Hu Meng seemed to be very afraid of this male cultivator who was scolding her. She quietly entangled her index fingers with each other and muttered: "I didn't think she knew, so I told her."
The male cultivator glared at her as if he was immoral, and walked away, "Stay away from the cultivators in the lower realm and come with me."
Hu Meng waved apologetically to Zhang Zheng and trotted to keep up with the male cultivator.
Watching the two of them walking away one after another, Zhang Zheng, who was despised and despised by Ming Huanghuang, felt baffled.
Are the monks in the lower realm poisonous or do they have thorns on them? Let them avoid them.
The ghost doll laughed happily and sarcastically, "Haha... What crime have you committed to make people hate you so much! Did you dig up someone else's ancestral grave?"
Zhang Zheng's face darkened, he raised his hand, raised the knife and brought it down with a crisp "snap" sound, hitting the demon wolf's buttocks with its tail wagging happily.
"You...you..." The ghostly aura in the ghost doll's eyes stirred up, and the body transformed into a demonic wolf shook violently.
Zhang Zheng was not in a hurry. With a thought, he took back the uncontrollable ghost doll into his body, tiptoed, and jumped towards the lush bamboo forest in front of him.
No one paid attention to her action, they just thought she was taking the demon pet into the spirit beast space.
Sure enough, the floor was full of bamboo fragments. Zhang Zheng picked up a bamboo fragment at random and looked at it carefully, turning a deaf ear to the roaring roar of the ghost doll in his mind.
The piece of bamboo, less than two fingers wide, is engraved with nine columns of small characters, densely packed like ghost symbols. If you look closely, each small character looks like a simple representation of mountains and flowers. Together, it looks like a river of ink. The writing is in ancient style, which is consistent with
Today's writing is very different.
Zhidao Village uses the ancient style.
When Zhang Zheng first arrived in Zhidao Village, he was illiterate for two or three days. Later, after learning ancient Chinese characters from his husband in a private school, he gradually understood the meaning of ancient Chinese characters.
In this regard, she once wondered why what she saw on the scrolls on the stone wall murals was not in ancient script. No one could give her the answer, so she had to think that it was the miraculousness of the stone wall murals themselves.
Seeing that Zhang Zheng didn't pay any attention to its violent rage, the ghost doll stopped its activities and turned to look at the bamboo pieces in her hand. The densely packed ghost symbols gave it a headache.
"What does the bamboo piece say?"
Zhang Zheng raised his eyebrows, seized the opportunity and mocked her mercilessly, "So you are still illiterate? You have lived so long in vain."
The ghost doll was furious, "I died when I was two years old! Two years old! I'll be damned if I can read!"
"You are a ghost."
Seeing that the ghost doll was about to faint from anger, Zhang Zheng changed his words and said seriously: "The bamboo tablet says that Taiping Town is 50,000 miles away in the southeast. You need to find an earthen jar before you can enter Taiping Town."
Zhang Zheng took out the jar originally used to contain the ghost doll's bones from the storage bag. There was nothing inside. The bones had merged with Zhang Zheng and would only reappear after the blood contract was released.
She shook the dusty earthen jar and asked, "Is this an earthen jar?"
I don’t know if this earthen jar reminded the ghost doll of the blood contract or the fact that the corpse was sealed in the jar in frustration. It glared at the earthen jar hatefully and curled its lips and said, "How did I know?"
Zhang Zheng could barely identify the direction by relying on the sunlight and tree shadows, and said seriously: "Isn't the southeast direction the direction we came from?"
"It seems that the treasure hunt in Taiping Town is no coincidence with the 'Taiping Town' you mentioned. Nine times out of ten, the treasure hunt place is Taiping Town where you are."
Without even thinking about it, Guiwa retorted firmly: "Impossible! I have been in Taiping Town for so long and I have never seen any monks. You are the second person I have seen!"
Zhang Zheng narrowed his eyes, "The second person? Who is the first?"
The ghost doll was silent for a moment, and there was no sound.
It had indeed never mentioned its previous events to herself, even though it had formed a contract with her, Zhang Zheng suddenly realized this.
She said solemnly: "I am not qualified to pry into your past and privacy, but I only ask you to be honest about things that may endanger our lives. Otherwise...if something goes wrong with me, I will drag you along with me."
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The ghost doll remained silent, and after a while he said in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "What are you afraid of? If you die, I will die too."
After such a delay, many monks had already obtained clues from the bamboo fragments and flew away one after another.
Zhang Zheng no longer hesitated and sped away in the direction she came from. Whether it was to leave this treasure hunting place or to seize the treasure, she had to go to Taiping Town.
The moon sets and the sun rises, and the shadows of time come and go in a hurry.
It was already ten days later when Zhang Zheng stood in front of the familiar city gate again. They didn't need to look for earthen pots, so they went straight to Taiping Town and became the first monks to arrive in Taiping Town.
After finally leaving here, he came back in the blink of an eye. Zhang Zheng looked up at the city wall, which was not very tall and majestic. The city was dilapidated and desolate, and one-third of the buildings were disturbed by Zhang Zheng's water wall.
Dead, turned into ruins, quite a bit like the shame and embarrassment of revisiting an old place only to meet the creditor.
Zhang Zheng brushed the storage bag with one hand, and the earthen jar appeared out of thin air. He held it in his arms. As soon as he stepped into the city gate with one foot, he saw the air in front of him surge.
Another line of small ancient characters appeared, "Escape from Taiping Town: Assessment requirement - successfully leave Taiping Town; Assessment reward - a fifth-level high-grade magic weapon."
Before Zhang Zheng had time to think deeply, he saw the small characters shaking like a mountain falling apart, tangled and melting into a black hole, from which came an irresistible huge gravitational force.
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Taiping Town, Ningfu.
It was clearly noon, but the sky was covered with dark clouds, thunder and lightning, and the wind and clouds were strange and changeable.
The shrill screams came from a remote house, heartbreaking, and the maid hurriedly came out of the room carrying basins of blood and water, and brought in hot water.
"Auntie, work harder! Breathe according to my rhythm, exhale...inhale...exhale...exhale...harder..."
The fat white woman ran all the way with her skirt in the way, and knelt down in front of a yard, tears streaming down her face, her face covered with tears and snot.
"Master! Aunt Qiu is dying! Go and have a look!"
After a while, the door of the courtyard was pushed open by the maid, and a middle-aged man wearing a round-collared robe of crow-green dark patterned banana stepped out, looking down at the fat white woman kneeling on the ground.
"What's wrong?"
The mother-in-law's eyes were wide open, full of fear and fear, "Come back to me, Master, Aunt Qiu is having a difficult delivery and has no strength left."
The master just frowned impatiently, rolled up his sleeves and returned to the courtyard. The courtyard door was closed ruthlessly, and only an almost inaudible voice came out, which was blown away by the whimpering wind, "Order a good pair for her."
Coffin."
The mother-in-law, who was kneeling on the ground with her face pressed against the cold and dirty ground, felt a chill from head to toe. The master was so cold...
"Mommy, where is the... master?"
The woman's face and neck on the bed were covered in sweat, and the entire bed was covered with sweat. Her lower body was covered in dazzling blood, soaking through the quilt.
The fat white woman lowered her head, wiped her tears and nose without leaving a trace, and said gloomily: "The master is still outside. The housekeeper has sent someone to notify the master, and he is in a hurry to come back."
The woman closed her eyes, the pain was severe, as if all her strength had been drained from her body, her eyes were dim and dull, "Mommy... lie to me, old... master... won't come, is... is..."
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Before she finished speaking, the woman's clenched hands were completely limp, blood was pouring on her body, and gaudy red flowers bloomed on the bed. Under the red flowers, the pale woman had lost her life.
The mother-in-law collapsed to the ground and wailed, "Auntie!"
Chapter completed!