thought to himself, could it be that the road to hell that he walked was not orthodox, and was dug specially for women and children?

I don't know how long it took before the long and narrow path was finally drilled. Both of them had a lot of dust on their bodies, and the front suddenly opened up—it was connected to a huge underground cave, and a small river flowed in front of them. And in the end, where to go.

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

This time Wen Kexing also shut up, and stopped mentioning his nonsense about "the road to Huangquan is extremely cold".