"Hey, Xia Zhichan... why are you leaving in such a hurry? The wounds all over my body still hurt..."
He stayed up all night, fought with the strong man Wang Dayan for more than an hour, and then hurried on his way.
Nan Er was really tired, sleepy, hungry and tired. He looked at Xia Zhichan who was walking quickly in front of him and said with a wry smile.
Hearing this, Xia Zhichan didn't even look back, but just said lightly:
"A sip of fairy brew can make you recover even if your bones are broken... There are still injuries on your body, don't make excuses."
"Then I'm tired. You didn't fight with that guy..."
When Nan Er saw a big rock on the side of the road, he simply sat on it and refused to leave:
"That guy is extremely powerful, and he seems to be possessed by an evil spirit and doesn't know pain..."
That guy refers to King Big Eye, the killer on the thirteenth floor.
As soon as he stopped, Xia Zhichan, who was rushing in front, also stopped with feeling.
At this time, there was just a hint of fish belly white on the horizon.
The surrounding wilderness is silent, with only the autumn wind passing through the branches and leaves of the trees beside the road, making a rustling sound.
Nan Erwai sat on the big stone, with the long black sheath knife quietly in hand. He rummaged through the package a few times and found only two dry and hard sesame cakes inside, which was barely enough to satisfy his hunger:
"I always feel like things are not over yet. Why are you in such a hurry?"
"It's time to leave, otherwise... forget it, let's rest for a while."
Xia Zhichan walked under a fruit tree, sat down cross-legged, and then took out a pen and paper from the cuff of her right hand.
"What are you doing? Writing poetry or painting?"
Nan Er looked at Xia Zhichan's actions and asked curiously while chewing sesame seed cakes in his mouth.
"Write a letter to my master. The monster I met in the Dong's old shop this time is really strange. It is different from all the monsters I have encountered before..."
Xia Zhichan held a corner of the rice paper with her left hand, and then shook it gently. The originally soft rice paper suddenly stood up straight.
He raised his brush and wrote directly on the rice paper without dipping it in ink:
"Honored Master, the bad disciple Xia Zhichan bows his head..."
As he wrote, he continued:
"That monster is half human, half demon, half devil and half ghost. I suspect that someone used evil methods to re-implant the demon's spirit into the human body..."
"oh?"
Nan Er munched on it. He traveled around the world all year round. He had heard a lot of legends about monsters and monsters, and he had also seen a lot of Taoist priests who conquered monsters. However, the origins of monsters and monsters were all made up or heard from hearsay.
Xia Zhichan is different. He practices orthodox magic and has a regular method of distinguishing the origins of monsters and ghosts.
"I have only seen this kind of evil method in classics, and there were only a few cursory sentences, and there was no specific explanation of the method..."
"Well!"
Xia Zhichan's pen was quick and easy, and he finished writing the letter in a short while. He put down the brush and let the writing on the rice paper dry a little:
"Books record that the last time this kind of witchcraft appeared was the Five Penny Cult a hundred years ago. It is said that the leader of this cult used his body to raise ghosts, turning himself into half human and half ghost..."
"Well!"
Nan Er could only make one sound from just now. It was not that he was surprised by what Xia Zhichan said, but that he was choked.
The dry food was stuck in his chest, and he couldn't move up or down. He couldn't speak, he could only make fists and beat his chest.
Xia Zhichan shook her right hand and took the water bag in her hand, then reached out and threw it right in front of Nan Er.
The latter quickly picked it up, took off the stopper of the water bag, and took several big sips.
"Ah - almost choked me to death."
Nan Er wiped the water from the corners of his mouth with his sleeves. He took a long breath and patted his chest with lingering fear.
Xia Zhichan folded the letter paper that had dried ink a few times, and then folded it into a paper crane.
"Hey, you still have this skill."
Nan Er looked at the lifelike paper crane in Xia Zhichan's hand and looked up and down with some novelty.
"If you're full, let's continue on our way."
Xia Zhichan held the paper crane in both hands and blew lightly.
The paper crane flapped its wings and flew up.
"Then tell me first, where are we going?"
Nan Er stood up reluctantly, carried the baggage behind him again, and then took the long knife in his hand. He stood up slowly and asked.
"I've already said it, just let it go."
Xia Zhichan watched the paper crane fly into the clouds in the sky and disappear. He dusted his sleeves a few times and then stood up as well.
"Does that mean that we are actually not in a hurry to leave?"
Nan Er said casually.
"..."
Xia Zhichan didn't reply, and moved a little faster.
"Xia Zhichan, you...don't run!"
…
The Dong family's old store, after Xia Zhichan, Huang Xing and others left.
Under the stairs in the lobby of the inn, a wooden board was turned over, and then a pair of hands stretched out and touched both sides of the secret passage, and then a head came out.
He is the shopkeeper of the Dong family's old store.
The shopkeeper was covered in dust, and his originally neat green clothes were stained by several blood stains. In addition, there was a lot of dirt from the secret passage, making him look very embarrassed.
He didn't climb up in a hurry, but looked around.
After listening for a while and confirming that there was no sound inside the room, he crawled out of the secret passage on his hands and knees.
As soon as he turned out from behind the stairs, he almost shouted in fright.
There were corpses on the floor in the lobby, and the flowing blood covered the floor of the entire room. It had dried up long ago, and the floor was covered in dark red.
"It's not good, I have to leave quickly..."
The shopkeeper's first thought was to escape from here quickly. The situation was completely out of control. If he didn't run away quickly, he would be dead.
He hurriedly ran back to the hut in his backyard, collected some fine gold and silver haphazardly, then packed a bag and carried it behind him.
Just as he was about to go out, he realized that he was covered in dirt and blood, so he quickly went back and changed into clean clothes.
The lobby of the inn was full of blood-stained corpses. You couldn't go out through the main entrance of the lobby, so you had to go around the lobby and go out through the spacious back door of the large courtyard where the bodyguards used to live.
All the escort cars in the big yard were gone. The escorts must have left.
The shopkeeper walked quickly, originally thinking that he would run back to the cottage before it was fully dawn.
He was thinking very well, but he had been hiding in the underground passage all night. Now he was thirsty and hungry, his throat felt uncomfortable, and his stomach was empty and kept growling.
This is how to do ah?
When he was worried, the shopkeeper suddenly saw an ancient bluestone well in the southwest corner of the big yard, with a wooden barrel with a rope thrown beside it.
First, get a bucket of well water to quench your thirst. If you drink some water by the way, your stomach will stop growling all the time.
After making up his mind, the shopkeeper came to the well, stretched out his hand and threw the barrel down.
He just heard a pop, and then felt the rope in his hand sink.
I lifted it up with both hands, but I felt that the rope was as heavy as cast iron, and it would not move at all no matter how hard I tried.
It shouldn't be. He usually carries water occasionally. The weight of a bucket of water is not heavy for him. Why is it so heavy today?
The shopkeeper gritted his teeth, stepped on the edge of the well mouth, and lifted it up with both hands.
The rope strangled his hands, causing pain.
But even so, the rope remained motionless, as if what was hanging on the other end of the rope was not a barrel, but a piece of iron.
Bang!
The rope broke somewhere, and the shopkeeper fell to the ground. The clean clothes he had just put on became dirty again.
"Ahem, what's going on..."
The shopkeeper finally stood up and looked at the bluestone well with doubts.
He leaned forward, pressed his hands on the edge of the well, lowered his head and looked into the well.
Um?
The empty wooden bucket filled with water stood strangely above the water, and even the rope tied to the handle of the bucket was straight.
The shopkeeper felt horrified. He was about to leave when a pair of skeleton hands suddenly stretched out from thin air and pressed on his shoulders, making him unable to move.
A bone-chilling chill came from his shoulders, making him tremble all over. His legs went weak and he knelt down by the well.
At this time, the wooden barrel in the well sank straight down without even a bubble.
The shopkeeper didn't know whether he was cold or frightened. His whole body was shaking like chaff, his face was shaking involuntarily, his upper and lower teeth were chattering and hitting each other, his tongue was tied in his mouth, and he couldn't even say a complete sentence.
A woman's head with disheveled hair slowly emerged from the water.
"Save...save...save..."
The shopkeeper wanted to shout "Help", but his tongue was tied and he couldn't. He looked at the horrific scene in front of him and was so frightened that he burst into tears.
The woman turned her head, blood-red tears oozing out of her empty eyes.
"Give me back my life."
The woman opened her mouth, and a cold air hit her face.
"Rao...rao...rao..."
The shopkeeper shook his head desperately, tears and snot flying everywhere. He was twitching and almost fainted.
"Give me back my life."
The woman got closer and closer, and her face clearly appeared in front of the shopkeeper.
"you you you……"
He recognized who the female ghost in front of him was, and for some reason the memory suddenly emerged clearly in his mind.
That was one day a year ago, when a merchant selling brocade and silk came here to stay with his family.
When the shopkeeper and his subordinates saw that the merchants were prosperous, they wanted to kill people and seize wealth. At night, he was drugged, knocked out all the merchants, and then killed them. Only one concubine, who did not eat because she felt unwell, escaped. After seeing the horrific murders, she tried to escape and report to the police, but was caught.
Seeing her good looks, the shopkeeper wanted to insult her, but the concubine refused to comply. The shopkeeper was so angry that he personally chopped off the concubine's head with a knife.
The human head flew into the bluestone well and could not be found again.
This well is originally located in the yin position of Kun and Earth, and there are cold yin water veins under the well, plus the resentful ghost of the woman who died tragically.
The three yin junctions turned into a very yin pattern, and it took just one year for this woman's wronged soul to take form.
It's a pity that even if she can transform, she is still extremely weak and cannot even leave the well, let alone take revenge.
But today, it was a coincidence that allowed her to catch her enemy.
"Give me back my life!"
The shopkeeper screamed in surprise, his eyes widened and rolled upwards, he was frothing at the mouth and completely fainted.
The skeletal hands that were originally firmly pressed on the shopkeeper's shoulders were withdrawn into the well, and the woman's head slowly became transparent with blood and tears.
Finally disappeared.
…
On the side of the road, Xia Zhichan closed his eyes and fell asleep, holding the Thunder Technique in both hands.
"What are you doing? I was walking and suddenly stopped without saying a word..."
Nan Er stood aside a little depressed.
call--
Xia Zhichan exhaled a breath of white air and stretched out his hand.
In the clouds above the large courtyard behind the Dong family's old store, the corner of the cinnabar-yellow talisman was still floating quietly, with silvery-white patterns appearing and disappearing.
If the female ghost in the well had the tendency to kill people, this ancient talisman would immediately strike down a bolt of thunder and kill the female ghost directly.
She was born from the extreme yin. If she sees the blood light again, she will change from a ghost to an evil spirit and completely become an evil spirit that has lost all reason.
She will kill everyone who comes to the well and devour the flesh and blood. After she kills a hundred people, she will be able to jump out of the well. At that time, she will surpass the average evil spirit and be able to do evil and kill people in daylight.
Xia Zhichan first instigated the female ghost, and then deliberately contributed to today's situation so that the female ghost could take revenge, but she could not be allowed to kill anyone.
Finally, the resentment in her heart was resolved and it dissipated voluntarily.
"This is truly the end..."
Xia Zhichan stuffed the cinnabar-yellow charm that flew back into his hand into the cuff of his right hand. He murmured to himself and shook his head mockingly in Nan Er's doubtful eyes.
He stepped on the road again, when a breeze came towards him, rustling the leaves on the roadside.
There was a faint sentence in my ears:
"Thanks."
