The bright moon sits on the ground

The water surface of this creek is calm, but the water is undercurrents.

The two dived deeper and deeper, and Nie Qiu looked at the dark bottom of the water, as if looking at an endless abyss.

How can this be called a "creek".He was secretly startled.

At this depth, it is not known whether they will be able to find anything useful before returning to shore.

Fortunately, before their pent-up breath was exhausted, Nie Qiu keenly heard a long bell ringing.

In the water, the sound of the copper bell is swaying round and round, but it is not as harsh as before, only desolate and heavy, like the whispered Buddha's words in the temple, which makes people feel refreshed immediately A shake.

Nie Qiu lowered his head and looked at the bottom of the water where something was hidden.

He vaguely saw a pale finger protruding from the darkness, and seemed to notice his gaze, and moved it slightly.

First the fingertips trembled slightly, and then the whole hand moved. It stretched out its surprisingly white arm, trying to grab Nie Qiu.

The darkness at the bottom of the water seemed to fade away in an instant, and countless hands stretched out from the abyss, a piece of whiteness, like seaweed fluttering with the waves, shaking their arms, trying to reach his direction.

The bell sounded like the Buddha's words suddenly changed, Yama of the Ten Temples smashed the Buddha statue, his eyes widened, and he spoke some nonsense, blood poured up from the bottom of the water, a book of life and death was thrown on the ground by the judge, and it was crushed into ashes .

Nie Qiu was unable to move as if he had also been smashed to pieces, he could only watch helplessly as those arms grabbed his legs, hovered up, and climbed from his waist to his cheeks.Water poured into his nostrils, and the cold and damp breath enveloped Nie Qiu's body instantly. He wanted to break free from those hands and swim back to the shore, but was dragged down forcefully until he reached the abyss——

At this moment, the other hand stretched out from above and grabbed Nie Qiu's arm.

Like lightning breaking through the thick clouds, all those arms fell off, quickly rotting, and mixed with the soil.

Nie Qiu came back to his senses, covered his mouth and nose with his palm, and finally saved himself from drowning.

He looked at the place where the arms stretched out, but there were only pots with strange coats of arms painted on them, half hidden in the dirt.

The owner of that hand was naturally Fang Qisheng. Nie Qiu raised his head to look at him, and pointed to the top of his head with a pale face, signaling to him that he should not stay here for a long time, and he must return to the water quickly.

Fang Qisheng nodded, and the two went upstream.

When Nie Qiu was about to touch the surface of the water, a sudden strong premonition struck him, forcing him to turn his head and look at the bottom of the water again.

A pale face poked out of the jar, looking at him with one empty eye, expressionless.

After a dead silence, the surface of the water was broken, and the sound of birds chirping flooded into my ears.

The water flowed down his cheeks, and Nie Qiu took a sharp breath of air, and only then did he feel that the restlessness had subsided a lot.

They climbed ashore and twisted their clothes against the tree.

The water drops slammed on the ground, splashing small splashes, and then they were swallowed by the ground again.

Fang Qisheng shook off the water on his hands and asked, "Did you see something just now?"

Nie Qiu was drenched all over, and his long black hair was wetly stuck to his forehead. He turned his head to look at Fang Qisheng, his light-colored pupils slanted slightly, and water droplets dripped from the corners of his eyes, sliding down his cheeks, warm It hangs gently on the chin, inadvertently revealing a somewhat seductive feeling.

"You still didn't see or hear anything?" Nie Qiu lowered his eyelids, carefully recalling what happened just now.

After a long while, he opened his mouth again, "I heard the sound of copper bells, and then a hand stretched out from those jars and pulled me to the bottom of the water. At that time, I couldn't move, I could only sink, until you called me When I woke up."

Fang Qisheng also felt strange, "I just saw that those jars were sealed with a thin layer of oil paper."

too weird.

The wet clothes stuck to his back, which was very uncomfortable, but Nie Qiu didn't want to take care of it.

He is indeed very talented in this area, and many Taoist priests wanted to accept him as a disciple, but that was something that happened when he was a child.After Nie Qiu grew up, that keen intuition gradually faded away. Although he could still detect some negative things, it was only at the level of "perception". Like this kind of direct seeing hallucinations, his last life But never.

"Feeding Gu with your body, stepping into Huangquan Road, have you heard of it?"

Xu Lang's voice was very close, almost close to Nie Qiu's ear.

He raised his eyes, naturally there was no Xu Lang by his side, only Fang Qisheng was looking at the water and thinking.

He didn't step into Huangquan Road, he clearly walked through Huangquan Road once.

Nie Qiu lightly stroked the mark on his wrist. It was strange to say that after such a long time, Sanhuyue still hadn't had an attack.

"It doesn't affect me," Fang Qisheng said suddenly, "I'll go down and see what's in the jar."

Nie Qiu shook his head, "Don't go, I always feel that those jars should not be opened rashly."

So Fang Qisheng looked at him and asked, "Then what do you think is inside?"

Pale face, hands, what else?Nie Qiu sighed, "It should be something related to the corpse."

After he finished speaking, Fang Qisheng didn't seem to have thought of the answer, paused, then frowned and untied the white cloth wrapped around his arm.

"That's weird." Fang Qisheng turned his arm around, and Nie Qiu looked over.

The jar was not sealed tightly.It stands to reason that after pouring the water soaked in the jar, and adding corpse poison, the wound should fester even more, but Nie Qiuzai looked at it carefully several times before he had to come to the conclusion: the wound that should have existed on it The deep and long scars have disappeared, leaving only a smooth patch of skin.

"The disciples of the Divine Cauldron Sect, are they afraid of the water, or are they close to the water..." Fang Qisheng said, "It's hard to judge now."

"It seems that if you want to get rid of those living dead in one fell swoop, you must first find out what is in this jar."

Nie Qiu stood up, water drops slipped from the corner of his clothes, leaving a small mark on the ground, Fang Qisheng looked up along the watermark, Nie Qiu was smiling at him with his eyes bent, "I have a special constitution, I can't touch those watermarks directly. It may be dangerous to open the jar rashly, I wonder if Brother Fang will do me some favors and run with me again?"

Although his tone was polite and he had a nice smile, Fang Qisheng always felt that for a person like Nie Qiu, as long as he made a request, he was [-]% confident that the other party would agree.

So Fang Qisheng also stood up, his brows and eyes covered with frost became more and more unrestrained in the sun, he thought for a while, and said: "Since you have already spoken, I should reward this face."

Nie Qiu couldn't help being taken aback for a moment, and then he couldn't help but lower his head and laugh.

"Then thank you Brother Fang."

Fang Qisheng is not the kind of person who is used to calling others brothers and sisters. No one has called him that way for many years: Master and uncle call him Qisheng, his cheap junior brother calls him Fang Qisheng, and everyone in the Demon Cult respectfully calls him the leader.

But after hearing Nie Qiu call "Brother Fang" several times, Fang Qisheng found it novel and not annoying.

Probably because his tone is neither too intimate nor unfamiliar, so that people can't find fault.

Immediately, the two returned to the village, followed the path to find the thatched hut where the village head lived, and knocked on the door.

Perhaps it was because it was already dawn, the old man didn't let them wait outside the door for too long, and opened the door very quickly.

There was no light in the house, and the windows were tightly covered with cloth, so that no light could penetrate.Half of the old man's face was hidden under the hood of the cloak, and it was even more blurred in the dim light. Only his cloudy eyes could see clearly - he looked at Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng, their expressions remained unchanged. Without saying a word, he turned sideways and let them enter the house.

Fang Qisheng entered the room first, Nie Qiu was a step behind him, and stayed at the door for a while.

He rubbed his index finger against the door frame, then put his hand under his long sleeve, and wiped away the water on his fingertips calmly.

The old man turned around and lit a candle, and sat down without greeting them.

"You should know why we are here," Fang Qisheng said.

Only then did the village chief speak, his voice was hoarse and low, like the sound of sawing wood, which made people feel uncomfortable all over.

He said: "If you can survive one night, it means that you are not stupid people."

"There are countless heroes from all walks of life in this village who wanted to solve this problem, and they were all swallowed up by her." The old man put the candle light far away, his eyes fixed on the slowly flickering candle, "Since you know that there are many dangers, why don't you take this opportunity to leave?"

Fang Qisheng crossed his arms and said, "Since we know we're stuck here, why not let us try?"

Only then did the old man shift his gaze to Fang Qisheng, and looked at him with complicated expressions, "You shouldn't ask me."

After he finished speaking, he set his eyes on the wet ground again, his thoughts seemed to have drifted into the distance, and he completely forgot that there were two people in front of him.

Nie Qiu came forward at this time and asked, "Old man, how long have you lived in this village?"

"I've lived here for generations," the old man murmured.

"Then you have seen such a woman: she is missing her right eye, and there is a mole under her left eye." Seeing the old man's face becoming more and more bewildered under the candlelight, Nie Qiu knew that this woman still had a lot to do with him, so he added He said, "Surely you've seen it before?"

This was the face that Nie Qiu saw when he turned around at the last moment when he surfaced.

"The woman is sinking at the bottom of the stream at the entrance of the village..."

Once Nie Qiu stopped smiling, he showed some inhuman indifference, and he continued, "She's dead."

After a brief silence, the village chief clasped his thin fingers tightly on the edge of the wooden table, and it took him a while to say something in a low voice.

Nie Qiu didn't hear clearly, but Fang Qisheng was close, so he naturally heard his words clearly. Dang even frowned, and held the Jingming sword with his backhand.

At this time, the wooden table was suddenly overturned by the village chief, and the candle lamp fell to the ground with a clang. The wick was immediately extinguished after touching the wet ground. The voice didn't seem to come from the chest, but it was like thunder on a rainy day. It roared ferociously in a low voice, and finally formed a complete three words, "Get out!"

Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng took a step back subconsciously. Nie Qiu naturally expected his reaction, but Fang Qisheng drew his sword uncharacteristically, split the wooden table, cursed in a low voice, and pulled Nie Qiu away. Turned around and left.

Fang Qisheng can't be said to have a reckless temperament, and he is also the leader of the Demon Cult. He naturally thought carefully before doing things--except that Fang Qisheng wanted to kill Wen Zhanxing at the martial arts conference in his last life, Nie Qiu has never seen him really. angry.

He was thoughtful, and when Fang Qisheng pulled him past, he remained silent, and did not interrupt Fang Qisheng's sudden anger.

The wooden table that had been split into several pieces was thrown aside by the old man sullenly, making a few loud noises. Nie Qiu kept paying attention to his movements, so he did not miss the village head who was as old as a bamboo pole. He held up a finger as a gesture of silencing, and then his hand slid down, pointing to the north.

He finally spit out a word slowly and silently.

The old man's eyes in the darkness were actually bright for a moment, then gradually melted into the darkness, and finally disappeared.