Immortal and Demon Cultivation

The donkey fell to the ground without any warning, thrashing, which shocked Yuan Xiaolou.

This donkey was bought when he met Hua Wuyou after the Battle of Shenshan Mountain. It has been living with Yuan Xiaolou for three months.

Yuan Xiaolou is kind-hearted and simple. She has already regarded the donkey as a companion and gave it a name, Xiao Hui.

Seeing Xiao Hui foaming at the mouth, Yuan Xiaolou immediately stepped forward to check.

Xiao Hui seemed to feel the care of his little master and tried hard to get up, but failed after several attempts.

After struggling a few times in the end, his body stopped moving.

Already breathed out.

Yuan Xiaolou knelt down and touched Xiao Hui's head, crying: "Grandpa! Grandpa! It's not good! Xiao Hui is dead! Xiao Hui is dead!"

The old storyteller slipped back with his hands behind his back, glanced at Xiao Hui's dead state, and then turned to look around.

He said: "The three yins are gathered together here, and the yin energy is extremely strong. Xiao Hui died suddenly because of the yin energy entering his body.

do not Cry! Isn't it just a donkey?

Grandpa will buy you another one tomorrow! "

Yuan Xiaolou was still crying.

She had already developed a relationship with Xiao Hui, and she asked her grandpa to save Xiao Hui no matter what. She also said that if grandpa could resurrect her soul back then, he would definitely be able to resurrect Xiao Hui's soul as well.

The old storyteller laughed in anger and said, "You asked grandpa to use the magic of reviving a soul for an old donkey that is not worth ten taels of silver?

Who are you as a grandfather?

Girl, haven't you been yelling at Xiao Hui all day long for being disobedient, being too lazy to eat, taking one step at a time and resting for three steps, and threatening to kill it countless times and eat its donkey meat and burn it on fire?

Now you finally get your wish! Tomorrow grandpa will chop Xiao Hui into pieces, just in time for the tooth ceremony! "

Yuan Xiaolou held back his tears, opened his hands, and shouted: "Grandpa, I don't allow you to eat Xiao Hui! He is my good friend and must be buried properly!"

The old storyteller rolled his eyes and said, "Then dig a hole and bury it yourself."

With that said, he ignored the donkey, which had long since died, and turned around and walked towards the main hall of the house.

Rice Tong came over, pulled Xiao Hui's body a few times with his big bear paw, roared twice, shook his big butt and left.

Yuan Xiaolou was extremely sad and was about to find a feng shui treasure to bury Xiao Hui.

Suddenly, she thought of something again and shouted: "Grandpa, the yin energy here is so strong, will Fan Tong be okay?"

The old storyteller didn't even look back, he just waved his hand and said: "Even though this bear is named Cooking Bucket, its abilities are definitely not comparable to that of your donkey.

Don't worry, even if the Yin Qi here is a hundred times stronger, it won't hurt Fan Tong. "

When Yuan Xiaolou heard this, he felt relieved.

She cleared a small open space in the corner of the yard and moved the coffin fragments on the ground and the human skeletons of seven or eight bodies to one side.

Yuan Xiaolou took out a small hoe from his storage bag.

This was the hoe she used to grow flowers when she lived in seclusion in Lantian County. It was not big.

She really planned to dig a hole herself and bury Xiao Hui.

However, the ground in this yard is very strange. The upper layer is soft black soil, which is easy to dig up.

But going down a foot, there were many large and small black rocks in the soil, which the small hoe couldn't dig at all.

The old storyteller spent a stick of incense walking around this former marquis mansion.

The large courtyard with three entrances and exits, the corridor, the backyard, and the garden were filled with coffins.

There are also many coffins piled inside the twenty or thirty houses.

The coffins inside the house are not as severely corroded by time as the coffins placed outside. They are protected from the sun and rain, and most of the coffins inside the house are still intact.

The expression of the old storyteller was a little solemn.

He roughly counted that there were more than 800 coffins stored in this charity village.

In other words, more than 800 corpses were piled here.

The officials in the imperial court are really reckless in their actions. This is Changlefang in Tianshui City. Although Tianshui City is not as big and prosperous as Xifeng City, its permanent population exceeds 500,000. Even now, all the men are conquered by the imperial court. Even if there are corvees, there are at least 300,000 women and children here.

With so many corpses piled up in a corner of the downtown area, we are not afraid of contracting the plague?

However, he had never heard of the plague in Tianshui City in recent years.

The old storyteller thought this was strange.

He came to the front yard again, and Yuan Xiaolou was still working hard on Xiao Hui's luxurious mausoleum.

Her efforts didn't seem to be well rewarded. So far, she had only dug a small hole, which was far from enough to fit the entire donkey in.

When she saw her grandfather coming over, she didn't know whether to wipe the sweat from her face or wipe her tears.

He said aggrievedly: "Grandpa, the ground here is so difficult to dig! It's full of rocks and bones! I don't know how many things are buried in the ground."

The old storyteller frowned, walked over, reached out and grabbed a handful of soil dug out by Yuan Xiaolou.

There are grass roots and gravel in the soil.

There are also some bones.

The bones were small and definitely not human.

The old storyteller's expression darkened slightly, and he grabbed a few more handfuls of soil, and indeed found many small skeletons.

He murmured: "Cat bone!"

Then he looked around, his cloudy eyes flashing with a faint luster.

It seems that the layout here has been seen through.

Yuan Xiaolou stretched out his head and looked at the small bones in the old storyteller's hand.

Said: "Grandpa, why are there cat bones in the ground here?"

The storyteller threw away the cat bones and said, "Cats have the heaviest yin energy among animals. Some people in the ghost and witchcraft world use cat bones to set up magic arrays to gather yin energy.

No wonder there are nearly a thousand coffins stored here, but it has not affected the lives of the people in Tianshui City at all.

Some experts have set up a magic array to gather spirits here, and all the yin energy has been imprisoned in this yard."

Yuan Xiaolou said, "That person is quite kind. If he hadn't gathered the yin energy, the people within a five-mile radius would have been like Xiao Like ashes, the Yin Qi entered his body and he died suddenly! "

The storyteller said lightly: "I hope that the person who set up the spirit gathering array here is for the sake of the people."

Yuan Xiaolou was puzzled and said: "Grandpa, what do you mean? Isn't that person trying to save people?"

The storyteller shook his head and said: "Grandpa can't tell, I always feel something is wrong.

Girl, fill the soil you dug out. There are cat bones underneath. Xiao Hui can't be buried here."

Yuan Xiaolou also felt that it was difficult to build a luxurious mausoleum for Xiao Hui here.

So he nodded and said: "Then where is Xiao Hui buried?

You can't carry it out of the city to bury it."

The storyteller laughed and said: "Then eat it, which can save our grandfather and grandson half a month's food money."

He thought Yuan Xiaolou would be angry back.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Xiaolou nodded seriously and said: "That's the only way.

We use half for barbecue and half for donkey meat fire..." The storyteller choked and shook his head with a bitter smile.