Should the soul

Early in the morning, little Tanghou was woken up by little Kong Jie, who seemed to have woken up for a long time, and Youyou said, "You cried for a long time last night."

Little Tang Hou was waking up and dozing off, not in a high mood, "I'm sorry, your eyes are swollen from crying."

Little Kong Jie suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "It's not a big deal."

These days, little Tanghou would feel nervous every day when he wakes up, because the days are getting shorter and shorter, but today he wakes up with only a burst of powerless numbness.Little Kong Jie didn't know what he should say. Last night when Tang Fang and Duke Guo passed on the book, he was originally asleep, but he was forced to wake up by the little Tang Hou crying. It rang, how did he know that Xiao Tanghou would be so sensitive, excited, and in love with him in private, the moment Kong Jie woke up, he thought that something big happened, and he was so scared that he thought his life was not long.

Little Kong Jie: "We're going out of the city today to look for the tomb, remember? Otherwise, I won't bother you."

Little Tang Hou lifted the quilt and nodded obediently: "Remember, let's get up."

The cemetery address of Chen Ying's Dan Shu to Kong Jie is Huashan, south of the eastern capital city.

The terrain outside the eastern capital city is dominated by plains from east to west, and hills and mountains from north to south. If you overlook it, you can see the entire Heluo Plain sandwiched by two uplifted mountains. Although it is not high and steep, it is still continuous. From the Changxia Gate in the south of the city, you can gallop south for an hour to reach the Huashan Mountain that Chen Ying said. The exhibition is truly spectacular.

Little Tanghou might have encountered some troubles, so he called out Huang Daxian and Wang Pu together this time, and the three rushed to the foot of the main peak of Huashan Mountain, parked their horses at the grass shed in the teahouse, and asked clearly where the Bajiao Pavilion on the north slope was. The location, a quick walk up the mountain.

Not to mention, Huashan is quite big. The three of them climbed to the mountainside to find the Octagonal Pavilion, but they couldn't find the nearby cemetery. According to Xiao Tanghou's original thinking, he thought he would encounter some grave guards to stop him. Unexpectedly, the three of them wandered around for a week, only to see golden autumn scenery everywhere.

Huang Daxian: "Brother Wang Pu, you are well informed, have you never heard of a tomb here before?"

Wang Pu scratched his head: "I heard that I have never been here, who is free to visit the grave?"

Little Tanghou didn't speak, walked straight to the side of the dirt road, picked off a leaf with his fingers, closed his eyes and put it on his mouth and blew it. Wang Pu was about to ask him what he was doing, but Huang Daxian suddenly gave him a hand and shook his head.

After a while, there was a gust of cold wind all around for no reason. Little Tang Hou stopped playing and stared at the front, as if he was looking at some "person". Question: "Do you have this person here? He has dark skin, a long face, and a mouth like this. He has Hu people's blood."

After a few snaps like this, Kong Jie nodded and said, "Thank you." Then he turned around and walked back towards them: "I found it, just follow this road and go up three hundred steps."

Kong Jie's footsteps were fast, steady and powerful, Huang Daxian did not delay, and immediately followed, while Wang Pu took a light breath, reassuring himself not to make a fuss, it was nothing, until the three finally found the Huayan Huang Daxian hesitated in the tomb, "Is this... the nobleman of the grassland?"

Kong Jie frowned.

Wang Pu walked over to have a look, and ran his fingers across the rough surface of the stone tablet: "The name written on it is indeed the name of Dan Shu."

Kong Jie folded his arms: "Grassland people don't like to bury in the ground. They believe in wolves and longevity. The corpses are usually buried in the wild and burned. This tomb is obviously built according to the tradition of the Central Plains." The soil quality of the tomb: "It is a fresh tomb, it was repaired this spring."

Wang Pu didn't understand these things, he was just here to contribute, and took the initiative to pat the tools he brought: "Then now is it time to dig a grave?"

Kong Jie shook his head: "Wait a minute, I'll see if what I'm looking for is really inside."

If Yu Linglong was really inside, of course she would have to open the coffin and take it out. It would save me a lot of trouble if there were no tomb guards here, but if she wasn't there, that would be another story.

Wang Pu stood a little further away knowingly, leaving Huang Daxian to accompany Da Kong Jie to deal with such dangerous and weird things nearby. Kong Jie squatted on the ground, picked up the soil a few times with his bare hands with a little disgust, and dug out the dirt under the floating soil. Slightly moist soil, put your palm on it——

The soil in front of the grave can retain the breath of the dead before death. Little Tang Hou felt like touching Dan Shu's body from afar. Tang Fang frowned. The first thing that came up from the bottom was Dan Shu's clear emotional fragments before his death. , he rode a horse galloping, the wind was blowing on his face, the muscles of the horse under him were constantly trembling and tense, and finally the horse lost all strength and collapsed to the ground, and then Dan Shu's body was hit, many people rushed He came up and hit him on the face, back, and stomach. Dan Shu wanted to rush out of the encirclement, but he couldn't escape. There was a barbarian in the group around him, bald, tall, strong, with a head With tattoos on his face, Dan Shu was yelling something at him, but he still failed to survive in the end.

Dan Shu was hacked to death with random knives.

Tang Fang frowned tightly, every ounce of fear and despair Dan Shu experienced before his death was clearly transmitted from the ground to him.

He opened his eyes suddenly and stood up.

Huang Daxian asked nervously, "How is it?"

Tang Fang's expression was complicated: "He did bring Yu Linglong. The second soul is indeed there."

Behind the strong emotion of death, Tang Fang felt that Danshu's body had been contaminated with his own spirit—the hair was the essence of a living person. He braided the jade jade into his hair, and naturally mixed it with his own spirit during his lifetime. breath.

Huang Daxian: "Is that thing still in the tomb now?"

Tang Fang shook his head: "It was taken away."

It was the bald head, he led someone to kill Dan Shu, cut off a lock of his hair cursingly, and took Yu Linglong away.

Tang Fang: "He was not killed by gangsters running around. He was deliberately made to look like he was murdered for money. Among the people who killed him, there were people he knew."

These discoveries basically confirmed Xiao Tanghou's previous conjecture that Dan Shu's death was not a coincidence, and Dan Shu's death was a link in the whole conspiracy.

Wang Pu leaned forward meaningfully with the pickaxe on his back: "I don't have the thing I'm looking for? Then what should I do?"

Tang Fang: "We can only call out the dead and ask."

Wang Pu took a breath, pretending he didn't say anything, and retreated obediently.

It's just that this time Xiao Tang Hou acted less disgusted and more solemn than the last time. He first used a pinch of earth as a furnace, planted grass for incense, and performed a brief ceremony. Xiao Kong Jie watched from inside his body. He was still a little puzzled by the extra set of etiquette, and muttered in the gap: "Isn't he a bad person?" Just now, Xiao Tanghou looked so dirty even when he touched the dirt on his grave, although he did this ceremony well. It was also very reluctant, but it was done anyway.

The cold wind blew from all around, and after a while, a row of crows suddenly appeared in a row "croaking" and crossed the bare sky ominously. Wang Pu looked around vigilantly, feeling a penetrating He looked hard, but couldn't see what happened, but judging from the reactions of Huang Daxian and Kong Jie, something should have come out of the tomb at this time.

"Know who I am?"

Kong Jie stood up suddenly, his eyes fell on the top of the blue and white stone tomb, with a disdainful attitude and a serious tone.

A layer of goosebumps shook off Wang Pu's body immediately, and he felt that the voice had changed, it was no longer the voice of little Kong Jie, but the ghost possessing him was speaking.

The forcibly summoned ghost looked around in a daze, looked at Xiao Tanghou, and replied with a guilty conscience: "...I know."

Tang Fang sneered: "It's good to know, who asked you to murder the Duke?"

Danshu's ghost flinched and defended in a low voice: "...I didn't murder him."

Tang Fang raised his eyelids coldly: "Then the king asked another way, who asked you to go to him?"

Ghost: "...No one arranged for me, I went on my own initiative."

Kong Jie's physical body suddenly moved, and he kicked directly on Dan Shu's tombstone head-on with a "bang"!The force was so strong and the speed was so fast, both Huang Daxian and Wang Pu shook, as if what Kong Jie kicked up was not a foot, but a round of powerful iron hammer, which made the rough stone tablet tremble. He kicked it twice, if the stele wasn't too heavy and solid, he would have kicked it over!

Little Tang Hou's eyes were evil, his upper body remained motionless, and his lower body remained in the posture of stepping on the tombstone, and asked Na Danshu: "I think you can answer me, do you want me to open a coffin for you?"

Huang Daxian was dumbfounded, and subconsciously went to pull people: "Calm down! Don't worry, I'll ask him...!"

Huang Daxian's knowledge of ghosts and gods is more solid than that of Xiao Tang Hou, and he also knows that Xiao Tang Hou is angry with this alchemy book. No matter how patient he is, even a little injustice can blow him up, so he has to persuade him in a low voice: "Generally speaking, people become The back of the ghost is a bit hard to use, it is rare for them to see a living person come to chat with them, and they usually don't lie... Let me try, I know how to ask him."

Tang Fang took a look at Huang Daxian, then managed to suppress the fire, moved his foot, and said coldly: "Then you ask—if he doesn't spit out something today, don't blame me for opening the coffin and exhuming the body!"