"I had a sudden pause in my expression."
I thought originally, Zhang nei doesn't want to create more trouble, and see no move when encountering a detour.
But from his expression, it seems he genuinely didn't notice.
Recalling the time when we entered the village, I noticed the existence of the detour, and they didn't react at all.
Could it be that there are certain conditions required to see this detour?
For a moment, I was unsure in my heart.
Zhang gui's paper face revealed a trace of tension, saying seriously, "Brother Luo, I indeed did not see any detours. Although this area is relatively safe, it is still not enough safe. The cultivation of the Taoist wants to enter the ghost wall here, we should not go in, it is easy to cause trouble. The pavilion is ahead."
"Yes, Zhuang brother speaks so." I nod my head, and my expression shows that I am still worried.
"Let's go." Zhang Gui also slightly relaxed, and took a step forward.
I slightly narrowed my eyes, and raised my leg to take a step forward.
However, with this step, I did not follow Zhanggui, but stepped into the detour.
In an instant, everything in front of me changed.
Thin mist surged up, filling the air.
Wherever I stand, I am obviously standing in the village road, just a dozen meters away from the pavilion at the entrance of the village.
The already dark and gloomy sky was overlaid with a faint, eerie green. The eye in the night sky was extremely round and extremely pale, with strands of mist swirling around it like meridians.
The houses on both sides were either partially opened doors, or some windows had faces crawling on them.
They were all secretly watching me and giggling.
My heart was pounding, like a drum being beaten...
Without hesitation, I stepped forward.
There were no ghosts on the road, and the ghost that reported last time did not appear.
The avenging ghost does not move at all the time; most of the time, it is resting.
My guess is that Han Qiu did something, possibly found the location of the item that controls the avenging ghost, and was killed by it.
Therefore, Han Qiu followed me to leave, and the avenging ghost only appeared!
To enter this place again is completely with a mindset of breaking all ties and plunging ahead without retreat!
There is no way out, and eventually, someone will play you to death.
It's better to fight and fight hard to gain a voice.
Soon, I reached the front of a slightly shorter house.
I lightened my body and lifted the qi, reaching out to push open the door.
"Master Han?" The voice was very low, basically in sync with opening the door.
The quiet room inside only had the sound of creaking and the sound of the wind outside, without any response.
In the narrow living room, there was only a table that was dirty on all four sides, with a teapot in the tray, covered with several bowls, and two used water bowls beside it.
A door on the left and two doors on the right, all tightly closed.
Turned back to close the door of the house, looking at the bowls on the table.
Last time Han Qiu brought me in, he poured me a bowl of water, and I recognized my own bowl.
I poured a bowl of water and drank it down gulugulu.
The cold water refreshed my mind.
After putting down the bowl, I sat next to the table, my brows furrowed.
Judgment, some errors.
I previously thought that the avenging ghost had killed him, it was only killed him, and did not let his soul fly away, is to let him be trapped here forever.
So, when he fell, he simply fell; he must have been able to return to the house.
It's been several days, and the water bowl hasn't been cleaned up, which means Han Qiu hasn't returned to the house...
Could it be that the avenging ghost has killed him?
For a moment, my heart was in a state of uncertainty.
In order to achieve the goal, Han Qiu is definitely a necessary link.
Resting for a while, I got up and left the house, heading straight for the village road ahead.
Not far, I saw a person lying on the ground.
White robe, tidy hair, and the top braid.
That's not Han Qiu?
I was so worried that I thought Han Qiu's soul had been scattered.
However, I soon realized something was wrong.
His body, still has some slight ups and downs.
Living zombie spirit, with a trace of breath left, this breath is all hanging on to the obsession. If there is no external force, and the obsession does not dissipate, the living zombie will not die.
Since Han Qiu is fine, why does he lie here motionless?
I crouched down in front of Han Qiu, turning over his body.
My face stiffened instantly!
Practically all of Han Qiu's joints were pierced by a wooden sword, and there was one on his forehead as well.
After death, the body stiffens. The body movements are very mechanical. The basic method of killing the dead is to restrict its joint movements.
Old Qin reminded me when he taught me the Jiuliu techniques that although he spoke and taught me in person, he himself would not use those methods, but he still emphasized to me that which positions on the ghost-mother's wailing staff can most hurt the soul, and where the copper coins and peachwood nails used by the dead-body driver fall, it is easier to subdue the dead body.
The wooden sword on Han Qiu's forehead was specifically inserted into the Gaining Gate acupoint.
This place, is one of the most hardened parts of the body on a corpse, and it is also one of the deadliest spots!
The body movements were restricted, and the soul was held back, no wonder Han Qiu could only lie here, motionless.
Hesitating for a moment, I first carried Han Qiu on my back and walked towards his residence.
I noticed that the villagers who were secretly watching me and giggling, basically didn't laugh. They stared at me tightly, and the emotions they transmitted were surprised, even faintly fearful.
I returned to the slightly shorter house and put Han Qiu on the chair, then I removed the wooden sword on his head.
The material is peachwood, but the method is more refined. However, there is a trace of blood on the wooden sword, which is not like a normal peachwood sword with the function of dispelling positive chi and protecting against evil spirits.
Rather, it seems that the peachwood has been stained by evil qi, and with even more evil qi, it has suppressed Han Qiu.
The method of the avenging ghost... is rather cunning.
Even ghosts use peachwood swords?
Han Qiu's scattered eyes, suddenly became lively. He grunted in a dull tone.
I immediately watched Han Qiu's face with caution.
He did not retreat, and at this time, Han Qiu was still unable to move.
"Brother Tang!" Han Qiu's hoarse voice carried a trace of magnetism, and his eyes also showed delight.
"Pull out the other wooden swords!" His voice contained an urgent tone.
I didn't move, still staring at Han Qiu face-to-face.
Han Qiu's urgency grew stronger, and there was a trace of anxiety.
"Brother Tang, you didn't leave, and you came to save me. I am extremely moved."
"But this place is not suitable for long-term stay! We must leave immediately!" Han Qiu added.
I still maintained silence.
"You don't seem like a bad person," I said.
From Han Qiu's body, I can indeed feel no traces of malice, and he is rarely cold, but more of the characteristics of a corpse, which led him to be so cold and gloomy.
"If I, a Daoist sect, is evil, I would have been struck by heavenly thunder long ago. If I am evil, at that time, I would not have held him back and let Brother Tang leave!" Han Qiu's voice became thick.
"No, in essence, you are, and you do all manner of evil!" I shook my head, refuting Han Qiu's words.
Han Qiu's eyes revealed a trace of astonishment and confusion!
I said one word after another: "Heavenly law circulates, and retribution never fails. Because of your unscrupulousness, the avenging ghost has plucked your heart and liver. You don't seem like a bad person, but you are not. You must be extremely wicked!”
