Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

"It's as if he's already dead." Xie Qiushi chuckled, and then he remembered something again, and asked, "Just now the old lady in the village below told me that there are rumors in Dongling that your fairy It has fallen a hundred years ago, what is going on?"

The steward Ling opened his eyes slightly when he heard the words, raised his head suddenly, stopped his movements, raised his two thin beards like goat horns, and roared suddenly: "My fairy will not die! He is just destined to die like this, and he will never die. Will die for it!"

Xie Qiushi was dumbfounded by his blowing beard and staring at his eyes, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses: "What? What calamity?"

The steward's lips trembled, and with an "ah", the two beards drooped back as if awakened by thunder: "My servant, my servant offended..."

Xie Qiushi was not annoyed, he went up to him and patted him on the shoulder affectionately: "Good boy... old man, you are very loyal to protect the lord, I praise you for Yan Chicheng. So you tell me quietly, what the hell is that guy? How come..."

"Young master." The steward made his whole face twisted together, "The grave has been dug up, young master, take a quick look."

Xie Qiushi curled his lips regretfully, quickly squatted down, and reluctantly looked into the coffin.

"Hey." He exclaimed when he saw it, "Why is it full of bones? It's so bluffing."

In the green lacquered coffin, there was a white bone lying flat in the coffin, with his hands folded in front of his body, dressed as a peasant woman, with simple and plain attire, nothing special from head to toe.

Manager Ling explained: "They have all been dead for a hundred years, so naturally only the bones are left."

"No, no." Xie Qiushi shook his head again and again, "According to Zhu Bailing's temper, an ordinary mortal will die when he dies, whether a handful of ashes go with the wind or sink to the bottom along the lake, in her eyes, what difference does it make?" ? People can't be resurrected after death, she has become a fairy, what else can't she think about, to stick to these bones?"

"This..." Ling Guanshi said dully, "Perhaps the person in the coffin means a lot to her."

The head of Xie laughed and said, "Could it be the love affair that Fairy Zhu left behind in the mortal world? Let me see if there are any tokens of love hidden, colored paper and ruler..."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand and pawed at the bones, and the steward looked at him and stopped him: "Young master, men and women can't stand kissing each other! Yan Xiao is going to make trouble again when he sees it!"

Xie Qiushi said "Huh?", raised his head and asked, "Yan Xiao?"

Ling Guanshi slapped himself backhandedly, distorting half of his old face.

Xie Qiushi raised his eyebrows, but he didn't ask any further questions. He just smiled and said, "The word 'spirit' is what people live. .”

He carefully touched the clothes inside and out, and when he touched his chest, he slowed down and stroked along a few white bones. When the steward's face turned green again, he slowly withdrew his hand, still holding the cloth in his hand. With a long sternum.

Steward Ling: "Young Master, Young Master."

"Ling Jian." Xie Qiushi asked, "Do you have a sword with you?"

Ling Jian was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly responded, pulling out a long sword from behind his back as if conjuring, holding it in both hands and handing it to Xie Qiushi.

Xie Qiushi grasped the hilt of his sword and shook it lightly, the edge of the sword trembled and hummed.

He fixed his eyes, turned his wrist suddenly, and the snow blade flashed a silver light, and put it on Steward Ling's neck!

Ling Jian didn't dodge or dodge, he just stood on the spot with no expression on his face, and he didn't know if he was frightened.

"Cutting, chopping, stabbing, chopping, killing people with a sword is still easier. Stabbing people directly with the tip of a sword is something that children with different martial arts will do." Xie Qiushi smiled, put away the sword slowly, and turned to He took the sternum, twisted it in two small circles between his fingers, pinched a depression on the upper end of the white bone with his knuckles, and said, "This thing should not be pierced by a sword."

Ling Jian rolled his eyes slightly, as if he had finally come to his senses, and said, "Master Hui, it really doesn't look like a sword stab."

Master Xie nodded, and carried the long bone to pick and choose among the thirteen coffins. After pulling and scratching, he picked out several bones that were either bruised or pitted.

"It was all killed by one person." Master Xie clapped his hands, brushed off the dust on his sleeves, and said slowly, "Killed with one shot, simply and neatly."

"Master..."

Xie Qiushi ignored him, and murmured: "She felt ashamed of them, that's why she went against the usual style and gave them rich burials and worshiped them every day. They were killed by Zhu Bailing, Ling Jian, am I right?"

Ling Jian just kept his mouth shut and didn't say a word.

"I'll ask Yan Chicheng—the bastard tortoise must have lied to me about a whole bunch of other things again. The present is not as good as it used to be. This time I will tie him up and interrogate him carefully with a horsewhip!" Xie Qiushi snorted and said, " Ling Jian, you bury these bones back first, and then—”

Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly felt his eyelids darken and his nose smelled strange. He subconsciously closed his mouth and held his breath.

"Young master...it's already dark." Ling Guanshi said tremblingly, the hoarse voice of the old man was particularly strange in the bleak evening wind, like sandpaper rubbing back and forth on the bones, with a "hissing, hissing" sound , "Sunset on the west mountain, dark clouds cover the moon, that ghost is crying... it's time to start..."

The author says:

Make up for the second half of the last update!

It will be a normal update from tomorrow