Rush rust...

The shadow of the tree in the yard was shaking in the paper window, the wind outside the house squeezed into the gap, the oil lamp was dim and extinguished, and the guy, who was separated by a curtain, had a light bump, staring at the female corpse parked on the spirit bed without blinking.

The shop guy looked at it for a while, his eyes were sore, his eyelids drooped, and his sleepiness came. In the hazy, he heard a slight sound. The sleepy guy woke up with a shiver and quickly wiped his eyes.

On the other side of the blurry curtain, the oil lamp swayed, and the body on the spirit bed was covered with a white cloth and sat upright.

‘I...my...my...mother...'

Seeing the dead woman of the shopkeeper sitting up, she uncovered the paper quilt on her body, put her stiff legs down, and during the movement, the white cloth covering her face slid down, revealing her light golden face, her eyes were gray and dull, her mouth and nose were crooked, and her blue tongue was held by her lips, and she slowly walked through the curtain with a shake.

Gu~

The guy swallowed, closed his eyes, covered his head under the quilt, and curled up.

‘If I had known it... I wouldn’t have earned the shopkeeper’s more than a dozen quotations...’

After a while, there seemed to be no movement in the room. The guy quietly picked up the gap in the quilt. In the dim light, a figure in a mourning suit was walking back and forth. At some point, he seemed to feel someone peeking, and turned around and looked towards him.

The guy screamed "Ah--" and lifted the quilt and saw that he looked light gold. The dead body stood beside the bed. He was so scared that he turned off the bed and ran to open the door with a piss.

"Shopkeeper! Your wife got up-"

The screams of horror resounded throughout the backyard, and the room in the attic, which was originally lighted, was blown out with candles, and doors and windows blew up one after another.

‘Your mother…’

The guy cursed in his heart, and the footsteps of the female corpse came from the main room behind him, and he didn't dare to stop. He rushed to the side door of the backyard and opened it, ran straight out. He felt that the female corpse was behind him, so he didn't dare to turn around and ran out of the alley.

Bang bang bang!

While stumbled, the guy ran and slapped the doors of other houses from house to house, almost crying.

"Who opens the door and lets me in..."

The night wind blew across the long street, and the figures running away in a panic were running toward the direction, and there was light on the crack of the door of the room under a loft.

"......Oh, I went over and saw that it was the body of my wife. You said that everyone was dead, so why could I get up and hurt my relatives? Not only my family, but there are more than ten families in the town, just like my family. Now, someone in the family stopped the body, left overnight, and hid outside for two days before coming back. But other neighbors nearby couldn't leave. It was not dark, and every household immediately closed the door and windows, and did not dare to go out, for fear that the body would run in, so they specially raised the threshold. After all, the body was stiff and the knees could not be bent."

The dog barked in the night, and the oil lamp burned on the quiet table. When the old man told the strange things in the town, Lu Liangsheng thought carefully. He was not afraid of evil spirits coming closer, but he just felt a little strange. Logically, corpse transformation was subject to conditions, either the yin energy was extremely heavy or other external causes.

Moreover, it would be too strange that this person would get out of the body that night when he died.

"Brother-in-law, does this town have a land temple?"

“No, no…”

Speaking of this, the old man paused for a moment, suddenly remembered something, and looked at the scholar in front of him.

"It was a lot of years ago. I was in my forties at that time. It seemed that it had rained heavily, and there was lightning and thunder. Later, I heard that the land temple at the entrance of the town collapsed. At that time, there was a mess, and no one paid attention to it. After a while, I forgot. Did the young master think it was because of the land temple?"

Lu Liangsheng suddenly heard the sound of the streets outside in his ears, and his face was silent and he laughed: "Maybe it is."

"Oh, the Land Temple is indeed time to be repaired. By the way, the young master and the Taoist priest rushed to the road overnight. I'm afraid he hasn't eaten yet?"

The old man got up from the bench, took the oil lamp, lit a handful of straw and passed it into the stove, and broke a few branches to set the fire.

"If you don't dislike me, I will cook for you two. I am the only one at home, and there is still rice and grain left."

When he turned around, only the scholar was still sitting there and bowed to him, but the Taoist beside him left at some point.

"Where is that Taoist priest?"

Lu Liangsheng smiled and pointed to the backyard: "He went to the toilet in the cottage and would go back later."

Outside the street, the Taoist who was said to go to the thatched cottage ran on the street with a yellow cloth pocket, and the mist was filled with mist. A faint figure cried and knocked on the door and came towards him.

He stumbled and ran and turned around. When he turned around, he happened to see Sun Yingxian in Taoist robe. He was so excited that he cried out, "Wow!"

"Master, help me!"

He ran over, rushed directly to the Taoist's feet, hugged his ankle, and lay on the ground and pointed to the mist-covered street behind him.

"My shopkeeper's wife's corpse has changed."

"I'm so scared when I've been chasing me!"

Female corpse?

Sun Yingxian looked serious and threw the guy on the ground to the side with his feet. He rolled out a few talismans from the yellow cloth bag around his waist and clamped them between his fingers, turning his head to look at the guy on the ground.

"How old is the corpse?... so terrifying and hideous?"

The guy didn't react and his words were trembling: "Scared... can scare someone to death."

In an instant, several talismans sandwiched between the Taoist's fingers were put out of their pockets, red lines were wiping out again, and a small sword. Li ignored the guy and walked through the fog. A figure swayed and ran towards him, and his fingers strangled and shone directly on.

The red rope strangled the female corpse's neck, and Sun Yingxian's arm quickly circled, and the small sword stabbed the back of the other party's head. The dark red blood stain slid down the tip of the nose for a moment. The female corpse stretched out her arms and swept backwards. The Taoist shrank down, pinched the red line and quickly raised her hand to press the corpse's forehead, as if one end of the line was stuck on it.

The Taoist stepped back quickly, stretched the red line and pulled it out. The black spread across the woman's forehead across the red rope, and the body stiffened and stopped moving.

"It's done."

Sun Yingxian rolled up the blackened rope, took out a talisman and wrapped it on it, lit it and threw it to the street and burned it.

He pushed the corpse to the ground, jumped up and stepped onto the roof next to him, stepped on the alley where the tiles were coming, and stepped on the courtyard wall under his feet, fell back lightly into the courtyard, patted his Taoist robe and walked into the room, picked his chin at the scholar there, and made a reassuring gesture.

After dinner soon, there was a scream outside. The old man ran out to see it, and then shook his head and came in. It was probably because the female corpse had been found.

Thinking that there were two guests there, I didn't say much, so as not to scare them, so I took out two beds of bedding and walked into the attic.

"The wife and children at home have passed away, and there has been no one living upstairs for a long time. Don't dislike me."

"I don't mind it, I have lived in the wilderness."

"That's good, that's good."

Perhaps the widow was too lonely and the town was depressed again. While laying a quilt, the old man talked a lot with Lu Liangsheng and Taoist, and chatted for a while. Then the old man raised the oil lamp to wash and go to bed.

call.....

The night wind blew, and there were still some people whispering in the street outside. The branches outside the window lattice gently swayed on the paper window. The Taoist brought the bookshelf, fell off the bed, covered the quilt for a moment and slept, occasionally murmured softly.

‘Jingqiu...Xiaoxian...Hehe...'

Lu Liangsheng looked at him, shook his head, brushed his sleeves, and showed a cup of tea rising warmly. He took two books of "Shan Hai Tu Zhi" and sat under the window frame in the light of candlelight and read it carefully for a while. Soon, he took out the "Zhide De" annotated by his mentor and read it out loud.

"Before self-cultivation, one must first correct one's virtue... There are people who have virtue, some people have earth, some people have earth, and there are wealth, and there are wealth and this is useful. Virtue is the basis, and people's virtues are good at speaking and doing good deeds...."

The hot air of tea lingers, and the sound of reading aloud came out of the window lattice. A small black shadow winds and climbs up the tree trunk, and the thin scales shrink and climb up the tree body, falling along the shaking treetops to the bright window lattice with light.

Hiss ~~~

Hiss-

The snake screamed, and Lu Liangsheng raised his face. A small green snake was plastered at the window. When he saw the scholar paying attention to him, his tail was shaking.

"Are you here to come here to seek fate? Well, then listen quietly in the window frame."
Chapter completed!