I feel strange, why is there an old man chopping wood here at this late night?
Although the moon is huge and bright as day, isn't he afraid of such a place?
I took a closer look at the old man's hands and found that they were thin and tender, and as white as paper!
Looking at his face again, it was gray and black, almost like the face of a dead person, so I secretly opened my eyes, and suddenly found that there was no sun fire on his shoulders, only three green will-o'-wisps fluttering in the wind...
What's even weirder is that the old man has no chin and his whole body is made of skin and bones. Look at his nails. They are very sharp. There are many coffin fragments embedded in the nails...
"Isn't this just a dead ghost?"
I heard from Master Three that thin ghosts with long nails with broken wood or dirt inside are usually old men who starved to death during the feudal period.
The grievances of this kind of old man are no weaker than those of the abortion brats in modern society!
Because when they were alive, their children were unwilling to support them, so they nailed them alive in coffins, or dug a pit and let them slowly starve to death in it.
People call this type of pit or cave a jisei kiln, or an old man's cave.
These old people, before they die, will struggle desperately, constantly digging into the coffin with their hands, or digging in the soil, trying to climb out.
However, he could not escape starvation to death in the end! Therefore, once such old people become lonely ghosts, they will naturally become filled with resentment. But their desire is very low, they just want a bite to eat.
Therefore, those who practice evil can often get a parasitic ghost to fight for them without any effort, just a few bowls of water and rice. Speaking of which, these old men are pitiful and pathetic.
So, when Zha Zhawen's hand touched the Black Iron Sword, I gave him a look and asked him to put it down.
"Old man, since Master Zhou asked you to kill us, why didn't you do it directly instead of telling us so much? Although I know that woodcutters are very hard-working and often have to go home under the stars and moon, but this kind of ghost place , The woodcutters will never come here at night. Not to mention at night, they probably don’t even dare to come during the day!”
"So, do you think we will believe these nonsense you are telling us?"
The old man burst out laughing.
In the blink of an eye, the whole person completely revealed his original shape.
"Holy crap! This...this..."
This appearance is more than ten times more terrifying than what I saw with my clairvoyance!
I saw his eyes were sunken, his tongue was hanging out, his lips were chapped, and there was a big hole in his abdomen that was swollen from hunger. Countless white maggots were squirming inside the cave.
There is a sour smell in the air...
It can be seen that this old man not only starved to death before his death, but was also infected with some kind of disease. He watched his abdomen rot and get maggots, and finally died in loneliness and pain!
"Woooooooo!" The old man laughed for a while and suddenly burst into tears.
"Old man..."
After learning the identity of the other party, my eyes felt sore, and I couldn't help but cry.
"Old man, if you want to eat, I will prepare a nice table for you when you go back. If you are willing, give me your name and date of birth, and I will set up a memorial tablet for you when you go back. Why do you have to sacrifice your life for an evil cultivator like Master Zhou?"
Zhang Jiawen looked at me with a puzzled look on his face, reached out and shook my shoulder, and whispered: "Hey! Hey! Brother Fengchen, are you... obsessed? This old man... why are you crying with him? "
"Brother, do you have any paper money?" I asked.
Zha Zhawen shook his head and hurriedly stepped aside, muttering: "Why am I pretending to be fine?"
At this moment, the old man stood up suddenly, and his body was surrounded by a black ghostly aura. Just listen to him giggling: "Little baby! What the old man said to you, there is absolutely no lie..."
"You... you don't want to leave, you want to seek your own death, then I will help you, old man!"
"bass!!!"
The old man's body suddenly jumped up high like a spring, and then suddenly fell from the air like a cannonball, hitting Zhang Jiawen's head directly!
Fortunately, Zhang Jiawen was very skilled. He moved his body slightly and swung back like a swing.
The old man stretched his hands forward, and his arms instantly became longer, and his sharp claws directly grabbed Zhang Jiawen's neck.
Zhang Jiawen stepped back, raised the Black Iron Sword, and struck the old man's palm without hesitation.
Facing the dark iron sword that shone with cold light, the old man didn't even dare to dodge, but directly stretched out his hand to catch it.
"Boom!!"
With a crisp sound, the Black Iron Sword struck directly into the old man's two palms.
"hey-hey!!"
"Longhu Mountain!! Black Iron Sword!!"
"It really lives up to its reputation!"
"not good!"
This old man obviously knew where Zhang Jiawen and I were, so he didn't use any of the tricks used by ghosts to attack people. For example, ghost possession is a common method used by ghosts to kill people, but the old man didn't use it.
The reason why the old man didn't use this trick was precisely because he knew that once a ghost got into a Taoist priest's body, if it was not as good as the other person in practice, it would be trapped in the Taoist priest's body and die, which was like a moth flying into a flame.
There was another trick that the old man didn't use even though he was obsessed with it. Because this trick is also only useful for ordinary people, a warlock with a little bit of skill can easily break the illusion of ghosts.
Therefore, the old man used the most primitive attack, which is martial arts!
Therefore, I guessed that this old man must have been a military lord during his lifetime, because only military lords would be abandoned after being injured on the battlefield. Not only do people in the army dislike them, but even their families don't want them to come back to provide for them in their old age.
To put it bluntly, it’s just a baggage!
But such a person, when he was young, wasn't he a hero with one against ten?
Thinking of this, the Thunder Palm I had already shot drew an arc halfway, from the old man's vest to Zhang Jiawen's Black Iron Sword. Iron is a conductor, and I used this palm with precise force, aiming to separate the two of them.
"boom!!"
The lightning flashed past, and Zhang Jiawen and the old man fell backward at the same time.
I turned around and hugged Zhang Jiawen who was lying on the ground.
Zhang Jiawen was so shocked by me that his long hair stood on end.
"You...you...you're crazy!"
Zhang Jiawen's lips kept trembling. Although I had not been shocked, I could imagine how sour he felt at this time. But I don’t have time to explain to him!
"Old man, if you have any ability, come to me! But let's make a three-part agreement first, okay?"
"Baby! You have a chance. I was also a gambler when I was young, and I was rich. If the Taiping Army hadn't been defeated, I wouldn't have been left homeless and starved to death!"
"If you want to bet, the old man will accompany you!"
