debt repayment

In the quiet night, there were suddenly several screams.Cheng Bi's legs were weak, and he shouted: "Put the man down first, and then report to the emperor when he is safe and sound. Put him down first! Stop screaming, let him down first!"

After a while of confusion, the corpse that was hung in mid-air finally landed on the ground.It was cold, and the body was too cold. Cheng Bi felt sad, and wept bitterly while holding the fool. Song Huiming came the next day, took a quick look, and left.

"Follow the concubine's rules first, and we'll talk about the rest later. Prince Le's son will go to Beijing, and he will be released before the funeral."

That's pretty good treatment for a fool.The idiot has no place for a funeral. He wanted to take him back to his palace and guard his spirit, but the palace man guarding the door of the dilapidated firewood room said, son, your majesty said that this coffin cannot be moved to another place, bad luck , just leave it here.

Bad luck, bad luck!

Cheng Bi thought indignantly, you are responsible for the idiot, when you like it, you treat him like a cat or dog, when you don't like it, you either beat, scold, insult or turn a blind eye, now people are being forced to death, and you think he is unlucky!

He couldn't help sobbing, and guarded the fool for a whole day. At night, the empress sent the concubine to look for him. He whispered to the fool, "I'll go back." After returning to the palace, he changed his clothes and went straight to Fengyi. palace.

A group of eunuchs, Gong'e, stood guard outside the firewood room. Among them, the older ones knew that the fool was an unlucky ghost who was chopped up and chopped up by Song Huiming before. , their friendship with the idiot is far less than that of Mr. Bi, and they feel that he is either stupid or stupid. Instead of making good friends with the concubines, they guard this idiot who lives day after day. When a person dies, he comes to guard the spirit. Who is moved? see?

Thinking of this, naturally no one would like to enter the house and be closer to the coffin in the house.Anyway, Mr. Bi is not here, so everyone will tacitly understand each other by touching the fish.

In the coffin, there was a rustling sound.

In the darkness where there was no light, it grinned and crawled out of the corpse's clothes.It has nothing to do with it, even if it will die in a few days, it is also ignorant, jumping up and down on the familiar body and face, laughing wickedly, poking the cold and stiff face of the corpse with its deformed hands and feet.

whee!whee!

As before, he likes to crawl around behind his ear, stick out the snake's letter, and lick his ear. As usual, his host has long been frightened and scurrying around, screaming incessantly. But right now, the corpse didn't respond at all.

It puffed up its cheeks, grinning grinningly as it wanted to teach this unfunny host a lesson, but suddenly felt a chill behind it.

A strange and menacing consciousness is staring at it.

It turned around and met a pair of scarlet pupils.

Huh?

Alas--!

The sharp claws pierced through the chest, and then tore it apart. The last thing it saw was the pale ghost eating the other half of its head.

The sad image is unbearable.

Yan Wen closed the crystal mirror and sighed: "Brother Zang Ji, when do you think Mr. Song regained his memory?"

"The time I ran into Le Wang, I should have almost recovered, otherwise I wouldn't have sent a gift that made Le Wang sad in the name of Cheng Bi..." He thought for a while and then said, "Is it possible, When Mr. Song got rid of his madness, he never lost his memory at all? He learned to be obedient and pretend to be stupid. One is to save his life from beatings and beatings. Just to have the opportunity to meet the fifteenth prince, the only one he misses."

Yan Wen Dengjue's back was chilling: "If this is the case, the three debts on the emperor's head now really did not wrong him. Mr. Song has had a miserable life in this life, and he will not live in peace after death. It is a crime."

Zang Ji looked at someone in the lower realm, and said, "It's almost dawn."

Yan Wen also took a look, and added: "The emperor has turned back into a little boy again."

But seeing the lower world, the sky is dawning, Xiao Daotong dragged Li Gui's new fake body, and led him away from the ruins.Quan Ying is now the lower realm of the upper god body, which is much more convenient than when using the avatar before. It is completely impossible for the master of the lower realm who heard the movement to take advantage of the previous turmoil to track him down. He led Song Huian out of the ruins, and with a wave of his sleeve, he brought him outskirts.

The first time he saw this forest, it reminded him of the creepy experience in the coffin, and then he looked down at the unconscious ghost, and saw that he seemed to be asleep, with a peaceful expression, and he felt relieved.

It was dawn, and he guarded Song Hui'an under the tree. When the morning dew dispersed, the ghost eyelids in his arms moved, and slowly opened, revealing eyes that were still a little confused.

"Amu...? What's the matter?" Song Hui'an woke up with a splitting headache, rubbed his temples and said, "I remember before...? Are you okay?" Sitting up quickly, he grabbed his hand and touched him from top to bottom, "Where is it broken?"

"Brother Zhu, I'm fine," Quan Ying said, "Brother, after you passed out, those stinky Taoist priests and hypocrites became suspicious of how to divide the spoils. It's all over, my brother kept his breath, and took you out while taking advantage of the chaos, and stole the elixir from the corpse, and repaired your mahogany false body, brother."

He didn't change his face, except that the group of stinky Taoist priests died, he didn't say a word of truth, Song Hui'an frowned, feeling the connection between the fake body and the ghost body, and said: "It seems that the feeling of moving is not the same as before. "

"Maybe it's because of the addition of elixir. If my brother doesn't like it, I'll carve another one for my brother when I find the material."

"No, let's just make do with it," Song Hui'an said with distress for Xiaodaotong, but also rather fearfully, "What's going on? Are those people really dead?"

Quan Ying said: "They are all dead, we have fled outside the city now, Brother Zhu, if you don't believe me, let's go back to the city and have a look, the Taoists from all families must be surrounded by the ruins now, to give to our seniors Going to a funeral."

"...that 'Duan Lang' died too?"

"died."

Song Hui'an looked at the boy, was silent for two seconds, and said with a smile, "Brother believes in you. Where are we going now?"

The Nantu Immortal Clan is in chaos, and such a shocking case has occurred. In the next few decades, there will be no leader in the crowd, so as to avoid some smoky things, if you want to leave this place, it is best to leave now.

"Where does brother Zhu want to go?"

"Let me use your compass."

Quan Ying obediently took out the compass, and Song Hui'an casually picked up a stone from the ground, wiped off the dust on it with a handkerchief, and threw it lightly on the surface of the compass.

The stone bounced twice and landed in the west.

"Let's go to Xitu... Xitu is the largest of the four places. I really want to see what's new."

Quan Ying smiled: "I will accompany you."

As soon as he said he would leave, Quan Ying took Song Hui'an Yujian and walked thousands of miles a day, at Zhaohui in the morning, and Chehang in the evening.Quan Ying didn't want to come here at first, but Song Hui'an looked at the sky from a distance, and said that he was very interested in the desert, so he landed here.

But there are bursts of yellow sand, no vegetation in the golden sand valleys, and even the sky looks yellow.

Song Hui'an stood in front of the ancient boundary tablet, looked at the ancient text on the mottled stone tablet, and said, "Chehang? Is this the ancient country of Chehang from 'Kunyuan Treasure Spring, Chehang Golden Land'?"

Quan Ying's real body and divine sense are so powerful that he can determine the position of the two of them in just one click.At this time, they were indeed on the outskirts of Chehang.

Chehang originally refers to a nation with a wide range of branches in Xitu. According to literature, this tribe living in the desert of Xitu has established an extremely prosperous civilization tens of thousands of years ago, and there are many treasure mines. It is said that gold is everywhere. It is famous overseas, but it is a pity that Che Hang suddenly died one day. Although there have been few abnormalities in this desert for thousands of years, murders have occurred from time to time.Chong Huan took the priests down to investigate several times, but he couldn't find out why. Quan Ying didn't pay attention to Xitu, and only knew that there seemed to be a few fairy tombs buried under the Chehang Desert.

The age of these fairy tombs is even more remote. There are tombs of monks who died seeking Taoism, and there are also tombs of real immortals who died of mental decline. The Tiangong has many taboos on the dead, so it has not managed this land for tens of thousands of years.

They died on this land, and everything outside of them was a gift to this land. Priests who had already cultivated to the status of true immortals naturally couldn't shame themselves to compete with the lower realm monks who were still practicing for magic weapons.

And in the general public's perception of mortals, their impression of Chehang is nothing more than a legendary treasure place.

Quan Ying said: "Brother Zhu, this place is very desolate and scary, shall we go in?"

Song Hui'an didn't answer, but heard the crisp sound of the camel bell coming from the wind.The sky is about to sink, and behind the sand dunes in the distance, a long golden-red light spot turns out one after another.

It is the torch of the camel team.

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be a group of monks wearing various school uniforms.Song Hui'an wondered: "Do monks also come to this kind of place? It seems that this place is somewhat interesting, Ah Mu, why don't we go with them?"

Quan Ying groaned in his heart, and thought that as long as he was happy, Yu Jian immediately led him to fly to the group of people, and shouted: "Friends, stay a while! We are casual cultivators from the southern land. We lost our way. Where are we going, I wonder if you can take us in for a while!"

Looking around, the team is full of young men and women in their twenties, with acceptable cultivation, and there are many demon cultivators and ghost cultivators.Thinking about it, the ethnic groups in the West are more complicated than the pure human society of the South and the East. It is not uncommon to see monks of other races.

The leading young man looked at them for a while, but he couldn't see anything unusual, and then said: "Two friends, you can fly out of this desert by flying about a hundred miles in this direction. In order to enter the fairy mound to search for treasure, this is a dangerous move, so the two fellow Taoists should not follow us."

Song Hui'an's eyes lit up when he heard "Treasure Hunting in the Immortal Tomb", "Is there a treasure here?"

"Yes," the young man said, "the fairy tombs in the desert of the ancient country of Chehang are opened every 60 years. If fellow Taoists want to follow, we have no objection, but entering the fairy tombs is a blessing or a curse, and poor people can be poor." There is no guarantee."

[The author has something to say: The timeline is back~ Do you still remember the plot of the Zhaohui chapter_(з"∠)_]