"I remember it was April, because the tavern I opened by the Jiang River only bought goods in April. As soon as I moved in a wine jar that day, those two weirdos came in, pulled over a bench and sat down , pressed the table with one hand, and made a gesture with the other hand, which meant a pot of pine mash, his movements were so skillful, I thought I had forgotten an old customer."
"Have these two been here before?" Mu Ziyun asked.
"I thought I had been here before, because there are a few rules in the tavern that I am accustomed to. They are all regular customers. If you want pine mash, you need three fingers. I knew it at a glance." The old man recalled, "But I thought about it. , Hey, I really didn’t remember these two people, so I walked up and started talking. "
The old man closed his eyes, became interested, and simply ate the porridge, "One is named Qian and the other is Kun. The two seemed to have been fighting to make each other angry. They talked at the same time without even looking at each other. Hey, The things they do are exactly the same, and I still think they look familiar, hehe."
"Are they the only two? Is there a beautiful girl with a black and white face or a dog?"
"No!" the old man waved his hand and said: "There are many dogs in the village, and there are also many women. How can you find beautiful women? What does the black and white face mean?"
It turned out that only Qiankun appeared, and the others were elsewhere. Mu Ziyun then asked: "You just said that what they did and said were the same?"
"Yes, for example, I asked them their names, and they all answered at the same time. I remember very clearly the movements of drinking wine. They all had to hold their sleeves back. One of them obviously had short sleeves, but he still made two gestures in the air while eating. You have to use the tip of your tongue to taste the flavor first, and the timing of swallowing it is the same, hey, do you think it’s weird or not?”
On the way here, Mu Ziyun thought about a hypothesis. In his last conversation with the demons, he learned that there is a power in the demons' bodies. Let's call it demon energy. This demon energy has its own consciousness and can interfere with the demon's actions. Mu Ziyun thought, this demon organization seems to have come out of thin air. There is almost no information about them. If talented people from all over the country really took the initiative to form such an organization, it is impossible that no one knows their details.
There is a possibility that the demon energy originally existed in isolation, and later entered some people's bodies through some means and gave them abilities. Depending on the strength of the abilities, the effects will be different, but There is a common consciousness. Qiankun's consistent actions at that time is an example. The possessed person was completely controlled by the demonic energy at first. Gradually, the demonic energy became weaker and their own consciousness recovered.
"Old man, you thought they looked familiar at the time. Could it be that they are the same people you have met before, but their temperament and appearance have changed slightly."
"When I was seven or eight years old, I was serving wine with my father. I saw a lot of people, but I never missed it. The people who came to the pub were usually people from the village. Occasionally in autumn, there were passers-by who went into the mountains to catch wild animals, and that was all. I remember several groups of people very clearly. Besides, I didn’t mean that their appearance was familiar, but their movements were familiar.”
"The act of drinking wine?" Mu Ziyun thought, guessing that the demon could even change the appearance of the possessed person, "If you think about it carefully, who drinks wine like this."
"Who? People who study have wide sleeves. They have to hold their sleeves up to avoid getting stained when they eat wine. There is not much money for being sour and sour, but there are many ways to eat."
Mu Ziyun was still unwilling to give up, and then asked: "Let's not talk about those two weirdos. Think about it, during those few days in April, did any other strange things happen in the village, such as someone missing, someone dying, etc. ."
The old man sighed and said: "Some, others don't remember, but I know that there is such a person, and his name is also clear, his name is Xie Helin. He studied for several years, moved here from somewhere else, and bought two places. He only had an old father, who was ill but loved gambling. In the first few years, he lived a normal life. One winter, Xie Helin rushed to the city to do some teaching work. When he came back, he found his father hanging from a beam. It was said that he went there again I gambled and lost my family's land. I felt so regretful that I didn't want to live anymore."
"It doesn't matter if his father dies. He has to pay off the rest of the debt. If he doesn't find a way, he has to throw away his books and go to work where they show him. He shovels dirt in the same clothes he wore when he was studying, and speaks in an energetic manner. He loves to offend people, so no one pays attention to him, and he rarely talks. A few times I saw him talking to himself. I know him very well. He likes to drink. Every time he comes back from work, Everyone has to come to my restaurant for a few bites of pine mash, every day, for five or six years in a row."
"It's a coincidence that the two weirdos came at the same time as Sheikhlin usually came in, so I remember it very clearly. From that day on, I haven't seen Sheikhlin. He is not popular, and no one cares about him. I have a headache. It felt awkward not seeing him for a few days, so I went to his house to have a look. After all, we have seen each other for so many years and we have a bit of a friendship. If something happens, I can help him. "
"His house is right on the edge of the Jiang River. It's easy to find. After I got there, I went in without locking the door. There was no one inside and the furnishings were in order. It didn't look like a thief was being invited. So I just waited and it wasn't even dark. I came back after seeing someone. I went there a few times later, but there were no changes in his home, but the person really disappeared. Only then did I know that something had happened to him, but no one cared about it, so I let the news go and said Afraid that something had happened to this man, he had someone kidnapped him and then ignored him. "
"That's him!" Mu Ziyun sat up and held the old man's hand tightly, "Master! Where is his home, please take me to see it."
"Uh-huh, I can't walk."
"It's okay, I'll take you flying." Mu Ziyun grabbed the old man's waist and flew into the sky. The old man was so frightened that he vomited on the spot and fell down in a hurry.
The old man's legs were bent, he touched his chest and twitched for a long time, crying: "What do you do! What do you do!"
"None of this is important, old man. I have something urgent. In this case, I will carry you on my back." After saying that, Mu Ziyun lifted him up and ran outside in a hurry.
"Stop, stop!" the old man muttered on his back.
Mu Ziyun had already been delayed for a day, and knowing that the people on Qingshan Mountain couldn't hold on for long, he begged the old man nicely and continued walking to the river without stopping.
The old man is getting older and can't remember things clearly. He said that it was easy to find the way, but he couldn't find it after walking for a long time. He returned to the location of his former tavern, searching step by step based on his senses, always stopping halfway.
"Hey!" The old man patted his white head and suddenly realized: "I have a bad memory. His house has been flooded a long time ago, and the road has disappeared a long time ago."
Flooded? Mu Ziyun thought of something and immediately asked, "Sir, did those two weirdos disappear after the Jiang River rose and flooded Xie Helin's house?"
The old man thought for a while and nodded: "Yes, it really happened together."
"Think about it again. At first, you thought the movements of those two weirdos were familiar. Are they exactly the same as the movements of Xie Helin when he was eating wine?"
"Uh-huh! Don't tell me. I didn't think about it at first. You're right. They're exactly the same. Hold up your sleeves and use the tip of your tongue to taste it. It's Xie Helin, huh? Why do they look so alike?"
"Sir, are you sure that the two weirdos in Qiankun all move and speak the same way?"
"Sure, I remember it clearly."
Mu Ziyun thanked him a few times, carried the old man back on his back, took out some money and kept it, and then flew to the Jiang River.
After falling down and stepping on the water, Mu Ziyun lowered his head and began to think. Xie Helin is the person possessed by demon energy, but why are Qian and Kun so similar? Obviously one can fight and the other is smart, but if we look at the other monsters now, there are no similarities.
"The civil and military worlds are each good at one thing, but their movement habits are the same. They seem to have gone to two extremes. Could it be that the demon can make Xie Helin split into two? Then how to explain the other demons? Could the eight demons be divided into four people? Coming?"
Mu Ziyun tried hard to recall every detail of his meeting with the demon, and based on the premise that Qiankun was one person, he could infer the secret of the demon organization. He discovered something strange. The demons rarely talked to each other. Maybe they had weird temperaments. Everyone has a fixed expression, Bai Yao's charming, Yao Jing's strange. But Mu Ziyun saw different expressions twice. The first time was in the cemetery, when he was seriously injured by the Yin Yang ghost and almost died. At this time, Yin Yang Gui and Bai Yao talked, and their expressions became more intense.
The second time was when the demon power interfered with the demons a few days ago. The demon seemed to reveal its true nature, such as the normal voice of the Yin Yang ghost and the normal mouth of the demon king. This is all like a habit of hiding oneself in front of others. Only when there is no one around or when the consciousness is unclear, will one relax. It is very similar to the Xie Helin mentioned by the old man.
So since Xie Helin can separate the two people of Qian and Kun, why can't he continue to separate into eight people? Think about it, the eight demons of them have different abilities and very different personalities, but when they talk, they are all talking about me, I Why, he never talks about us, as if he is the only one.
"That's him, Xie Helin!" Mu Ziyun shouted.
