Talk about the world of mortals in detail

If the soul has temperature, Zhong Xingwen's soul must be frozen by the cold like this body.

This corpse did not completely fall apart as Zhong Xingwen suspected, indicating that there was still some old skin and flesh attached to the body, and even some blackened linen cloth was attached to the body.

The stench appeared along with the hideous face of the corpse, and Zhong Xingwen froze on the spot against the wall of the well.

Another part of Daozhang Xue's words also appeared in his mind at this moment.

"Although the evil ghost was killed by Pindao yesterday, the coexistence of ghosts and monsters yesterday was unusual. Pindao suspects that even if you find the place here, there might be another evil ghost waiting for you."

Zhong Xingwen's face didn't know whether it was more water or sweat at this moment, and he couldn't place his hope on the wet spell.

A few breaths of time seemed as long as a few hours.

Not long after the bones floated up, part of the bones floated on the water, less than a foot away from the stiff Zhong Xingwen.

At this moment, even the moonlight falling in the sky seemed dark.

"Ho ho."

After a long time, Zhong Xingwen exhaled a shaky breath, both because he was frozen by the bitingly cold well water and also because he was frightened.

Even though Zhong Xingwen himself was brave enough, he was almost frightened and lost his voice.

It's just bones, no ghost appears!

At least, I didn't see it

Zhong Xingwen could only comfort himself in his heart, because the spell was already wet, and even if there was a ghost here, he might not be able to detect it. Then he couldn't help but speak in a low voice.

"I know that you died unjustly and unwillingly. I'm here to catch the person who killed you, and I came here specifically to avenge you. Every injustice has its owner, and every debtor has its owner. If you want to find it, go find the person who killed you!"

Having said this, Zhong Xingwen took a deep breath and spoke in a deep voice again.

"You died unwillingly and undeservedly, and you died in an unclear and unjust way! I, Zhong Xingwen, sit upright and behave upright! I came all the way to avenge you. If you knew better, you should not have harmed me, but should have helped me. !”

After saying this, Zhong Xingwen looked at the floating bones again, forcing himself to calm down, but his eyes were locked on the bones and never relaxed for a moment.

When Taoist Xue was recovering from his injuries, Zhong Xingwen also talked a lot with him. Ghosts were once humans, and even those with deep resentments may not be incapable of reasoning. Mainly, he had no other choice at this time.

After a while, the terrifying bones slowly fell apart, and the biting cold seemed to ease.

Zhong Xingwen was finally able to resume more rational thinking, and he felt slightly relieved.

Taking a closer look at the partially scattered bones, it was obvious that the number was wrong.

That is to say

Zhong Xingwen lowered his head and looked at the water. There is still a part below!

Gritting his teeth, the next moment, there was a slight sound of water on the surface of the well, and Zhong Xingwen dived down again.

Above the mouth of the well, a man in blue robes looked calmly into the well. He was just about to take action and stopped thinking.

No wonder the Lord Yunlai valued this catcher. The righteousness in his heart had been aroused. He was indeed very human. He could actually make the evil spirit stop his thoughts of harming others and save himself.

The person at the mouth of the well is not a human, but a blue-robed ghost, one of the thirty-six ghosts in the Tiangang of Yunlai Hall. Although it is called a ghost, it is actually a god.

In the bitterly cold well water below, the county government official, who had fear and righteousness in his heart, kept using his strength to dive down the well wall. This time he dived to the deepest point, and after hitting the bottom, he groped around.

After a long time.

"Wow, wow, wow."

The surface of the well was once again stirred by people floating up, and Zhong Xingwen got up from the bottom of the well.

"Ho ho ho ho ho"

While Zhong Xingwen was panting, he struggled to lift it with his right hand, and a stream of sewage flowed up along with the thing he lifted. It was a sack.

The pale-faced Zhong Xingwen gasped for breath, and with trembling hands he unfolded the sack more. Sure enough, half of the corpse was left inside.

Even though he had been a head catcher for so many years, Zhong Xingwen felt chills and shudders when he thought about what happened to this woman before she died!

This sack was originally tied with ropes and hung with stones and sank at the bottom of the well. Perhaps the holes were opened due to the agitation of the current while diving for it.

Daochang Xue said that she died of drowning, which means that Zhang was actually still alive when she was sunk.

At this moment, Zhong Xingwen didn't know whether he was more angry or fearful. He forced himself to calm down, steady his trembling hands, and put all the scattered bones into the sack.

Then Zhong Xingwen grabbed the sack with one hand, propped his limbs on the well wall, and crawled upward bit by bit like a gecko swimming on the wall.

The blue-robed ghost by the well above also disappeared into nothingness at this moment.

When Zhong Xingwen climbed out of the well, he first threw the sack with the bones on the ground, and then he collapsed on the ground and gasped.

"Ho ho. Ho. Ho."

After breathing for a while and regaining some consciousness in his body, Zhong Xingwen did not dare to rest more. He immediately stood up and looked around again, then picked up the sack and left.

When they returned to the old man's yard, the donkey and the old horse tied in the livestock shed began to bray uneasily, and their hooves kept pacing back and forth.

However, Zhong Xingwen couldn't care too much at the moment. Someone was already chasing him here. He didn't dare to think whether he had been exposed, but it was definitely not optimistic.

Zhong Xingwen temporarily placed the body outside the house and went back to the house.

Instead of continuing to sleep at the old man's house or leaving a book, Zhong Xingwen packed up all his belongings, put on dry clothes, left a piece of silver, about one tael, and left immediately.

When I went to the stable to fetch the horse, the old horse was restless in the stable. It was so docile that it was almost human, and it was not even willing to follow Zhong Xingwen away.

"Hiss, vomit, vomit."

The horse's hooves were pacing back and forth in the shed. Zhong Xingwen couldn't pull it easily, but he didn't dare to make too much noise.

No matter how slow Zhong Xingwen is, he understands that these animals may have some special feelings, and they are restless and restless, all because of the bones in their hands.

But at this moment Zhong Xingwen had already taken back his luggage and had the things given by Taoist Xue in his hands.

More importantly, Zhong Xingwen also had a sense of righteousness in his heart that supported him. He walked into the barn, got close to the horse and gently stroked his head.

"Horse, horse, you were once a war horse. I have experienced war and seen people fighting with swords, guns and sticks. I know you are afraid, but you and I are here for justice, justice, and punishment of evildoers. What's the point? Be afraid!"

This old horse seemed to really understand human nature. After Zhong Xingwen said this with a slight trembling, he gradually became quiet.

"Hoo"

Zhong Xingwen stroked the old horse.

"Okay guys, let's go!"

He led the horse out of the stable. Before leaving, he saw a dry sack beside the shed, and Zhong Xingwen also took it.

Zhong Xingwen was not sure where the people who were chasing him would be, so he did not dare to walk from the place where he originally entered the village. He deliberately chose a trail and changed a bag to contain the bones on the road. He also put an extra bag outside and put the Taoist priest's The charms and magical instruments made me feel at ease.

One person and one horse left the village with the sack containing the bones. Not long after leaving Xiaogu Village, Zhong Xingwen started galloping on his horse.

Zhong Xingwen didn't know if the people who came here were related to Guan Xinrui, but it was obviously an extremely dangerous signal.

My body has not recovered yet, and even if I recover, I may not be the opponent, so I can only escape quickly and think of a way.

Because he was afraid that the man would chase him, Zhong Xingwen did not dare to take the main road, but chose the small road to gallop.

Although this horse is old, it is obvious that the seller is not bragging. It was once a war horse and now its hooves are flying on the ground at an astonishing speed.

Even Zhong Xingwen, who was in a hurry, was surprised and pleasantly surprised.

But an old horse is an old horse after all, and its physical strength is far less than what it was in its prime. Although it runs fast and has the style of the battlefield, it cannot last for long.

Fortunately, when the old horse gradually lost strength and slowed down, according to Zhong Xingwen's estimation, they were far enough away from the village.

"Rumble"

There was thunder in the gloomy sky, and it seemed like it was going to rain.

Zhong Xingwen, who was not actually familiar with the roads here, chose to take the trail to avoid the man. After galloping on his horse, he was already a little lost.

“Crash, la, la, la”

It was cold in late autumn and the rain was freezing and biting. Zhong Xingwen rode his horse galloping around on the mountain road.

Rather than saying that people are driving horses, it is more like old horses carrying people to find the way.

When the rain became heavier and heavier, one person and one horse found a ruined temple in the mountain. Zhong Xingwen was surprised and hurriedly dismounted and led the horse inside.

The statue of the god in this ruined temple has long fallen on the altar. I don't know if it is a mountain temple or an earth temple, but there are still firewood and hay. Apparently, people pass by here occasionally for convenience.

Zhong Xingwen was already cold and tired, and did not bother to tie up his horse. He took out his belongings, used flint to start a fire, and then lit some bonfires. Then he took some hay to keep warm, and shivered in the haystack.

Watching the flames dancing in the bonfire, Zhong Xingwen, who had been exhausted for the past few days, fell asleep unconsciously.

When Zhong Xingwen fell asleep, the old horse seemed restless, stepping back and forth with its four hooves, shaking off the bag of bones hanging from the horse's body.

But at this moment, an extremely cold breath overflowed from the bag of bones, and a lot of blood spilled from the bottom of the bag.

"Hiss, woo, woo~~~"

The old horse paced back and forth, restless in front of the sleepy Zhong Xingwen, but did not leave.

At this moment, where the ruined temple statue was, a voice shouted angrily.

"Evil obstacle - how dare you harm others -"

Huh~~

A flash of divine light flashed, and a man holding a hatchet rushed out from the collapsed statue, swinging the knife to chop at the sack.

"Dang~"

The two divine lights collided with each other, and the man holding the hatchet was shocked back several steps, and then looked forward in surprise.

What stood in front of the man's hatchet just now was a silver ruler, and the owner of this ruler was a blue-robed young man, who was looking at him at the moment.

"Who are you and why did you stop me?"

The man in blue robe put the ruler back into his sleeve, looked at the man and then raised his hand in salute.

"I am one of the thirty-six gods of Yunlai Palace Tiangang under the jurisdiction of the Great Emperor of Subduing Demons and Xian Sheng. I am a blue-robed scholar! This fierce ghost was transformed into a poor man after his death. He has been greatly wronged. I hope the god will show mercy!"

"Emperor Fumo? Yunlai Palace?"

Hearing the other party's doubtful inquiry, the blue-robed ghost smiled helplessly. Even in this far north, the name of the Demon-Suppressing Saint was not useless. It could only be said that the little god in front of him was not good enough.

In his sleep, Zhong Xingwen's eyelids twitched violently, and he seemed to be aware of the outside world in a trance.