I'm dead again [quick time travel]

Qiao Jiu opened his eyes, only feeling sore all over his body. He drooped his eyelids and looked at the ground. It was muddy ground, and there was a burning fire not far away.

The tip of the nose is a faint rotten smell.

He squeezed his eyes shut and opened them.

In front of him was a human face, pale with a tinge of blue.

Seeing Qiao Jiu wake up, the pale face stepped back and laughed.

Qiao Jiu licked his lips, but said nothing.

"What, are you scared?" The man sat down beside Qiao Jiu, and his arm touched Qiao Jiu, which was warm.

There was sarcasm in his tone: "Is it just so promising?"

Qiao Jiu remained silent.

The man felt bored, and returned to the other side of the cave with a thud.

Qiao Jiu lowered his head, thinking about his itinerary for the past few days.

And this troublesome oil bottle beside me.

He looked not far away, and there were several figures over there, wearing bamboo hats, their bodies were straight, a little stiff, and their hands were hanging down unnaturally.

Stand neatly one by one.

Qiao Jiu recited a formula, and one of the figures suddenly turned his head and raised his face hidden under the bamboo hat.

His face was livid, but intact,

Qiao Jiu was relieved.

The next day, when the sky was slightly bright, Qiao Jiu was woken up.

The man who called him was Tang Qing, a disciple of Qingfengguan.

Qingfeng Temple is very famous, it looks at Fengshui, and it also cares about ghosts and gods, so the disciples in the temple are inevitably a little arrogant.

Qiao Jiu's dead master was good friends with the master of Qingfeng Temple. The master often praised his only disciple in front of them before his death. After his death, the master even asked Qiao Jiu to go to their place.

But Qiao Jiu refused.

Qiao Jiu's talent is already high. In the words of his master, they can't give him anything at all, so he can only rely on him to figure it out slowly.

It is because of this that the viewer likes him even more.

On the contrary, some disciples of Qingfeng Temple harbored malice towards him.

Qiao Jiu's temper was cold and dull, he had never noticed these things, and even if he did, he wouldn't care.

And he also understands in his heart that it's just jealousy.

Jealous of his high talent, jealous that he is liked by the elders.

It's a pity that he has done a lot of tricks in private, but he has never been tricked.

As long as he has that strength, Qiao Jiu doesn't have to be afraid of anything.

Tang Qing was already eating.

Qiao Jiu stood up while thinking. There was a river not far away. He walked over, squatted on the river, and slowly lifted the mask on his face.

The river was very quiet, and Qiao Jiu's face was reflected on the river very clearly.

Cat eyes, big nose, red lips and white teeth, and a little baby fat on the face, but it doesn't look fat.

Not aggressive at all, Qiao Jiu tried to smile at himself in the water, but failed.

He couldn't smile.

I don't know if it was born or what, and he doesn't remember very clearly when he was a child.

The eyes are big and round, and the eyeballs are very black and clear, as if filled with water, but it's just ice water, and there is cold air between the brows and eyes, and you feel cold when you look at it.

Tang Qing's voice sounded not far away, Qiao Jiu shook off the water on his hands, stood up and walked slowly.

When Qiao Jiu passed by, Tang Qing was talking to himself, his voice was too low, and his pronunciation was vague, so he didn't know what to say.

Seeing Qiao Jiu come in, he just glanced at him, and then his tone became even worse.

Qiao Jiu glanced at him, his eyes were calm and emotionless.

This time they sent the corpse back to Huaizhou.

There are many locust trees in Huaizhou, and the yin is also heavy. Generally, few people are willing to go there, and even Taoist priests don't go there very often unless necessary.

Qiao Jiu is not afraid, he has been there several times, not only did the yin there not affect him, but his actions became more comfortable.

Qiao Jiu walked up to the row of corpses and checked the talisman papers on their foreheads one by one.

The talisman paper looked very new, without any wear and tear, but just now Qiao Jiu noticed that there was also a piece of talisman paper where Tang Qing slept last night, which was in dilapidated condition.

Sure enough, Tang Qing also found out.

He tore up the talisman paper cursingly and crumpled it into a ball.

Finding that Qiao Jiu was looking at him, he even glared at him: "What a fart!"

Qiao Jiu was expressionless: "That's right, you have self-knowledge."

After saying this, Qiao Jiu was a little surprised, as if he didn't understand why he said that.

Tang Qing was shaking with anger.

But Qiao Jiu ignored him. He took out a thick stack of yellow talisman paper from his pocket in front of him, and threw it out casually. Immediately, his hands made seals. The talisman paper did not fall to the ground, but seemed to fly away. .

Qiao Jiu looked at Tang Qing indifferently: "Let's go."

Tang Qing's face was not very good-looking, and Qiao Jiu had no intention of asking.

It was daylight, but there was no sun today, and the weather was overcast, with a mist hanging over the jungle.

The flying talisman floated slowly in the air, followed by several corpses. Tang Qing walked beside the corpses, and Qiao Jiu followed slowly at the end.

He felt weird, and he couldn't tell where it was, but he always felt that something was wrong.

Subconsciously wanted to ask, but froze the moment he opened his mouth.

Who does he want to ask?

Tang Qing turned around suddenly, frowning: "Can you hurry up?"

Qiao Jiu's thoughts were interrupted, and he clicked his tongue impatiently, because Tang Qing didn't hear it because he was far away, and only saw Qiao Jiu's cold gaze. Tang Qing's neck suddenly went numb, and he turned around immediately before Qiao Jiu could answer. Get up.

Qiao Jiu didn't pay much attention to Tang Qing's series of actions. Originally, he didn't have a good impression of this person. He often satirized himself with words. If he couldn't beat him, he probably would have started directly.

But these were trivial things to Qiao Jiu, he never cared much, otherwise Tang Qing wouldn't be able to stand here properly now.

Although I didn't take those unpleasant things to heart before, when I think about it now, I feel a little irritable in my heart.

He sneered inwardly as he thought of those unsavory words in his memory.

It takes half a month to get to Huaizhou, and this is only the fifth day, and there is still some grinding.

And one more thing.

Qiao Jiu lowered his eyes, with a smile on his lips.

Not urgent.

The sky was still dark, and a few crows flew overhead screaming, and the bare branches were swayed from side to side by the wind.

Qiao Jiu's fingers exposed outside his sleeves became icy cold.

There were six corpses, Qiao Jiu thought about his mission this time.

These corpses should be sent to Huaizhou.

None can be problematic.

The cry of the crow was close at hand. Qiao Jiu looked up and saw a few crows perched on the corpse, bouncing up and down with the movement of the corpse, their eyes were like people, staring at Qiao Jiu motionlessly.

As soon as Qiao Jiu raised his head, he directly met one of them.

One person and one bird looked at each other, but the forward movement did not stop.

After an unknown amount of time, there was another sharp cry, and the crow that was staring at Qiao Jiu suddenly flapped its wings and flew away.

It was originally squatting on a person's shoulder, but as soon as it flew away, the person turned his head.

Suddenly meeting a pair of pitch-black eyes, empty and lifeless, Qiao Jiu's heart skipped a beat.

He swallowed, but didn't make a sound.

When he regained his composure, he realized that it was Tang Qing.

But it wasn't like that, in just a split second, Tang Qing turned into that look again, glaring at Qiao Jiu.

Qiao didn't hide for a long time, and looked straight at him, his eyes still bright.

Did I just misread it?

Qiao Jiu blinked, feeling dizzy.

As the fog thickened, the talisman paper thrown by Qiao Jiu began to slow down, like a butterfly with injured wings, stumbling.

Qiao Jiu put two fingers together and threw out another piece of talisman paper, and the original one floated to the ground slowly.

Looking forward, Qiao Jiu felt that Tang Qing's walking posture was a bit weird, and every step seemed to be measured, about the same size.

But soon, he saw his footprints.

This road is muddy, and Qiao Jiu can clearly see his footprints as soon as he turns his head. Step by step, the distance is exactly the same.

There is a cool air rising from the back.

Qiao Jiu reached into his backpack and touched the talisman papers, feeling a little relieved.

The weather was not very good along the way, the clouds were low and the fog was shrouded in fog, but fortunately, nothing happened.

In the wilderness, there is no place to stay. Most of the time, I find a cave or flat ground, and I just fall asleep.

In a blink of an eye, half a month passed.

At last they reached a village.

Seeing a few houses from a distance, they were sparse. There was a plaque at the entrance of the village, which was not hung high, and half of it was blocked by weeds. Tang Qing quickly stepped forward to push aside the weeds, revealing the complete plaque.

It's quite old and still has some cracks on it.

Huaiqian.

This is the name of the village. After passing Huaiqian, it is Huaizhou.

Qiao Jiu raised his eyes and looked into the village. The village is not big and the terrain is flat. You can see the whole picture at a glance. There are only four or five families, and there is a locust tree near each house.

There are only five trees in the whole village.

The grass is overgrown, the sky is dark, and it looks very infiltrating.

Qiao Jiu stepped in.

Tang Qing followed immediately.

At the end were four bouncing corpses.

The wild grass was up to his knees, and Qiao Jiu went straight past it as if he hadn't encountered any obstacles.

He walked by, the grass was still the same, leaving no trace.

Glancing behind him from the corner of the eye, Tang Qing scraped the weeds to the sides as he walked, behind him was a bouncing corpse.

There was a strange sense of harmony.

Qiao Jiu turned his head and strode towards the nearest house.

There was a red lantern hanging on the locust tree next to the house. The light was weak and swayed with the wind, and it was about to go out.

Before Qiao Jiu reached the door, the door opened.

An old man with gray temples opened the door from the inside, his eyes narrowed: "Oh, rare visitor."

Qiao Jiu was expressionless.

The door was pushed open with a creaking sound: "Come in."

The door was very low, and Qiao Jiu lowered his head to enter the room. The oil lamp was lit in the room, and the light was dim and shadowy.

"To Huaizhou?" The old man's voice was hoarse and rough: "Did you bring five this time?"

Qiao Jiu nodded: "Four."

The old man froze for a moment, then glanced at Tang Qing who was entering the room: "I was wrong."

He carried a small lantern and walked towards the kitchen: "What do you want to eat?"

"It will be all right."

Tang Qing entered the room and sat on the nearest table: "Why is it so dark?"

The old man glanced at him with a smile, but didn't speak.

Qiao Jiu sat on the table next door, propped his chin with one hand and looked at the oil lamp in front of him with empty eyes.

Four corpses stood motionless against the wall.

The night was very quiet, and Tang Qing didn't know what he thought of, so he opened the door and was about to go out.

"Little brother," the old man's voice sounded: "It's so late, it's better not to go out."

Tang Qing turned to stare at him.

Qiao Jiu raised his head lightly: "If you don't want to die, just stay there."

Perhaps because his tone was too fierce, Tang Qing actually came back and sat down.

Before, he wouldn't be so obedient.

After a while, the old man brought out two bowls of noodles in clear soup and placed them in front of them.

The pure white noodles, with two small cabbages floating on top, look pitiful.

Tang Qing: ...

Qiao Jiu pulled out the bamboo chopsticks with a natural expression, picked them up and put them in his mouth.

The noodles were really bland, and the soup was like plain water. Tang Qing couldn't figure out how Qiao Jiu could eat it.

At least he lost his appetite looking at it.

So he looked at the old man sitting on the counter: "Is there any food?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he found that the old man's gaze was a bit strange, even Qiao Jiu glanced at him.

"What's wrong?" He was a little dazed.

"Little brother," the old man laughed, with deep wrinkles and an erratic voice: "In Huaiqian and Huaizhou, you can't eat rice."

"why?"

The old man stopped talking.

Qiao Jiu glanced at him: "Eat yours."

Tang Qing shut up.

Even so, he didn't go to eat the bowl of noodles, but took something from his bag to eat.

Joe was noncommittal for a long time.

He will not deliberately target Tang Qing, but if he seeks death himself, he will not rush to stop him.

Qiao Jiu ate very quickly. It was already late at night, and there were crows outside, one after another. Even if he didn't see it with his own eyes, he could still imagine the terrible amount.

"Wow-wow-wow-"

Qiao Jiu was used to it, but Tang Qing seemed a little shy: "Why are there so many crows?"

The old man smiled: "Don't worry, as long as you don't go out, they won't come in."

Qiao Jiu took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, then nodded to the old man, "Excuse me."

"Still want the third floor?"

"Ah."

The old man walked back to the counter, bent down as if looking for something, raised his head after a while, and handed Qiao Jiu a bunch of keys in his hand: "Take it. The second room on the left on the third floor."

Qiao Jiu nodded.

"Wait!" Tang Qing grabbed Qiao Jiu: "Where is the third floor here?!"

Qiao Jiu lowered his eyes and pulled his hand away.

"Hahaha," the old man's laughter sounded, Tang Qing looked over and saw his trembling beard and strange eyes, he stared straight at Tang Qing, and pointed his fingers elsewhere: "Look, there is nowhere else." ?"

Tang Qing turned her head blankly, and the door hidden in the corner slowly opened, revealing the stairs behind.

"Little brother," Tang Qing shivered when the cool wind suddenly blew past his ears, and his head suddenly became dizzy. Hearing the sinister voice, he said next to his ear, "Did you see it?"

The author has something to say:

I'm going to practice the car. I don't know how long I can save the manuscript. I don't know if I can code when I am practicing. It's too difficult. Q_Q