The villain cat Shizun dressed as the male protagonist

Even in the daytime, there are very few people in the city, and after noon, there are very few small vendors who come out to set up stalls to do business.This is not normal.

And what's the matter with so many empty houses in the city?

The three of them were puzzled, as they walked, they suddenly came to a mansion with Gu Mansion written on it, but it was also empty.

The three of them stopped in front of Gu's mansion. From the outside, the owner of this mansion must have been very rich, but why it suddenly became dilapidated is very strange. What's even more strange is that just standing in front of the Gu's mansion, the three of them felt It's gloomy.

But they didn't pursue it too much. The three of them walked for a long time and finally saw a hawker who was buying vegetables. In the end, they had to clean up the vegetable stall and prepare to go home.

"Hey, uncle, it's not time to close the stall yet, why are you going home?" Mo Wu asked the uncle who was closing the stall.

The uncle sighed and said, "You guys are probably foreigners and don't know what's going on here, so don't hang around here, go quickly!"

After speaking, he left in a panic without looking back, leaving the three people in a daze, looking at each other.

"You guys, don't ask him. It's too late for him to run away. How could he tell you these things." A voice came from the corner, and the three of them looked for it. It was a disheveled, tattered beggar.

Most of the beggar's face was covered by his hair, so he couldn't see clearly, but the half of his face that was exposed was quite delicate.

"Oh? Listening to what you said, you seem to know something?" Chi Ning raised his eyebrows and looked at the beggar. The beggar was sitting in the corner with his legs crossed and seemed to know something.

"I know, I know, but..." the beggar half-spoken, stretched out his hand and rubbed it, and made a gesture of wanting to benefit.

Mo Wu took out a spirit stone from his bosom and threw it over, the beggar smiled and stretched out his hand to catch it, then cleared his throat and said, "It's a long story, our city has always been calm and there are many people coming and going, so it's okay Very prosperous. When you came, did you see a mansion, Gu Mansion, which used to be the richest family in our city. It’s just that the wine and meat of the Zhumen stinks, and the roads are frozen to death. Master Gu did good deeds all his life, but raised a prodigal family My son, eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, molesting good women, doing a lot of evil, made Mr. Gu mad."

"But, what does this have to do with people in the city not daring to go out?" Chi Ning was puzzled.

The beggar gave him a white look, signaling him not to talk too much. After he finished speaking, the beggar continued, "One day he saw a woman in the market, and he fell in love with him. The young master beat him violently in the street. The woman was married and had a baby in her womb, but she hadn't revealed it yet. Because of Mr. Gu's violent beating, she had a miscarriage. The poor woman just went out to buy vegetables and lost her child. His husband went to Came to ask for an explanation, but was beaten to death by Mr. Gu's family, and the body was thrown into the river. The woman went to report to the officials, but the officials protected each other, and they were in collusion. It happened that the land god worshiped and needed a woman, so she pushed the woman out. The woman was charged with evil spirits , to be burned to death to make atonement for the land god. The woman asked the people in the city to help speak out, and proved that she was not a monster, but no one believed her. The woman was desperate, and before she died, she bit her lips, stared wide-eyed and cursed the young master of the Gu family and the people in the city. A human being, she will come back to seduce her soul and kill everyone in the city."

"So everyone didn't dare to go out just because that woman would come to claim her life?" Mu Cheng frowned. If the woman's resentment was so deep that she turned into a ghost, she would have nothing to say when she came to kill people at night, but ghosts are afraid of the sun. It is clearly unreasonable to kill people.

Mo Wu also felt strange, looking at the beggar, he always felt that the story told by the beggar... there was an unexplainable feeling, but he didn't know where the problem was for a while.

"Then why don't you hide?" Mo Wu asked, since other people are afraid but beggars are not afraid?

Aren't beggars afraid of death?

After listening to Mo Wu's words, the beggar said with a playful smile, "What are you afraid of? It's all about dying. If she wants it, she can come and get it."

The beggar is not afraid of death. After telling the story, he took the spirit stone and sang a little song to drink.

Mo Wu and Mu Cheng looked at each other, exchanged glances, and said in unison, "Beggars are weird."

Chi Ning didn't care about it, and said, "I'm afraid you are thinking too much, what can be weird about beggars."

After all, he clamored to continue watching.

The three of them went away, at the corner of the street, the beggar who was originally smiling looked at the three of them with gloomy eyes, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, he crushed the spirit stone given by Mo Wu, and slowly left, leaving a puddle of powder on the ground.

But Mu Cheng, who had left with him, turned back suddenly, saw the Lingshi powder on the ground, picked up the powder, rubbed it, and fell into deep thought.

In the evening, Mu Chengmo and Wu Chining, who came back to the inn, gathered around the table. Mu Cheng took out the powder from the day and showed them both.

How can it be ordinary people who can crush spirit stones? Beggars really have problems.

So how true and believable is the story he told?

"The beggar has a problem. Could the events in the city have something to do with him?" Chi Ning put forward his own idea, and Mu Chengmowu also thought of going with Chi Ning.

"By the way, I saw the appearance of the dead person today, as if he had been drained of energy, his appearance was haggard, his eyes turned white, and his skin was even shriveled." Mu Cheng said, someone carried the corpse from his side today, Inadvertently, the corpse rolled out and he saw it.

Such a way of death is too strange, it is difficult not to attract attention.

The three of them chatted for a long time, and as the night deepened, they all went back to rest.Chi Ning swept away his fatigue, and happily went back to the room with Mu Cheng to rest.

There seemed to be some ferocious beast lurking in the dark night, and if he was not careful, he would throw him down and tear him to pieces.

The man looked at the black shadow on the wall in fear, and a scream pierced the night sky, shattering the tranquility of dawn.

"When will I be so worried every day!" The shopkeeper propped his chin, sighed, and the dial of the abacus clicked.

The three looked at each other, Mo Wu pushed the stool away and walked over, and asked in a low voice, "But someone died again? Can I ask what happened in this city?"

The shopkeeper was also in despair, sighed and said, "Ham, let me tell you, four people die every three days in our city. No matter day or night, the dead people are sucked dry. Li Gui, I invited a Taoist priest, but it was used there again, and the Taoist priest died even worse. Damn, I didn’t know that I was the one who died that day.”

After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he sighed and walked towards the backyard.Mo Wu fell into deep thought and returned to the table, glanced at them, and said, "Have you ever thought of an ancient practice method that needs to rely on collecting other people's essence to continue life cultivation, which is somewhat similar to the situation in this city. I doubt that someone Practice this method."

"But isn't this method against the law of heaven, beyond the harmony of yin and yang?" Chi Ning was surprised, this method of cultivation is the most vicious, and people who have been sucked out of essence cannot be reborn.