rainy night.
The thorny bamboo forest was watered for a day, and it was swaying in the gust of wind from all directions, and the leaves were dripping like beads of water.
Dark clouds covered the night, and the entire city of Zuoji couldn't see a ray of light, just like a deep and empty cemetery.
In fact, under the willow tree on the slope at the corner of the city, there are solitary graves.
The tomb had been newly repaired, all the weeds that had grown over the summer had been removed, and even the tombstones had been wiped clean.
Chu Zhi got up slowly from the front of the stele, and the raindrops fell densely, being bounced off by the spiritual power around him.
He stood sullenly until a flash of lightning flashed in the night sky. He looked up, then turned to the name on the stone tablet and said, "Second senior brother, I will come to see you when I have time."
In the distance, lightning flashed across the sky above the willow tree, and the momentary light illuminated the name on the stele.
——The tomb of Xie Zhiwei, real Bixu.
The handwriting engraved by the knife has been polished very smooth, and it seems that it has aged.
The figure of Yu Jian disappeared into the rain, but he didn't know that someone at the place where he was standing just now finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Seven feet underground.
Old Du Gui held his breath for a whole day, subconsciously glanced at the top of his head, with lingering fears in his heart: "My mother, chatting with the dead for a whole day, the head of Qianyang City is not bright, and I really believe that the dead can return to their souls on the anniversary of death, which almost exposed us."
The people on the side took a shovel and started digging, "It's not necessarily a bad thing. Daozong celebrated the death day for Daoist Bixu today, and the weather is bad, so we won't keep an eye on this place for the time being."
"For four years, I don't know how many people in the world have come up with this idea. But we are the first ones to come to this point. I say Maozi, you will be happy for a long time after doing this job." Lao Du rubbed It seems very exciting to start.
Mao Zi buried his head in digging, and said in his mouth: "There are still three zhangs left to get through, and it won't be too late to be happy after receiving the reward."
"I'm coming."
These two were masters at digging graves, and they bought the farmer closest to Yujing Daozong. Find out the location, build a house as a cover, and close the door all day long to dig a tunnel inside. The destination is to bury the grave of the late Zaoji City Lord.
It took a year and it was finally completed tonight.
The last block of soil was shoveled away, and the narrow tomb appeared in front of the two of them.
Looking at the ordinary coffin, Maozi stopped cautiously. "This real Xie had great supernatural powers in his life. Will he become a particularly vicious ghost after his death?"
A look of greed appeared in Lao Du's eyes, as if the million-dollar bounty had already been held in his hands.
He swallowed his saliva, and said without hesitation: "Nonsense, if he can show his spirit, I know that he just wandered around his grave for a day, why didn't he come out to meet him?"
"What it means is that we only need to avoid the pursuit of the living."
Old Du didn't take it seriously: "A living person? People from the Taoist sect can't detect it now, and they don't have evidence to take us in the future, and our benefactor is not easy to mess with."
"But Xie Zhiwei's apprentice is the prince of Kyushu, so it's not easy to mess with."
"Come on, that prince just doesn't know where to enjoy his blessings. He has never been back to the Taoist sect in four years, and he may have forgotten this poor place."
The two lost all scruples and devoted all their attention to the corpse in the coffin that was said to have held the white lotus and the black lotus.
Lao Du sat on the outer coffin and pulled out the rivets one by one, while Mao Zi squatted on the ground to start a fire.
Both of them were able to see at night after robbing the tomb for a long time, but they still lit a pewter tree and placed it in a corner of the tomb.
After pulling out the nails, Old Du jumped down to the ground, seeing the bright candle flames, he felt relieved. Holding the coffin cover and moving it out, he continued to lament the deeds of the owner of the tomb. "To say that Xie Zhiwei died really badly. If such a powerful person is still alive, he might be number one in the world, but he was poisoned to death. The murderer hasn't come out yet. What's the matter?"
"No, it's too embarrassing." Maozi was in awe of the protagonist of the conversation, cupped his hands and said: "Thank you, the young ones, you should eat together, don't blame me, old man, I will definitely give you more for the young ones in the future." Burn paper money."
After finishing the outer coffin, Lao Du began to pull out the nails on the coffin lid. Hearing this, he was amused: "I haven't got anything yet, so I'm thinking about giving money to the dead."
"Tsk, don't talk nonsense."
"You must be timid." Old Du sneered at Maozi's caution, threw away the last rivet, and slapped his hand on the coffin: "I don't even see if the person inside can hear."
When he said this, he suddenly got excited, and patted maliciously again: "Hey, old man, did you hear that?"
The tomb was already dull and silent, so that his voice was particularly abrupt, but after the last word was finished, it seemed that the tomb became even quieter.
Old Du knocked on the coffin lid again, triumphantly.
Mao Zi walked over with his mouth curled up, without any hesitation, he planned to remove the coffin lid with him.
At this time, the two of them suddenly heard a vague answer from under the coffin lid: "Yeah, I heard it."
Probably waking up from a long sleep, the voice was deep, hoarse, and naturally clear, like a sword slowly being pulled out of a scabbard that had rusted for a long time.
Old Du took a deep breath, and instantly became motionless.
The candlelight flickered, only two figures cast on the stone wall, nothing else.
He asked suspiciously, "Maozi, were you talking just now?"
Maozi shook his head with difficulty, his face pale: "No, it's not me..."
One of them is a teenager and the other is an old man, but the one speaking seems to be a young man...
The eyes of the two people staring at each other slowly widened, the hairs on their backs stood up, and they both looked at the coffin lid under their hands.
It was at this moment that the coffin lid, which was originally safe and stable, suddenly moved, as if something pushed it from inside.
Maozi exclaimed and quickly withdrew his hands.
"Hold it!" Old Du was well-informed, and felt that it was probably a fraudulent corpse.
But the movement of the coffin lid was getting louder and louder, and it was lifted up stubbornly. Maozi half-stretched his body and lay on it, panting tiredly: "The coffin board can't hold it down... what should I do?"
Old Du's face was sinking like water, and he took out the black donkey's hoof from his pocket with one hand, in case the "thing" inside broke out, he would use this to greet him.
But before he could get into position, the "something" inside seemed impatient, pushed hard, and the coffin lid was instantly lifted.
It was filled with water or some other liquid, and it splashed around as the coffin lid was opened.
The candle flame was instantly extinguished by a splash of water.
The two lost their minds, and howled ghostly and howling in the dark tomb for a while, guessing that this time most of them have to explain it here.
A gust of cold wind blew quickly, and it seemed that a wet figure rushed out. Lao Du and Maozi fled in a panic, but in a hurry, they either bumped into the stone wall or collided with each other, and they couldn't find the exit for a while.
Mao Zi cried: "Thank you, Master, thank you, Grandpa, thank you God! Please forgive me..."
After being yelled at by him, Lao Du calmed down, "Don't panic, look, there's nothing going on."
Maozi listened attentively.
Really, the wind and shadows are gone.
He wiped his eyes, bravely went to the coffin with Lao Du to look, the inside was empty, only full of water.
The body was gone.
Lao Du covered Mao Zi's mouth that was about to scream again, and looked around, but there was nothing there either.
The traces of water spread out from the side of the coffin, leading straight to the depths of the excavated tunnel.
Old Du opened his eyes wide and said to Maozi: "The corpse, run, run away..."
Maozi nodded vigorously under his hands, his eyes widened wider than his.
After a year of hard work, seeing that millions of rewards are at your fingertips, it is all in vain now.
Not only that, but the powerful financial backer will definitely not let them go.
Maozi took off his hand and said with a mournful face, "Old Du, what should we do? Is Master Xie dead or not?"
At first, Lao Du wanted to go and look for it, but when he saw the winding water traces underground, he immediately flinched.
Uncertain future.
If Xie Zhiwei is a dead person, then he has become a murderous corpse now, is the reward of one million dollars worth their death
It would be even more dangerous if he was alive. With such a secret on his body, he definitely doesn't want people to know that he is not dead. In case of murder...
But it is not reconciled to ask him to let a year's hard work go to waste.
Lao Du was a little anxious, he walked around the coffin, looked at the crystal clear water inside, and suddenly stopped.
With courage, he reached in and touched a little.
Mao Zi watched his movements: "Could it be... Isn't it just ordinary water?"
Lao Du didn't answer, put his finger under his nose and sniffed hard for a while, his brows gradually loosened: "This seems to be..."
The rain is still falling, but it has come to an end, and the patter is unbearable.
A figure opened the door and looked out, his gaze was a little dull.
"It's strange... I didn't get caught in the rain, why did I get soaked?"
He took a step back, wanting to enter the room and sit down to think slowly, but he tripped over the threshold, fell on his back, and hit the back of his head heavily on the blue brick floor.
"Ah... Fuck me!"
"Ding-"
A sharp siren sounded in his mind, shaking him to sit up.
"Reminder, swearing is not in line with Xie Zhiwei's personality, so ban it for one day."
"Hey, wait..."
Xie Zhiwei's half-opened mouth was tightly closed immediately, as if stuck with glue, it could not be opened again.
He has always given forbidden spells to others, and this time he has finally tasted this kind of pain.
But at the same time, a piece of his memory was finally returning to its place.
With no time to care about anything else, holding back his anger, he quickly rummaged through the hut and found two sets of clothes and a handful of silver. Before going out, he even took the oil-paper umbrella that was leaning against the foot of the bed.
Running wildly in the rain, he turned on the system with a sullen face until he left the village.
The grass python hero came up with a yawn, "Idol, you are awake, isn't it great to sleep for so long?"
Xie Zhiwei sneered: "It's so cool, do you want to bring the poisonous "" medicine that you see in vain, and you can taste it?"
"Hey hey hey, idol, not all good things have to be shared."
Xie Zhiwei gritted his teeth: "You have to write the tragic situation of this poison in the article early in the morning, labor and management will never accept this plot! I thought it was enough to pretend, but it turns out that it is really dead, your uncle promised to continue the life What about the spring!!!”