Self-disturbance

In the early morning of the next day, Luo Yunshu packed his luggage and was ready to go back home.

Chu Xuan escorted him all the way to the border between the world and hell, and he asked with concern: "Mr. Wang, remember to eat on time."

"Ah."

"Be careful, if you are robbed again this time, I will never let you go again."

"it is good."

Luo Yunshu glanced at Chu Xuan again, and then looked at Fengdu behind Chu Xuan... This place that once brought him happiness, said goodbye secretly in his heart, then turned his head and set off, and started his own journey. new adventure.

It's been a long journey, but this time, no one is with him anymore.

Chu Xuan kept looking at him until his back gradually disappeared on the horizon.

Gradually, the red sun was in the sky, and several hours passed in a blink of an eye. Luo Yunshu felt a little tired, so he sat down on the ground, ready to continue to set off later.In fact, he didn't bring much luggage, only a few pieces of clothes, but at this moment, he felt that his luggage was extremely heavy. Could it be that he had walked for too long and had hallucinations?

Anyway, he had nothing to do, so he opened the luggage. The moment he opened it, he suddenly paused, ah... besides a few clothes, there were actually two heavy things lying there.

The same is made of black iron, and it is shining brightly under the sun at this time, it is clearly his Qingyun, while the other is a bulging purse.

When did this kid, Ah Xuan, come in...

Luo Yunshu couldn't help feeling angry and funny.

He picked up the bulging money bag, looked at it for a few seconds, and suddenly a confident thought rolled out of his mind: "No, I've been eating and drinking for free these days, I can't ask for his things anymore, I'm Could it be that Luo Yunshu can't be self-reliant!" Thinking of this, he threw his purse aside.

"Goo—" Even so, it didn't take long before his stomach yelled at him unapologetically.

The confidence that Luo Yunshu had just soared suddenly deflated like a balloon.

"You must find a job that can make money first..." He got up from the ground, thinking to himself.

So, he found the nearest town, and planned to find a temporary job in the city to make ends meet, settle down, and then make a long-term plan.

After entering the city wall, Luo Yunshu looked up, and there were three powerful characters written with a brush on the city wall - Qingzhou City.

This place is full of traffic, not inferior to the streets of Fengdu. It is very lively. As the saying goes, the prosperity of the world is for profit, and the world is full of hustle and bustle for profit. The old saying is true, and this truth can be applied to the entire six realms .

Looking at the bustling crowd, Luo Yunshu suddenly flashed a picture of his master taking him and Shi Yunjun to the streets when he was a child. This echoed the excitement of Qingzhou City at this time. It was a blur, and the memories overlapped together. He seemed to see his young self, raising his head and smiling at the master. The innocent smile at that time is still very nostalgic to this day.

Luo Yunshu continued to recall, but he couldn't recall anything. Ever since he lost his memory, his impressions of the sect, master, and brothers were always intermittent, which also made him very distressed.

He sighed, and thought to himself: "Forget it, when I return to Fuzhu Gate, everything can surface."

He stared blankly at the front. Although his expression was stagnant, he still looked good. There was no way, Luo Yunshu was born with a pleasing face. At this time, there were girls who kept touching her on purpose. Touch his shoulder, or throw him a flowery handkerchief, and then run away shyly.

He was a little distressed, so he planned to walk with his head down.

Walking forward with his head down, suddenly, Luo Yunshu felt his head hurt, as if he had hit something heavy, he raised his head, and happened to meet a face staring at him angrily.

"Ah! I'm sorry!" He instinctively bowed and apologized.

"Boy, you don't have eyes when you walk!" the man said viciously. Just as he was about to punch him, he suddenly subconsciously noticed a burst of cold light from the boy's saber. He was so frightened that he immediately retracted his hand and could only hold it Curling his lips, he walked away feeling unlucky.

After he left, Luo Yunshu continued to poke his head curiously, and saw a large group of people who were discussing something around the announcement.

He leaned over to listen:

"Yeah, he died again, this is the third one!"

"I don't know what evil happened to the palace, it's so pitiful, alas..."

"That's right."

"What? Evil?" Luo Yunshu hurriedly squeezed through the crowd, apologizing non-stop. After insisting on this funny gesture, he finally squeezed under the public notice, which read impressively: Yesterday when Ding Mao Few, my family mourns the loss of a son, and we are all terrified. We hope that capable people will come to rescue us. Thank you very much!

"Thank you very much..." Luo Yunshu murmured and repeated, a little golden light radiated from his eyes.

God help me too.

He immediately ran out of the crowd, and after stumbling through endlessly looking for people to ask for directions, he finally arrived at the palace. On the way, there was a kind old woman who looked at him worriedly and said, "Young man, Don’t go to the palace, their house is very evil recently, many Fengshui masters have visited it, it’s useless at all!”

Hearing the word "evil door", Luo Yunshu's heart was even more moved. He suppressed the joyful expression on his face, shook his head hurriedly at the old grandma, and said it's okay, he has a hard life and can overcome ghosts.

Seeing that he was so persistent, the old man couldn't persuade him anymore. He just looked at him strangely, sighed, and staggered away on crutches.

The palace is a local rich man, so it is naturally rich and beautiful. However, the mansion no longer has the glory and auspicious atmosphere of the past, but it is replaced by mourning. There are three small white flowers on the forehead, which is less imposing and more charming.

At this time, the housekeeper was already overwhelmed by various matters, and he didn't even know that there was a new customer at the door.

So Luo Yunshu entered the palace very easily.

Luo Yunshu was even more astonished at the situation in the palace. He saw the white Tongbao paper money floating randomly in the air as if they didn’t need money. One blow fell and another came again, flying all over the sky like snowflakes, and then fell silent. The ground was already white.

Luo Yunshu stepped on the paper money and walked into the main room slowly. He stood in front of the door and saw a few women wearing plain mourning clothes, kneeling in front of the golden nanmu coffin and crying with pear blossom belts. In the rain, the tin-headed cloud grates on their heads disappeared long ago, replaced by waxy withered flowers, and the men were dressed in black clothes, sitting on the chairs next to the coffin with serious faces, bowing their heads and drinking. With 粢泰.

The weather at this time was gloomy, and the sun was completely blocked out by the evil spirit of the palace. Only a few white wax on the lotus candlesticks kept flowing hot oil, and the black shadow of the Feng Shui master was projected through the faint light of the white candles. On the imitation Chaoyuan map, it looks particularly gloomy.

"The sky opens the door, the earth opens the door, the monsters and ghosts leave quickly..." Apart from the woman's sobbing, the only thing left in the entire palace is the sound of performing the ritual.

Luo Yunshu knocked on the door, a woman immediately turned her head, her face was full of haggardness, her wrinkled eyes were already covered with bloodshot eyes, although she didn't know each other, she hurried to meet Luo Yunshu , as if to grab the last straw.

When she stood up, Luo Yunshu finally saw clearly the plain white silk with dark patterns all over her body. Although it was the simplest style, it still looked very graceful and luxurious when she wore it. Her demeanor is all over the place, like this, she should be an old lady in the mansion, Luo Yunshu rubbed his chin, secretly analyzing.

Every time he thinks, he likes to touch his chin, which seems to have become a habit.

The old lady walked towards Luo Yunshu gracefully, and when she reached Luo Yunshu's face, Luo Yunshu was about to bow to her and salute, but with a "plop", the lady first knelt down in front of him.

She clutched her clothes tightly, and the dignity and generosity of a few minutes ago had long since disappeared, replaced by the face of a mother who was suffering from the loss of her son.

"Hero... Please, save our family!" she wailed.

"Don't worry, I will do my best!" Luo Yunshu quickly helped her up. He didn't know how to comfort others since he was a child. At this moment, he racked his brains and could only think of this sentence. Difficulties, he himself has no bottom.

Mrs. Wang raised her head and saw that he was carrying a sword and he was very tall. She felt a lot more at ease, so she opened up the conversation box, trying to express all the grievances and fears in her heart to Luo Yunshu, "Hero ...we here..."

"Hey, don't listen to this old lady's nonsense, since she lost her son, her sanity has not been so clear." At this time, another old man staggered towards him, and he pulled Mrs. Wang away and stood by himself. Standing in front of Luo Yunshu, Luo Yunshu looked over, and saw that he was dressed in a noble manner, but his haggard face was exactly the same as Mrs. Wang's. It seemed that he should be the owner of this mansion.

The old man first took a look at Luo Yunshu, and asked, "Where did the hero come from?"

Luo Yunshu heard that this was to test whether he was reliable, and he replied respectfully: "My master came out of the Fuzhu Gate."

"Fuzhumen?" The old man frowned all of a sudden, it seemed that he had never heard of it.

Luo Yunshu was a little puzzled, how could it be possible that the Fuzhu Sect is one of the top ten sects in Jianghu, okay?

But Luo Yunshu still suppressed his expression very well.

Seeing the disbelief on the old man's face, Mrs. Wang ran to the old man and said something, after a while, the old man sighed and said to his wife: "Forget it, let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. "

This sentence was really heard by Luo Yunshu, Luo Yunshu: "..."

Don't let you see my true abilities, do you really think I'm a sick cat? !

Meow!

Luo Yunshu rolled up his sleeves full of energy.

He first asked the deceased's name. It turned out that the deceased was the eighth and youngest child of the palace. His real name was Wang Ze. In private, everyone called him Wang Ba, or Wang Xiaoba or Xiao Wangba.

Luo Yunshu: "..."

It's a shame to have such a name.

Then Luo Yunshu simply asked Xiao Wang Ba's birth date, and found nothing unusual, but the four words "no abnormality" happened to be the place that contained the most strangeness, he couldn't figure it out, what a living person , why did he die suddenly?

Luo Yunshu was about to cast a spell to find out, so he drove everyone out of the main room. The old man had no choice but to leave helplessly under the dubious gaze. When everyone left, he walked to the side of the coffin mound , At this time, the new coffin still has a hint of nanmu fragrance, which is rich and fragrant, matching the gloomy atmosphere around it, and has an indescribable weirdness.

He opened the lid of the coffin that hadn't been nailed, and inside was the little bastard who had been dead for a long time. His face was pale, and he seemed to be expressing his difficulty.

The wound on Xiao Wangba's body had long been covered by the blood-red shroud. Luo Yunshu carefully lifted off the shroud made of silk, and several big bloody cuts suddenly came into Luo Yunshu's eyes.

The wound had already festered, and it looked terrible.Luo Yunshu stretched out one hand to touch the wound that was already scabbed with blood, and continued to stroke his chin with the other hand, secretly analyzing.

The murderer's technique looks chaotic, but in fact it is very ruthless and fatal. Although the wound is very slender, but when you look closely, it is very rough, not as smooth as a single cut. It does not look like a knife... Rather like...

human nails.

He seemed to understand something, and immediately took out Qingyun and began to prepare to arrange the barrier.As soon as he recited the formula, Qingyun's whole body immediately burst into dazzling light, and immediately after that, the divine sword flew into the midair, sprinkled its own light in the entire main hall, and wrapped it around like a huge net. All the surrounding scenes and objects were included in it, while Luo Yunshu himself sat beside the coffin and closed his eyes to recite the formula.

After meditating on the ground for about a stick of incense, Qing Yun gradually withdrew his light and fell into Luo Yunshu's arms again. At this time, the main hall returned to its original darkness.

But after a while, the tranquility was broken, and the restless soul finally surfaced, and there were small cries all around. Luo Yunshu opened his eyes, and the palace was still the same at this time, but there were three more souls in front of him. , it seems that they should be the three sons recently lost by the palace.

The bodies of the three people were covered with thick black smoke, and their faces could not be seen clearly. When Luo Yunshu randomly approached one of the black shadows, he could hear the cloud of black smoke screaming, shouting, and asking questions. Come on, why kill him?

The other two are exactly the same.

It seems that the dialogue is impossible to achieve.

Luo Yunshu had no choice but to sit back on the teacher's chair, planning to find another way.

While he was scratching his head—

Suddenly, he noticed a fatal problem!

All three were complaining, so who was the cry he just mentioned?

Who is crying?