These are speckled mold stains of varying shades of color.
It emerged from between the fingers, spread on the skin, and spread along the elbows to the body.
Rinse it in running water and see no change at all.
Rub it vigorously with a brush until the skin on the back of your hand turns red. Those mildew spots are still dazzling when they are shallow, and shocking when they are deep.
Or use a knife to scrape it hard, the skin will be ripped open, and the blood will be mixed with the running water and dispersed, but the mildew spots are still there, lurking in the bloody wounds.
"ah!"
A cry from the side.
Feng Chong suddenly woke up from his trance.
He hid the backs of his hands in his sleeves and looked up to see the back of a girl running away in panic on the bridge.
Her figure was as light and slender as a willow in the spring breeze, and her moon-white skirt was embroidered with lotus flowers. Unfortunately, it was stained with "mud". Those mildew spots grew from under the petals, spread to her collar, and crawled into The back of her neck is like a tender lotus root.
Feng Chong's eyes followed her blankly.
Follow her across the small bluestone bridge and into the bustling market on the other side of the waterway.
then.
One after another, densely packed mold spots invaded the eyes.
In the green tiles, in the bricks and stones, in the trees, flower vines, window paper, walls, bridge piers, and roof beams, in the sleeves of the people who hold hands in greeting, in the smiling faces of the hawkers along the street...even, in the clouds in the sky, in the people under the bridge water waves.
It seems like these mold spots are everywhere, and it seems like the whole world is moldy.
But.
What made Feng Chong confused, surprised and even shuddered the most was that these mildew spots had actually always existed, but before, he had strangely ignored its existence like the tens of thousands of people in the city?
And when did I notice it?
It was probably the night when he set up an ambush to capture the witch.
He and the ranger joined forces and finally forced the demon girl away and saved the poor family of three.
Unexpectedly, the woman had turned into a mummy, and the child had turned into a bloodthirsty monster. After wasting some time, he restrained the bloodthirsty demon boy. Before careful examination, a group of government officials appeared and told him to hurry up and hunt down the demon girl.
There is nothing we can do.
He had no choice but to chase down the witch first, but the war was chaotic and the witch still managed to escape.
However.
When he came back and wanted to check on the demon boy, the three members of the family were nowhere to be seen. When he asked the government officials, all he got was perfunctory official talk.
He began to feel a little strange, and then remembered that when he was chasing the witch, the movement and illusion skills she used were unpredictable and exquisite. Even he found it extremely difficult, but among the people involved in the ambush, there were people who could see through the witch's tricks. Xingzang is not just one or two.
Where do so many strange people come from in the small Xiaoshui City?
He paid attention to those "strange people and strangers".
After the ambush failed, they did not leave, but took the initiative to take on the arduous task of collecting the corpses.
When Feng Chong spied from a distance, he discovered that some "strange people" were even secretly eating the corpses.
The opponent had a large number of people, so he was not in a hurry to take the lead.
Waiting for them to collect the corpses in one place, and then transport them all to - not the Yamen or Yizhuang, but the Shuiyue Temple outside the city.
He didn't act rashly.
The next day, I visited Shuiyue Temple in the name of placing an order.
After some open and covert investigations, a quite reasonable explanation was obtained.
It turns out that the reason why those strange people were able to see through the demon girl's hiding place was because they had obtained the magic casket from Master Qingping in advance.
It turned out that when I saw the corpse last night, it was because the sky was dark and I was tired all night, which made me dazzled.
It turns out that the corpses were transported to Shuiyue Temple because they were requested by the government to perform rites for the deceased.
Reasonable.
This explanation is so reasonable!
If Feng Chong hadn't become dizzy after going down the mountain and gradually became aware of the mildew spots, he himself would have believed that he was being suspicious.
Unfortunately.
Those ubiquitous mildew spots, as well as some strange things that were previously ignored but are now particularly dazzling, told Feng Chong...
There must be something wrong!
There must be something wrong with the Water Moon View!
There must be something wrong with this city too!
However.
Looking at the mildew spots on his body that could not be washed away or scratched, and at the ignorant people, Feng Chong felt a deep sense of powerlessness, and there was no response to his message to his disciples, even though he was young and energetic. , he was just starting out, and he would inevitably feel that he could not sing alone.
he knows.
I need a companion, a helping hand.
…………
"You want money?!"
Feng Chong's wide eyes were full of disbelief.
On the opposite side, the only person he could think of and find for help - the ranger Zhang Yi nodded, and spoke out a precise number with an expressionless face:
"Seventy-three taels and one hundred and thirty-two coins."
Feng Chong's breathing gradually became heavier.
It was extremely difficult for him to understand. How could money be discussed in such a thing?
It’s just a matter of talking about money, there’s nothing left to worry about!
Maybe it’s because the asking price is not low, or because they have a friendship to fight side by side.
Zhang Yi took the initiative to explain: "Fuxiangji, the best jewelry shop in the city, sells the best hairpins for one hundred taels. I have twenty-six taels of silver and eight hundred and sixty-eight copper coins on hand."
So, the only difference is these seventy-three taels and one hundred and thirty-two cents?
Feng Chong's lungs were almost torn into bellows.
Why would you, a charlatan who licks blood with his blade, buy a hairpin?
"It will be the Dionysus Festival in a few days."
Zhang Yi didn't say much. An imperceptible warmth appeared on his cold face, but it quickly disappeared.
Just looking at Feng Chong.
The neat but crookedly patched Taoist robe, the clean but thin trousers and the straw sandals with exposed toes.
Zhang Yi fumbled for the spare weapon on his waist and pondered for a moment.
"Seventy taels."
The meaning is obvious. For Feng Daoshi's sake, he is willing to sell the weapons and collect some money to give Feng Chong's quotation a fraction.
If this is a business, it can be said to be quite kind.
It's a pity that Feng Chong never thought of it as a business; it's even more pity that the Taoist couldn't even pay a small change.
so.
After all, the hard negotiations came to nothing.
Feng Chong returned to his residence in a depressed mood. He tossed and turned at night and could not sleep. As soon as he closed his eyes, he dreamed of some strange scenes, such as becoming a lion made of glass, burning temples, and devouring monks. Thousands of troops
In the dream, I bit my bald head again, and the white brains burst open between my lips and teeth.
Feng Chong opened his eyes and licked his tongue, the corners of his mouth were particularly fishy.
He immediately realized something was wrong, shuddered, spat, and simply dressed up and went out.
Maybe you can meet a witch or some night ghost to relieve your boredom.
The curfew has been strict lately.
At night, the streets were deserted, with only the waning moon in the sky casting a silver light, like frost.
Feng Chong stood still abruptly.
"Come out."
The long street is empty and the evening breeze is getting cooler.
On the street corner where wisteria flowers were blooming, a figure slowly turned out.
Stand by the sword.
The person who came was wearing a loose robe, neatly tied around the waist with a belt, revealing a strong chest and slender and powerful arms. He looked strong and agile. Furthermore, he had flaming red hair that was spread like fluffy grass, and a ferocious ghostly face with furious eyes.
Take a quick look.
It's like a yaksha jumping out of a Buddhist scripture.
"Ghost Face? The witch's accomplice?"
Feng Chong looked at the other party, then shook his head and sneered.
"I think it's the murderer from Shuiyue Guan!"
"It seems that Pindao's guess is correct. You guys really have something secretly planned. Otherwise, you wouldn't be in such a hurry to find Pindao to silence you."
The "Yaksha" on the other side was silent for a long time.
Finally he slowly unsheathed his sword.
"Does Mr. Feng know?"
"The more you know, the sooner you die."
…………
The night is as heavy as iron.
In the Gu family braised pork shop, the sound of snoring was loud.
A man was lying on the bed with his back stretched out.
Scratching my heart-protecting hair, I drowsily want to get up to relieve myself.
But as soon as he opened his eyes.
It almost drove him to pieces.
Right next to the bed.
A grimace appeared silently!
The green face has fangs, the eyes are glaring, the mouth is wide but the corners of the mouth are raised up (harmoniously), as if he is happy to have blood to eat again!
is her!
Anyone with an ear can hear the noises from the previous nights and the recent rumors in the neighborhood.
For a while.
All kinds of horrific rumors about "murdering out people's hearts" and "flaying skin and sucking blood" all came to his mind, making him want to scream loudly.
However.
The cold tip of the sword touched his throat first.
All his fear was pushed down from his throat to his bladder, and finally slowly dispersed into the quilt under his ass (Harmony).
The ghost-faced man's voice was as cold as ice.
"Are you Gu Laosan?"
The man was stunned for a moment, then started swinging wildly.
It was probably because the sword was stuck on his neck that he didn't dare to make any big moves, so he just shook his head.
"Female Bodhisattva, spare your life. Female Bodhisattva has learned from it. The villain's name is Chang Dazhu, but he is not that Gu Laosan. You, the old man, have his grievances and debts. If you want to kill him, just kill him. Gu Laosan, please spare this villain's life." There are old people and young people, so when you get back, I will give you an longevity tablet as an offering..."
The man was afraid that his words could not keep up with the murderous intention of the ghost-faced man.
The words were slurred in haste, and behind the mask, the ghost-faced man frowned.
"Shut up!"
She made a gesture and pointed toward the other person's eyebrows.
The man shook his head, stopped talking nonsense, and his expression suddenly became dull.
"Who are you?"
"Chang Da Zhu."
"Why are you here?"
"When you are tired of stealing money, let me sleep at his house for a night."
"Where is the owner of this house?"
"Gu Laosan is traveling far away."
"Where's Gu Tian?"
"I was picked up by the Taoist nun from Shuiyue Temple on the mountain and became a monk."
What? !
Yu Mei was suddenly confused.
She and Li Changan divided their forces into two groups, one was responsible for assassinating the big demon in the city, and the other was responsible for kidnapping the Tai Sui demon, that is, the Gu Tian clan.
Unexpectedly, she sneaked into Gu's house at night, but there was only a man with a rogue face in the house.
What's more, I didn't expect to get the news that a Tai Sui demon was taken away by Baihuan Butterfly.
The plan has not yet been launched and seems to be aborted.
Is it possible...
Her heart slowly sank.
The thin sword in his hand seemed to become heavy.
No.
The sword did become heavier.
She stared.
The man got rid of her spell, but he didn't know what went wrong. He held his breast in his chest, lowered his head, and held the sword in his chin, ignoring that his neck was scraped with a sharp blade and blood flowed everywhere.
He grinned like a smile and murmured softly in the silent room.
"Hee, hee hee, she became a monk. It's a pity that she wasted her snow-white, slippery and greasy skin and flesh..."
Yu Mei knew this was the case.
It's just a demon transformation.
She sent the tip of her sword away, leaving the half-deformed body behind and turned around.
Things are even more troublesome.
