Chapter 10 Nether
Zhou Zishu stared at the palm print for a moment, then suddenly turned the corpse over and pulled off his jacket-only to see that there was a palm print on the back of the corpse in the same place.
Wen Kexing sighed and asked, “Is he burned as a cake, or was he beaten through?”
Zhou Zishu said indifferently: “No one has spent so much effort to beat a dead person. He was beaten through a palm. With this kind of palm, I have only known one person in the past fifty years…”
Wen Kexing then said, “I like Sun Ding’s Raksha Palm.”
Zhou Zishu glanced at him, without a word, bent down, and carefully fumbled on Mu Yunge’s corpse. He actually took out a few silver tickets and a pile of scattered silver from Mu Yunge’s body: “Well, from the middle of the night. Zhaojiazhuang walked out secretly, and brought a entanglement…” Zhou Zishu touched his arms-and brought it.
“Brother Wen, this night owl is definitely not out to rob sex. Generally, people who rob sex don’t bring so many silver coins.”
“The robbers don’t seem to bring a change of clothes.” With his feet, Wen Kexing drew out a small package from the bushes on one side, which was also wrapped in black cloth, and contained some baggage such as changing clothes.
The land in the forest is moist and soft, with messy footprints, but there are no traces of fighting. Except for the deadly palm, there are no other injuries on Mu Yunge’s body, and his famous broken sword is all on him. , This sharp weapon did not even have time to get out of the sheath.
Mu Yunge’s kung fu is not weak, and he will never fight back like a baby who has not been weaned. Zhou Zishu was silent for a moment and thought, that is the respectful and respectful owner of Broken Sword Villa, and Guigu Xisangguiyue. On the willow head, after the dusk?
A bloody story that was thought to be deeply affectionate, but who knows that someone turns into anger from shame, and finally turns around.
It seems that three people have appeared here. Mu Yunge’s footprints stop here. The other two people seem to be not the same thing. They went in different directions. One of them seemed to be following Mu Yunge. Like Zhou Zishu, he once squatted in front of the body to check.
Zhou Zishu squatted on the ground, digging into the roots of the old problem. He felt like a cat scratching in his heart. He wanted to follow his footsteps and look at it, but his reason told him that this must be a troublesome thing. The omniscient and omnipotent leader of the skylight is no longer necessary to find yourself awkward.
Wen Kexing saw him squatting indecently on the ground, thinking about the posture that he could not afford to squat in life. After observing him for a while, he finally couldn’t help but open his mouth: “Aren’t you chasing him?”
Zhou Zishu glanced at him and continued the battle between heaven and man.
Wen Kexing thought for a while, and suddenly walked out following the second person’s footsteps, saying, “Then I will chase.”
Zhou Zishu subconsciously followed him away, wondering: “Are you going to be nosy?”
Wen Kexing said sternly: “Someone killed the owner of Broken Sword Villa. I am a good person who likes to accumulate virtue and do good, so I decided to take care of it and give it a try. I am idle anyway.”
Zhou Zishu felt that his last sentence was very reasonable, nodded, thought about it, and then asked: “Then why don’t you chase the footprints of the first person? That person’s footprints are extremely light, and his skill is probably among the three. The deepest one, if the person who followed Mu Yunge secretly came out of Zhaojiazhuang, the one in front must be Sun Ding.”
Wen Kexing said with a blushing face, “You are going to chase the ghosts, you chase them yourself, and I will not go. Although I am a nosy person, I am afraid of death.”
Zhou Zishu was silently stunned by his frankness, and followed Wen Kexing all the way. During the period, he naturally noticed Wen Kexing’s footsteps—he actually had no footprints.
A person who walked on Xue Wuhen said that he was afraid of joys and ghosts and death.
Zhou Zishu, who used to be in charge of Da Nei gossip, immediately decided to succumb to the desires in his heart, and decided to follow him to see what happened—anyway, he was going to die, and the people who were dying were afraid of what they wanted.
The two art masters dared to shuttle through the forest, and then on a riverside, they found the person they were following-Huashan Yu Tianjie.
He was hung from a tree by a silver silk like spider silk, his head fell halfway, and a little bit attached to his neck, fluttering in the breeze, shaking.
A drop of blood fell, Wen Kexing took a step back to prevent dead blood from splashing on his body, then he raised his hand slightly, and pushed Yu Tianjie on his body, and Yu Tianjie’s neck and head were completely separated. ——The head was still stuck to that thread, and the body fell suddenly. Wen Kexing touched him, curled his lips and said, “It’s still warm, just dead.”
“Spider silk.” Zhou Zishu looked up at Yu Tianjie, then paused, “Hang the ghost’s spider silk.”
This Taihu Lake is destined to be lively.
Suddenly Zhou Zishu moved his ears and shouted, “Who?!”
Then a black shadow violently burst from behind the tree and flew out like a big bat. Several ups and downs were missing. Zhou Zishu jumped to follow him without even thinking about it.
Wen Kexing paused in place, and said: “I’m afraid of death, afraid of death… Um… I can’t stay here alone if I’m afraid of death.” So he followed.
Zhou Zishu buckled a pine cone in his hand, flicked his fingers, and grabbed the back of the man in black. However, he was already weak in the latter half of the night. After chasing for such a long time, it seemed that he was a little weak. The man just threw forward, did not fall down as he expected, did not look back, and ran even more.
Zhou Zishu was a little confused, wondering if this really hangs the ghost Xue Fang? Naturally, he would not think that he was not Xue Fang’s opponent, but if he was really one of the ten evil spirits of Qingzhuling, would he run away so desperately when he saw such an unknown man like himself?
Zhou Zishu thought in surprise: “I’m not looking at a demon mirror…”
A few ups and downs out of the woods. Behind the woods is a large cemetery. The faint ghost fires are scattered everywhere. The hanged ghost seems to have finally arrived in his own territory, and his figure is more like a ghost. I wonder if it is Zhou Zishu’s illusion. In this graveyard in the middle of the night, it seemed that someone was laughing “chuckling”, and the laughter was also coming and going, which really made people stand upright.
Then, the figure of the hanged ghost flickered in the ghost fire, and it disappeared out of thin air.
Zhou Zishu stopped abruptly.
Wen Kexing also stopped next to him, the blue light of the ghost fire reflected on his handsome face, and it seemed that his slightly irregular face had become weird. In the distance, there was howling of unknown animals, a mouse. Suddenly came out of the ground, not afraid of people, staring at the two of them in a daze, wondering if they had eaten a dead person, those small eyes turned out to be red.
The hanged ghost disappeared under a big locust tree, and an owl stood on the branch, tilting his head to look at the two uninvited guests.
Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing inspected the tree several times, but did not see any clues, Zhou Zishu frowned: “Damn it…”
Then he heard a strange laughter, and looked up at Wen Kexing horribly. Wen Kexing pointed to the owl on the tree. The laughter actually came from the beak of the ghost.
Owl and Zhou Zi Shu on the TV for a long while, suddenly spread his wings to fly away.
Wen Kexing said: “When I was a child, I heard that I am not afraid of owls barking, but I am afraid that owls laugh. When I heard that this thing laughs, someone will die. Are you afraid?”
Zhou Zishu began to study the tombstone under the big locust tree. There was no word written on it. He said casually, “Two people are dead.”
Wen Kexing probably thought it was very atmospheric, so he ignored him and continued with interest: “I heard that there was a village where a villager held a bowl of red water in his hand one year and was knocked over by an owl. Twenty people died in one village that year.”
Zhou Zishu looked up at him.
Wen Kexing deliberately lowered his voice seriously, “This is the real thing.”
Zhou Zi asked uncomprehendingly: “Why does a villager have a bowl of red water in his hand?”
Wen Kexing choked, turned his head and coughed.
Zhou Zishu smiled slightly, and suddenly stretched out his hand to hold the tombstone under the locust tree, and exerted a slight force. The tombstone was actually moving. Then he vigorously broke the tombstone aside, only to hear a “squeak”, the ground was actually A hole was opened out of thin air, and there was a black hole in it, and I didn’t know how deep it was.
Wen Kexing hurriedly came to look around the cave entrance several times, and exclaimed, “I heard that the place where the yin and yang are connected is the place where the yin in the world gathers. There must be a half-dead old locust tree next to it— The locust tree is the most yin thing, a ghost tree. Have you ever heard of it?”
Zhou Zishu put his arms on his chest and watched him with a blank face as he continued to tell ghost stories.
Wen Kexing said vividly: “There is an unnamed grave under Laohuai. Below is the legendary Huangquan Road. Every half of the night in July, a ghost from the underworld crawls out from here and returns to the sun. Huangquan Road It’s extremely cold, when you reach the end, you will reach the Guimen Pass. After the Guimen Pass, you will no longer be alive. All the way to the other shore, you will reach the Naihe Bridge…Hello!”
Zhou Zishu has already jumped down.
Wen Kexing was stunned as he watched his figure disappear into the gloomy hole, and then jumped right after him. He landed steadily and felt very soft. As soon as he raised his head, Zhou Zishu looked at him with a smile and asked, “Why, brother Wen is also interested in coming to see what Huangquan Road Chief looks like?”
Wen Kexing nodded earnestly: “So when I tell others next time, I can also solemnly fill in the three words’is the truth’.”
Zhou Zishu shook his head and smiled. Suddenly, Wen Kexing gave a “hush”, frowned, listened for a while, and asked in a low voice: “Did you… hear it? What sound?”
Zhou Zishu distinguished it carefully for a while, then hesitated and said: “…the sound of water?”
Wen Kexing’s eyes lit up in an instant, and he walked out ahead of him without forgetting to lower his voice and said, “It’s really true!”
There was a very narrow and long path in front of the two. The two men could not walk side by side. They had to bow their shoulders and shrink their necks. They could barely pass one after another. Zhou Zishu was forced to keep his head down slightly, very uncomfortable. , Frowned, wondering if the Huangquan Road I took was not orthodox, it was dug specifically for women and children?
I don’t know how long it took before this long narrow path was finished. A lot of dust fell on both of them, and the front suddenly opened up-connected to a huge crypt, a small river flowing in front of them, I don’t know from the beginning. In the end, where to go.
There seemed to be wind in the crypt, and I don’t know where it came from. It was everywhere, but it was getting colder and colder.
This time Wen Kexing also shut up, and stopped mentioning his nonsense about “It’s extremely cold on Huangquan Road”.