As for where this monster went, Qin Bai couldn't trace it back.
It would be okay if he was easily dealt with by a passing expert, but if he was still in Gusu City, one can imagine what would happen.
He walked very fast and returned to Gusu City in less than half an hour.
We even met the two stupid thieves digging graves on the road.
The two of them supported each other, their skin already turning purple. They took off their shirts and wrapped their feet, seeing that the air coming in was almost gone.
Seeing how miserable they were, Qin Bai didn't bother the two of them and just walked away from a distance.
He was not afraid of the other party's reporting officer. In Qin Bai's opinion, the two men were seriously injured, and with the corpse poison in their bodies, it was impossible for them to walk back to Gusu City alive.
In addition, the two tomb robbers' crime tools were left at the scene, making them perfect candidates to take the blame.
Even if a roadside camera were installed to find Qin Bai, he would definitely be fine in the Song Dynasty due to his reputation as a scholar.
So he returned to the inn to rest with great peace of mind.
Because he was afraid of disturbing the others, Qin Bai simply climbed into the guest room from the wall. As his stance skills improved steadily, his body coordination became stronger and stronger.
Before going to bed, he did a few sets of radio gymnastics, and then practiced meditation instead of sleeping.
When the body's circulation reaches its limit and the meridians feel slightly swollen and painful, the next day's sun rises unknowingly.
He walked out of the guest room and found that Zhuerdan's room was sealed again and a charm was attached. It seemed that the fat boss was somewhat afraid.
Qin Bai went to the yard to do radio gymnastics, and the donkey was in the shed next to it.
After eating and drinking so well these days, the donkey had a little extra fat on its body, which made Qin Bai look at it a few more times and found that it would be good to use it as donkey meat.
The donkey felt a great threat, and in order to prove his worth, he began to bray rhythmically.
Although the voice was rough, Qin Bai actually heard the flavor of Gusu minor tune in it, which was a bit outrageous.
"Wait a minute, Brother Donkey, where did you learn your talent?"
The donkey shook his head proudly and kept moving his head towards the Yihong Building next door. It seemed that he had been listening to the music coming from next door in the past few nights and studying hard.
"Keep it up, be a talented donkey, and work hard to be able to attend the Spring Festival Gala."
Qin Bai touched its head, and the donkey was so happy that it couldn't help but pull a warm poop.
A stink emanated, which seriously affected his radio gymnastics. Qin Bai saw that it was already bright and walked towards the outside of the inn.
I originally planned to inquire about Lu Pan and Juren during the day, but I wanted to bury Nie Xiaoqian's bones first.
Just as Qin Bai was about to walk towards the farm he was promising, he bumped into Ning Caichen.
This otaku had been sitting in the guest room for so long, and unexpectedly went out today. It seemed that he had tidied up his clothes and changed his clothes into new ones.
As soon as Ning Caichen saw Qin Bai, he walked up quickly and said, "Brother Qin, where have you been? I happen to be looking for you."
"What's the matter? Are you planning to treat me to the No. 1 pick?"
Hearing what Qin Bai said, Ning Caichen felt a little embarrassed, but the prices in Gusu City are indeed a bit high now, so he can only wait until the imperial examination is over. If he can pass the examination, everything will be fine.
"It would be disrespectful to invite Brother Qin after a while."
Qin Bai also knew how much money Ning Caichen had, and it was difficult to use it for expenses and travel expenses back to the city.
Ning Caichen said excitedly: "A good friend of mine invited me to join the club organized by scholars. It is very useful for the imperial examination."
Upon hearing this, Qin Bai was a little disappointed and could only say perfunctorily: "I still have some things to do. Let's do this. You can help me find out first."
If I could barely be considered a scholar fifteen years ago, now I am at most a literary copycat. If I plagiarize a few lines of Tang poetry and Song lyrics, I have to check whether there is any infringement.
"Okay, I'll go then." Ning Caichen didn't force it, and left in a hurry with some pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
Qin Bai walked quickly towards the farm, and stopped by a stall to eat a bowl of Yangchun noodles on the way.
The taste can only be described as bland. After all, it is impossible to taste well if it lacks oil and salt.
He walked for more than an hour and finally arrived at his destination. The farm was not big, with dozens of acres of fertile land.
Several farmers happened to be coming over, but they were blocked by Qin Bai.
After asking where he was going, he rushed over. The person who received Qin Bai was an old man over fifty years old. When the other party heard that he wanted to buy land for burial, he immediately became extremely enthusiastic.
Although every inch of land was valuable in ancient times, that refers to fertile farmland that had been reclaimed, and what Qin Bai wanted was the kind of uninhabited barren mountains and wilderness.
The price he bought was indeed not expensive, and he also specially picked a place with good Feng Shui.
There are no resources on it, and even weeds rarely grow because of the large number of stones. There are only a few evergreen Poisson trees standing there.
After he readily paid the money, the land deed soon fell into his hands. After looking at it, he put it away.
The land deed only said: Thirteen miles north of Gusu City, ten acres under the barren mountains.
Qin Bai came to the place he bought. It was really nice to be surrounded by mountains and rivers.
Then he relied on his own strength to dig the hole, and it took him less than an hour to finish the work. He also used larger stones to make a simple tombstone.
Carved with a knife on the tombstone: A woman from the world of mortals, Nie Xiaoqian
After Qin Bai put the ashes in the urn, the paper man possessed by Nie Xiaoqian's soul did move more.
After the soil was completely buried and the tombstone was erected, he felt something strange in his mind, and then the paper man emerged from his arms.
The paper man stood on his shoulder and looked at the grave, but his eyes were still blank.
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"Well."
Qin Bai glanced at the paper man and tried to communicate with her using his true energy. Everything went smoothly, but it was not as spiritual as imagined.
After many confirmations, Qin Bai was certain that Nie Xiaoqian's soul had been damaged too much, and it seemed that her intelligence and memory had been affected to a certain extent.
The main reason is that the tree demon grandma is connected to her destiny. The death of the former is undoubtedly a heavy blow to her, and she is actually lucky if she is not left alive.
Although I don't know if the memory will have a chance to be restored as the paper man's cultivation level improves, but for now it seems that this is the only way to go in the short term.
Now it's better, he has become a real paper man.
The only good thing is that the paper man does not have the natural ferocity of ordinary paper men, but looks very cute.
Qin Bai controlled the paper man to fly towards the distance, but as soon as it was refined, it flew for more than a hundred meters, and after it was out of the control range, it flew back obediently.
