After dawn, we turned back to the village, and Shen Chong led his people to stay in the collapsed double-covered mound.

Before leaving, he pulled me to explain for a while. The general meaning was to let me calm my temper and not show any uncooperational attitude or even hostility towards the comrades in the scientific expedition team. This would be very bad. Maybe after going back, they would complain to the superiors, which might ruin my future.

Before this, Shen Chong once told me something, that is, this operation is just a running-in. After the completion, the provincial bureau will draw capable personnel to form several teams to handle emergency incidents. Although he is not qualified to be the captain, he should be able to serve as a deputy. By that time, there will definitely be a place in the emergency team, so I must seize it.

This kind of organization is very special. This is the case with Mute Nur in Xichuan. Generally, they are elite and are absolutely quick and quick in handling things. They can train people and have more and better opportunities and treatments.

I could understand Shen Chong's kindness, so I remained silent throughout the whole process. After returning to the small village of Yamaguchi, I was arranged to be in the same courtyard as Zhang Zhiqing. Xiao Lu was stimulated and was also arranged to rest. As for Dai Qiaojie, although she was hit on her chest, she was not. She barely took on the responsibility of Shen Chong, arranged personnel, and escorted Teacher Sun and another member of the scientific expedition team to the village. One was to transfer the jade slip, and the other was to ask for help from the superiors.

There is no telephone in the village, which is very inconvenient, but Dai Qiaojie still contacted the local militia captain and organized more than a dozen strong villagers to go into the mountain and go to Shuangbaoqiu to be on duty.

There are many things, but these have nothing to do with me. I was arranged to be in my fellow villager's house, a separate room. After drinking the porridge made from corn mixed with sweet potatoes, I put it in a roll and lie down and went to bed.

It is said to be sleeping, but it is actually to consolidate the heat flow in the body that is randomly tangled. I have practiced the "Annotation of the Sutra of Planting Demons". Although this method of Zhoutian is remote and strange, it is also a method of consolidation of practice. When I entered this tract, the first thing I learned was the Taoist scriptures, but the one I practiced was the magic skill. I used to be careful and did not dare to communicate with others. I lay on the bed in the room and closed my eyes to practice. The person had entered a state of meditation. Before I knew it, it was already night.

When I opened my eyes, I let out a long sigh of relief, feeling the breath as if it was like a sword, swallowing and spitting like fog, and my whole body was warm. All the internal and external injuries I had suffered before were gone. I stood up and pinched my fists, and the bones in my body were crackling.

Refining essence into qi, refining qi into spirit, refining spirit into emptiness, these three steps are the three stages of the practice of internal alchemy in Chinese Taoism. When the last stage reaches the Great Perfection, you can become an immortal in the position of the earth, transcend the world, and ignore human affairs. Like me, those who have just entered the industry are mostly at the stage of "refining essence into qi", raising muscles, bones, skin and flesh, solidifying the carrier of consciousness. In this way, the bones are clattering, and the meridians of the muscles and bones are connected, and their cultivation is one step further.

This situation made me feel a little relieved, because the stronger I am, the safer I can be. Whether I can survive the eighteen disasters is safely depends on my own opportunities and efforts.

It was getting late and it was dark outside. The fat girl didn't know where she went. I stood in the window and looked out. I saw that the whole village was in a dim light. At the distant head of the village, a few red lanterns seemed to have risen high. This scene made people feel a little strange. I couldn't help but panic, hurriedly put on my clothes, then pushed the door and walked out.

I didn't find the fellow villagers in this house. The whole house was empty, not to mention adults, not to mention children, and it was terriblely quiet.

I remember that Zhang Zhiqing was in the second room on his left hand. The fellow villager went to the door. This was understandable. Zhang Zhiqing was frightened in the early morning and his sprained ankle began to attack again, so he should have stayed in the room.

When I arrived at the second room on my left, I looked at the faintly hidden wooden door, and suddenly I had a very bad premonition.

This is not a kind of intuition, but because I smelled a faint smell of blood.

The smell is very light, it must have been deliberately processed. Generally, I can't feel it if I don't smell it carefully. However, the more I do this, the more I feel unforgettable. After pausing for two or three seconds, I pulled out the close-fitting little sword, then took a deep breath, and pushed the wooden door open.

After opening a large crack in the door, the wooden door suddenly seemed to be blocked by something and closed it backwards.

I secretly felt something was wrong, so I put my hand on the door and pushed forward bit by bit, but when I pushed it halfway, I felt a strong resistance behind the door, which made it difficult for me to push it open again.

After roughly feeling the composition of this resistance, my heart suddenly sank, gritted my teeth, kicked it, and kicked the door inside. Just as the door was squeezing towards the inside, a black shadow suddenly swayed towards me from the door.

I subconsciously pushed the side two steps, dodged, then reached out and grabbed the thing in my hand. When I looked up, it was Zhang Zhiqing.

Zhang Zhiqing, who was hanging on the beam of the house, had a ferocious and terrifying face, his gray face and tongue fell down, his eyes almost protruded, his hands drooped, and his whole body was stiff like a piece of wood.

Zhang Zhiqing died. On this strange night, he was hung behind the door. I let go of his legs in dismay, but he began to sway, and a squeak above my head.

My mood was extremely complicated at that time. I used fear, annoyance, regret, fear and a deep sense of loss. I also used it in my heart, giving me the feeling, just as if my heart was tightly held, and I had the urge to shout unceasingly.

Zhang Zhiqing, who was hanging, swayed on the beam of the house. I couldn't bear to have his body ruined like this. With a wave of his hand, the little sword was immediately nailed to the beam of the house, and Zhang Zhiqing's body also fell down.

I caught it, put it flat on the ground, and then began to check the cause of death for him.

Zhang Zhiqing did not die of suffocation, and there were no fatal injuries on his whole body except for blood marks between his mouth and nose. After eliminating these, I took out a silver needle and stabbed it directly into Zhang Zhiqing's thigh. This needle was touched by Liu Laosan privately after using it. Unexpectedly, it came in handy now.

I looked at the black silver needle and looked angry. This shows that Zhang Zhiqing was killed by someone with poison. The purpose of my trip was not completed after all. I did not protect Zhang Zhiqing. How could I explain to Yizhihua and Xiaoni after I went back?

Who is it that he took Zhang Zhiqing's life silently and even hung him up?

Looking at Zhang Zhiqing's stiff face, I felt a fire in my chest. I subconsciously beat the ground twice, but I was still very depressed.

However, this is not a good time to hurt the spring and autumn. From Zhang Zhiqing's body, I roughly guessed that he was killed a few hours ago. Although he was sad, he did not have much fear. The world was so big that he lived the most. I didn't need to stay here to fight to the death, so I gently placed his body on the ground, and I turned around and left the yard.

Time flies. When I come out, I feel a cool feeling behind me. The cold wind is rushing into my trouser legs. I look around and sees it as quiet as water, and no figure appears.

The whole village seemed to be dead, and there was nothing to give back, quietly and scary.

Only then did I feel scared. If there were no one in the yard where we live and Zhang Zhiqing died bizarrely, this matter was still abrupt, then where did the people in this village go? When I thought about it, I immediately felt weak and pinched myself to see if I was dreaming.

The severe pain came from my waist, and I felt a sudden sensation, and I realized that the scene in front of me was like a false change, and it was really impossible to be true anymore.

Standing by the empty road in the middle of the village, my eyes were attracted by the lanterns in the distance. The big red lanterns were hung high and were cloaked in the four corners of the village, southeast, west and north, as if they were like a while, making people unable to escape. I immediately ran to Xiao Lu, who was not far away, and wanted to know the safety of that companion, but the result was neither good nor bad - it was because I had not seen people, nor bad, but I had not seen the corpse.

There was silence around, only the red lanterns hanging high in the sky, which made me feel lonely as if I was abandoned. My whole body was a little nervous and subconsciously shouted towards the empty street: "Fuck..."

This swear word seemed to be a stone that was thrown into the calm lake water. All the tranquility turned into invisible. I seemed to hear a lot of noise, which sounded from the village head, buzzed, and then came to this side. I was about to walk forward and take a look, but a white figure glanced past me and reached out to grab me. I was about to resist, but I heard a familiar voice shouting anxiously: "You guy, it's me!"

It was Sister Dai Qiao. When I heard her voice, I didn't resist. She slid out of the corner, grabbed my arm, and dragged me into the darkness. I let her drag it, but I still asked anxiously: "What's going on here?"

Sister Dai Qiao pinched my arm in anger and whispered: "The things that were shouting that they couldn't find someone, why are you calling you? After entering this Dharma Rope Dojo, there was hope to break free, but as soon as you yell, we probably won't be able to survive."
Chapter completed!