Doe

He felt that something was wrong with Pei Zhen. According to this guy's fastidious temperament, it was impossible to squat there like a frog with his legs spread apart.This squatting posture of a homeless man is normal on Baili Jueming, but it is really weird on Pei Zhen.

Silently walking around to Pei Zhen's side, he saw the squatting person clearly.The man was tearing the robe that wrapped Xie Cenguan, Pei Zhen was afraid that it was not tightly wrapped, the knots in the cloth strips were all dead knots, tied up and down, left and right, layer after layer.The man grinned his teeth in tears, lowered his head and prepared to take out a knife to cut.

"Your grandma!" Baili Jueming rushed over and pushed the man to the ground, "Where did you come from, little bastard!"

The man was startled, covered his head and shouted, "Please spare me!"

"Where did you come from? What are you doing!" Baili Jueming choked his neck and said angrily.

"Young hero, spare your life!" The man put down his hand and wailed, "In Xiajiangling, a disciple of the Jiang family in Yue County. Just now I saw the young hero taking a nap here, and I was so hungry that I lost my head for a while and wanted to steal the young hero. Xia Xia’s package is full of stomachs. Young Xia, spare your life, I dare not do it again!”

Baili Jueming ignited the fire folder with one hand, and a corner of the room suddenly brightened.Facing the firelight, the silver thread sunflower on this guy's neckline was radiant.Baili Jueming recognized that the sunflower was indeed the Zongmen's logo.Jiang Ling's skirt and cuffs were all torn, as if he had been scratched by something sharp. There were still many blood stains and white things on his body, and his hands were shaking constantly. It was obvious that he had experienced a fierce battle. It was a narrow escape.

"Are you Mu Zhishen's subordinate?" Baili Jueming saw him familiar, "Did we meet somewhere?"

"You know Senior Brother Mu!" Jiang Ling's eyes lit up, and he was overjoyed again when he saw Baili Jueming's face, "Qin Shaoxia! So it's you, don't you remember me? I was on the same stage with you in the Zongmen Grand Competition last time." Dalei, defeated by you with one move! I know, you were sent by the master to save us, right?"

It was another one who had been beaten by Qin Qiuming. Baili Jueming was afraid of revealing his secrets, so he said a few perfunctory words, "I haven't found Mu Zhishen yet. I don't have any dry food here. They are all at Pei Zhen's place. Where is Pei Zhen?"

He stepped back from Jiang Ling, and Jiang Ling called out, "Mr. Pei is here too! Where is Mr.?"

"Ask you, where is Pei Zhen? Didn't you see him?"

Jiang Ling hurriedly shook his head.

Baili Jueming held up the torch, and he and Jiang Ling were the only ones in the dark hut.Pei Zhen's lantern was placed on the floor, and the candles had been burned out.He remembered that before he went to bed, there was a large portion of the candle, and it would take at least an hour to burn it out.He slept for more than an hour, but Pei Zhen didn't call him.

Pei Zhen is gone.

Where can he go?That kid doesn't look like someone who would act on his own accord.Baili Jueming went around the hut to check the surroundings, while asking Jiang Ling.

According to Jiang Ling, he, Mu Zhishen and his party were attacked in the granary. There were eight ghosts, and there were unknown evil spirits wandering around the end of the inner corridor. He fell into a dilemma.With an idea, he plunged into the flour bag and hugged the dead body, holding his breath, intending to cheat his death to get away.Unexpectedly, this method really worked, the ghosts all went after Mu Zhishen and ignored him.He got up with lingering fear, but found that he was trapped in one hut after another, and he couldn't find the corridor anyway.He kept walking, and all the dry food was with his companions. The stock on his body was quickly eaten up, and he was hungry for several meals, and his stomach was throbbing.When I was dizzy, I finally met Baili Cassia who was taking a nap.

Baili Jueming slept very restlessly, babbling in his sleep all the time.Jiang Ling had a ghost in his heart at that time, and wanted to steal Baili Cassia's dry food, so he didn't wake him up.But Jiang Ling vaguely saw him trembling his lips, and kept repeating the same sentence——

"Long neck, long neck, long neck."

"Long neck?" Baili Jueming asked, "What long neck?"

He thought of the long-necked ghost in the red light, could it be that he was dreaming of that thing?

"I should ask you..." Jiang Ling scratched his head, "Young man, what did you dream about? You seem to be very scared."

Baili Jueming also couldn't figure it out, recalling the dream carefully, his mind went blank and he couldn't remember anything.He only remembered that ghostly cry, but he had lived for more than fifty years, never knowing that he had a dead brother.

Nine times out of ten it was a ghost, he thought.Unattached ghosts wander around, and can have an impact on the present world under very occasional circumstances, such as ghosts panting, ghosts pressing the bed, etc., most likely there are ghosts following the stranger, trying to seize the opportunity.There must be some daring ghost who wants to mess with him, so he is a turtle, whoever is wrong to mess with him.

Forget it, the most urgent thing is to find Pei Zhen.

Even the heart lock cannot be turned on, and the spiritual power cannot be stimulated.What kind of shit that Xianmen makes is useless at all.Baili Jueming inspected the room, and there was a piece of land next to the rotten wooden shelf that had been cleaned without dust, and many apricot flower silk satin veils were spread on it.Two stacks of silk with writing on it, one on the left and one on the right, are neatly piled up, and there is also a volume of silk books spread out in front of the handkerchief.Don't think about it, it must be Pei Zhen sitting here reading silk books.He is afraid of getting dirty, so he uses a handkerchief to pad his buttocks.The dust on the silk books on the left has not been cleaned up, probably he hasn't started to read them yet, the finished ones are piled up on the right side, he can imagine Pei Zhen dusting his mouth and nose with a veil.

The open silk book was placed on the ground, Baili Jueming bent down to see what was written on it.There are not many things written on it, and it turned out to be the Central Plains characters, not Masang Yuchong Zhuan.

Today is the No. 30 day when my younger brother stayed here. My younger brother is afraid of pickling the eyes of thieves. I hang them all up and cover their eyes with bandages, so my younger brother is not afraid.I went to look for food for my younger brother again yesterday. I wanted to meet my mother, and I wanted to tell her that I have a younger brother.I haven't talked to my mother for a long time. My mother always hides in the house and ignores me.Mother in the end what happened?

Today is the No.60 day when my younger brother stayed here.The younger brother became stupid, he didn't eat, and he even forgot how to say it.I'm so worried, what happened to him?

I have to be patient, given enough time, he will remember.

Baili Jueming looked at his "brother" in a daze for a while, and Jiang Ling called him before he came back to his senses.

Mother and son... a pair of mother and son.

He suddenly understood that this was the only mother and child in Huangquan Ghost Country, and it could only be them. "Mother" should be the ghost mother of Huangquan, and "brother" is the villain.For some reason, the ghost mother avoided the evil boy, and the evil boy wandered alone in Yinmu Village until he met a child who strayed into the ghost country.

The evil boy finds food for the child, and the food in the ghost country that the child eats has undergone some unexpected changes.Baili Jueming remembered Wudu's warning that he must never eat the food from the ghost country. He has always been curious about the consequences of eating the food from the ghost country.The letter said that the child has become stupid, does not eat, and even forgets how to speak.This state... is very much like turning into a ghost.

Looking through other silk books, the characters used in the records are all written in feather and insect seal script, and some of them were translated by Pei Zhen, and they are basically forbidden techniques, among which is the "Ghost and Spirit Summoning Technique".It says that people who have practiced ghost arresting will lose their own shadows and be replaced by ghosts, which become the half body of the practitioner.Among them, if more than one ghost is imprisoned, there will be more than one shadow.Baili Jueming thought of the person who detained him again, he didn't want to be someone else's shadow, he was angry for a while, and his teeth itched with anger.

Next to the silk book, there is a trail of footprints extending from the rotten wooden shelf to the shrine.It should be that Pei Zhen was halfway through the silk book, and was attracted by something, so he put down the silk book and walked over there.Perhaps there was some sound coming from the shrine, because sitting on the rotten wooden shelf, the sight was blocked by several rows of shelves and curtains, and the shrine at the top could not be seen anyway.

sound?What will it sound like?

Baili Jueming followed the footprints with a fire bag, and Jiang Ling followed closely behind him.The halo of light illuminates the pitch-black ceiling little by little, and the old crimson curtain covers the eleven-faced statue of the goddess, and they feel that every face of the statue is staring at them inexplicably.

"Don't you think that idol is weird?" Jiang Ling leaned over and whispered.

"Don't look at it if it's weird." Baili Jueming pushed his face away, pressed down the fire pocket to check the footprints.

The footprints disappeared in front of the shrine, and happened to stop under the gaze of the statue.Pei Zhen came here and disappeared.

Baili Jueming squatted down and lifted the red tablecloth, and there was nothing under the god table, Pei Zhen did not hide here.He held up the torch and looked at the beam, but there was no one there.Pei Zhenzhen disappeared inexplicably.Baili Jueming examined Pei Zhen's last footprint, which was deeper than the others, and Pei Zhen stayed here for a while.

"Why did you stop here, sir?" Jiang Ling asked.

"Stand aside, let me take a look." Baili Jueming waved his hand.

He stood on Pei Zhen's footsteps and tried to imagine himself as Pei Zhen.

"I'm Pei Zhen, I'm Pei Zhen..." Baili Jueming muttered, "I'm beautiful, knowledgeable, and smart. I'm standing here, what do I want to do?"

"Mr. Pei likes to read poems," Jiang Ling suggested, "If you read a few lines of poems, you might feel something."

"Then what... the wine is getting stronger and the spring is swaying, and the mandarin ducks are turning red..." Baili Jueming looked forward, standing in the center of Pei Zhen's field of vision was the god table, he stretched out his hand, and he could touch it. A vase, a white porcelain cup and an auspicious animal incense burner on the divine table.He tried touching each one, but nothing happened.

"Mister doesn't sing obscene poems." Jiang Ling said in a low voice.

"What else can he do standing here?" Baili Jueming was puzzled.Come to such a secluded place, could it be out of respect?However, he didn't smell urine.That kid Pei Zhen is a god descended to earth, and it's been a long time since he's been here.

"Sir is taller than you, and his hands are longer than yours." Jiang Ling pointed to the statue, "he should be able to reach the statue."

"Fart, can he be taller than me?" Baili Jueming didn't believe it.The foot still took a little step forward and touched the cheek of the god.

He soon noticed that the idol's angry, coral-colored face was smoother than the rest, and seemed to be touched a lot.There must be a mechanism here, he pressed the face, and with a click, the face suddenly sunken.There was a bang bang sound under the god table, like the sound of an engine being activated, Baili Jueming squatted down and lifted the red tablecloth, a piece of the floor under the table disappeared, and a wooden ladder led to the black darkness.

Hey, it works.Baili Jueming was overjoyed and wanted to go down.

Jiang Ling stopped him suddenly.

"Young man, listen," Jiang Ling's face turned pale, "Is there a sound of breathing?"

In the silent darkness, there was the sound of thin breathing.

Baili Jueming said: "Nonsense, if Pei Zhen went down, it must be Pei Zhen."

"But..." Jiang Ling's hands began to shake, "It seems that there is more than one breath."

Listening intently, countless breaths come and go.Baili Jueming felt nervous, there was something down there, Pei Zhen must be in trouble, otherwise he couldn't get out.

"How old are you?" Baili Jueming asked him.

"Seventeen."

"It's too young, you can stay up there, if I don't come back within a stick of incense, you can find your own way out."

Jiang Ling hesitated, with a bitter look on his face.

Baili Jueming turned around and put Xie Cen on his back, lit a fire again, and got down the wooden ladder.Footsteps sounded behind him, looking back, Jiang Ling, a white-faced boy, followed, Baili Jueming felt strange, "Didn't I let you stay on top?"

Jiang Ling said with a mournful face: "It's scary up here, I'd better follow you. Even if we die, let's keep each other company and have a companion."

Baili Jueming: "..."

Sure enough, except for Pei Zhen, the Xianmen are all idiots.

The sound of breathing became clearer as it went down, as if many people were sleeping in the dark.Finally reached the bottom, the flames illuminated one side, Baili Jueming saw the scene in front of him clearly, a burst of cold air shot up from the soles of his feet to his forehead, and subconsciously stopped the operation of spiritual power to simulate the breathing of ordinary people.Jiang Ling stood beside him and exclaimed, "It's a living corpse!"

Baili Jueming suddenly covered his mouth and said in a low voice, "Shh, don't wake them up."

In front of him, in the dark shadows, there were countless bandaged figures hanging upside down.In the halo-shrouded area, their chests could be vaguely seen rising and falling.

Are these things alive or dead?

"Do you remember the 'pickled thief' mentioned on the bamboo slips?" Baili Jueming asked in a low voice.

Jiang Ling nodded, "Are you talking about these...living corpses? But didn't he say that they only covered their eyes, why did they tie them all up?"

"Because they have eyes all over their bodies."