Chapter 6 Stepping on the Snow and Looking at the Moon

I stared at the 'monster' and looked at his protruding eyes, which were desolate, like a helpless child, looking for someone to cry. This is not the look that a 'monster' should have. It is not a body that a living person should have.

Xuanqing slowly approached him, and the 'monster' banged, half knelt on the ground, picked up a piece of wood, and pulled it on the ground. From time to time, he looked at Xuanqing, who was approaching.

I have a little numb claws. I don't know what he is going to do. I want to pull back Xuanqing, but I dare not move forward. At this time, Xuanqing, who had walked to the 'monster', suddenly said, "Write whatever you want!"

The monster took a look at Xuanqing and continued to pull on the ground. His chest was still bleeding. Finally, he couldn't hold on and fell to the ground. He tried to get up, but he couldn't do it. With a sob, his half-raise head fell heavily on the ground. He still held the wooden square in his big hand and couldn't close his eyes.

"You, how did you know he was a human?" I asked Xuanqing in a timid voice.

"Eyes!" Xuanqing squatted down with a solemn expression and wanted to help him close his eyes, but found that his eyelids had long been rotten.

I swallowed my saliva. I don't know what this man has experienced. Maybe death is God's greatest gift to him.

Xuanqing took a long breath of relief and looked at the messy handwriting on the ground: "After a few years in the cold window, the sun and the moon lacked light. I don't know how much the sky is, but my wife drinks hatred. Evil is born on the side of courage and powerless to return to heaven. There is no skill to ascend to immortality, and you can't cross. If you move forward, don't believe..."

After reading it, Xuanqing couldn't help trembling all over. I didn't fully understand the meaning of those words, and I don't know why Xuanqing was so excited: "What do these words mean? It feels like you want to tell us something!"

Xuanqing sighed and said to me, "This man's wife was humiliated and hanged herself. He wanted to revenge, but he was persecuted and was subjected to evil tricks. He couldn't survive or die. As for what he was going to tell us, he didn't know what he was going to tell us, just wrote about it."

After listening to the 'buzz' of my head, I was furious: "His grandmother robbed his daughter-in-law and turned people into this appearance, letting me know who must kill him!"

Although I don't know what the man's name is, looking at his miserable appearance, tears have slipped to his cheeks. I can't bear to look at it again. Only the messy and complicated handwriting on the ground confirms his endless pain.

"Burn it, don't let him die and suffer. Don't forget that he saved our lives..." After I finished speaking, Xuanqing began to collect wooden squares.

A simple memorial service, opened by Xuanqing Xuanqing's "Nine Xuan Hui Soul". The flames went out, and the smoke and dust fell somewhere. Maybe he was holding his wife's skillful hands that could sew shoes and sew clothes. His eyes were facing each other. The years passed, and he did not regret it.

"Is there a place in the world, like the fog river when I was a child, where every family's chimneys are smoking, and every household will be red as long as they can eat coarse grain?"

"People's hearts are a thick earth full of evil thoughts. There are people everywhere, and there is no pure place!" Xuanqing stared at the ghost fire in the dark and sighed.

I was a little disappointed after listening to it, but my heart seemed to have a pimple in my heart. What on earth is the man going to tell us and let us not to believe?

Xuanqing picked up the inner elixir on the ground and continued to move forward, beating a hungry drumbeat in his belly. When he was about to hold on, he had reached the end of the cave. Xuanqing covered his thighs and shook out some remnants of the big smoky gour from his trousers pocket. He carefully took them and wiped them in his mouth.

Look at the stone wall in front of you, layers of stone steps circle up, and the cold wind filtered through it, making people tremble coldly. Xuanqing told me to avoid this evil wind, which was a little abnormal.

I laughed at him for being a little full of grass and trees, but he didn't dare to be careless. I remember that when I was a child, I forgot to close the window when I was a child, and I got a little red pimple. Later, my fourth uncle went to the mountain to pick some artemisia for me and smashed it and applied it on my body before I recovered.

The fourth uncle said that it was a ghost. He didn't close the window when he slept at night. While you were sleeping, he climbed on the window sill and blew air on him. Ghost wind pimples are better, but there is another layer of goose bumps. Listening to absurdity, thinking about it is really different from the pimples caused by the wind and dampness.

Who knows what kind of demon wind this is? I don't know how many times I should die this night. Maybe I really deserve to die. I helped Xuanqing climb up layer by layer. When I was tired, I sat on the steps and rested for a while.

Xuanqing frowned and said to me, "Left, if your fourth uncle saw you so sensible, he would definitely be happy."

I held back the tears that were about to break the dike and said to Xuanqing, "If the fourth uncle were still there, we wouldn't have to work so much!"

I picked up Xuanqing on the ground and climbed all the way. I don't know how long it has been. Even though the cave is dark, it is also boneless and numb when I look down. Occasionally, the stones fall squarely, and there are endless echoes. It is hard to imagine whether there will be a whole body if I fall down.

The stone steps climbed to the end and were so tired that they were out of breath. A wooden door stood in front of them. I asked Xuanqing doubtfully, "This door is so tightly sealed. Where did the evil wind just blow from?"

"Since I say it is an evil wind, I can't talk about it all. In ancient times, people's wind was caused by the wandering of souls, but according to the current explanation, the wind is generated by air pressure. I don't know how big this cave is, and the terrain is uneven, and there will definitely be a flow of air. Therefore, ordinary feng shui masters first look at the wind, then choose the water, and the wind. If you find the right mouth, you can also confirm the location. But this wind is a wind of evil, which may have something to do with the heavy yin here. Xuanqing explained to me.

I nodded and looked at the door densely engraved with runes. Maybe I was afraid that the body would break out of the door.

I want to kick it away with my foot, but I'm afraid that I won't succeed and bounce myself down the stone steps. Xuanqing rubbed his hands and got up to hit the wooden door. Just as I was about to hold him, I heard him scream and fell out of the door.

I was about to go out when I said that I lifted my foot into the air. Looking at the snow with a drop of nearly ten meters below, Xuanqing fell heavily on the snow below.

I was staggering up and shouting at me. I was dizzy. Even if I was prepared to jump down in such a high place, I had to fall and vomit blood.

I was hesitating. Seeing that Xuanqing below was shouting at me, he kept waving his hands and pointing behind me. I knew that there must be something behind me, but I didn't dare to look back.

Suddenly, I felt the strong wind blowing behind me. I don't know what grabbed my back and kept dragging it back. I looked back and almost peed my trousers. I don't know when the white mountain corpse king followed up again. He grabbed me and was about to fill it in my mouth, and life and death were hanging on the line.

When I was unlucky, the heel of the walkway hit the back of the head, and it was about to come out, but it was full of branches.

I struggled forward, and my clothes were torn open. I was secretly glad that this was the one bought by my fourth uncle. The corpse king suddenly got out of his hand, his center of gravity was unstable, and retreated two steps. At this time, I took a fierce attack. When you were sick and killed you, I flew up and kicked the corpse king's chest. The corpse king took another step back, but this was the last step of its zombie career.

For a long time, a crisp sound echoed in the cave, and the lingering sound went around the ears for a long time.

I saw that the corpse king had fallen down and didn't dare to delay. He took a full breath, closed his eyes and jumped down and fell heavily on the snow. Although he was not injured, Venus appeared in front of him.

I grinned and stood up to see that Xuanqing was still staring at the hole. I patted him: "The corpse king is not good. It's solved with one kick! The bone dregs have been smashed to pieces.

"This time it's not the corpse king!" Xuanqing said to me with her nose.

"You have to force us both to die. If there is anything else to play, you should come out!" I shouted loudly. Still complacent about kicking down the corpse king just now.

But when I saw the scene in front of me, I was not confident. I swallowed my saliva and saw that four or five walking corpses climbed up. I didn't meet the walking corpses in it. How come out, and those walking corpses returned to the sun!

I saw a walking corpse roaring, and I could even smell the rotten smell from his body. Xuanqing picked up a wooden stick somewhere, hit the walking corpse in mid-air, and flew far away.

I stationed with my hands and kept retreating, but the walking corpses were getting closer and closer, and several walking corpses were roaring and rushing together. There is no intention to die, but there is no room for you to struggle.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and a long sword with cold light scratched against the door, and a walking corpse fell on the snow. I thought, when did Xuanqing practice such a unique skill?

In consternation, he suddenly saw a burly figure, running to the walking corpse in front of him in the snow and pulling out the iron sword nailed to the walking corpse, but he didn't have time to raise his hand to cut through the walking corpse rushed by the wind. He shouted, returned and slapped his hand on the skull of the walking corpse, and the sound of bone cracking came to his ears.

The walking corpse broke back 90 degrees and fell on the snow. The long sword was dazzling, and the walking corpse's head was broken. In a short time, all the walking corpses were solved. I stared at the man's back and sighed, "Good skills. In terms of strength, I also have a fight with the fourth uncle.

The man turned around, gasping for breath, thick eyebrows and round eyes, with a fierce murderous atmosphere. He frowned, looked at us and asked, "Who are you? How did you get here? How did those bodies change? Where did you come in?"

I don't know how to answer this series of cannon-like questions. The awkward pestle was there and didn't answer.

Xuanqing next to him held his fists and said, "The two of us are going to Yulongpo to visit Guo Genling. Elder Guo, I don't know if this place is Yulongpo."

After hearing this, the man turned around, stood in front of him with a long sword, stared at the moon, glanced at Xuanqing with the afterglow, and asked coldly, "What are you looking for him? Did you also kill the 'Zhulong corpse monster' in Wollonggang?

I don't know what Zhulong corpse monster is, but I guessed that what he said might be the strange man full of sarcoma. Xuanqing didn't know how to answer and nodded vaguely.

The man suddenly turned around and turned his attitude 180 degrees. He picked me up, held Xuanqing's hand with a simple smile, and said to Xuanqing, "Thank you for except the corpse monster for Yulongpo!"

Xuanqing was stunned, turned his eyes, pointed to me, and said, "The corpse monster is the hand blade of this little brother. He is the son of Jiang Huhai's biological disciple!"

Xuanqing's language is incoherent. Looking at it, he wants to mention acquaintances and get close to him. The man looked stunned and said to me, "Oh, do you know Jiang Huhai?"

I nodded, and the man looked up to the sky and laughed and said to me, "Haha, I said, if it were an ordinary person, how could he kill the corpse monster without damage!" OK! I have heard about Jiang Huhai's name for a long time, but I met him. Today, when I saw him, Jiang Huhai's disciples and grandchildren are so good, which is really extraordinary!"

I was ashamed for a while, but I couldn't help asking him, "How do you know that the corpse is dead? What's wrong with that corpse monster?"

The man thought for a while, sighed and said to me, "Don't be afraid of the little brother's jokes. Wolongong was originally a temporary morgue for Wanlong's life, and it needs to be guarded every day. Afraid of corpse changes. But I don't know when the corpse monster broke in and used it as a nest. The guards in the post were blooded, and several batches of first-class masters were sent in and out. But the corpse monster can restrain the corpse change in it, but there is a thousand-year-old corpse in Wolonggang. I don't know when it will attack. I want to set fire, but I can't get in. Nothing has happened in these years, but there is a hidden uneasiness in my heart. Only then did he know that the monster was dead when he heard the echo ring. If it hadn't been for the corpse king, he would not have run out at this time. Since the little brother is not only the corpse monster, but also Jiang Huhai's apprentice, there is nothing to say about it. Come with me.

By coincidence, I was regarded as a master, and I'm afraid the 'Zhulong corpse monster' in his mouth is not that simple. Looking at his flashy words, there must be something fishy. But I can't think too much about it. Standing on the snow has been shivered with cold.