The little lady in red looked at the two of them with contempt, "Go to the disciple, it turns out that there is no good thing for men in the world. The mountains here are all places where poor people bury their bodies, and there is a mass grave."

"There are so many little maids who are as beautiful as flowers. They were killed by some of you young men and thrown here. You are here to test your courage. If you do that, you will not be afraid of ghosts knocking at night!"

As she said that, she turned around and knelt down, placed the handful of wintersweet flowers on the stump, hugged the stump, and started crying quietly.

Chi Shi glanced at Zhou Xian's arm that was holding his neck, and forced himself to throw him over the shoulder. "It's all the same tune, I'm so tired of hearing it. I'm going home. If I don't go back tonight, my mother won't chop me."

Zhou Xian's eyes moved, he leaned closer to Chi Shi's ears, and said something softly.

Chi Shi yawned again, and the two of them looked like they were good brothers and left the sight of the woman in red. Then Chi Shi bounced violently, bounced Zhou Xian's hand away, and instantly returned to his usual appearance of not being able to enter.

"I'm unlucky tonight. There are people on the mountain. Let's go back first and come tomorrow." Chi Shi said, touching the can't head, sending it onto its own carriage, and then walking up.

At the same time, Zhou Xian also got on the carriage of the King of Chu's Mansion and waved to Chi Shi.

The carriage started to move and soon disappeared into the vast night.

After a while, two people wearing night walkers soon returned to the mass grave and squatted on the tree.

Even though he covered half of his face with a black facial scarf, Zhou Xian recognized it immediately. Those eyes were Chi Shi's eyes. He stretched out his hand, shook it in the air, and then put it down again.

He can touch Xu Qingming's paintings, but Chi Shi cannot. He will definitely be kicked into the tree by this person.

Just as he was thinking, a cold air came from his ears, "It's here for Yang Qiao."

Zhou Xian moved a little away slightly. No wonder the little red-yi said that the pond was like a ghost, and the heat came out from the other people, but she was so good, like a ghost blowing the light next to her.

Chi Shi didn't care about Zhou Xian's dodging. She looked at the round stump thoughtfully. What does it mean to add to the snake? Chi Shi has seen it in one go.

It was the appearance of the woman in red that made her and Zhou Xian think that Yang Qiao was indeed dead and buried in this mountain. Where they were, with the help of cans, they would soon be found.

This is why, the people behind the scenes rushed to interrupt their search.

Today is the Shangyuan Festival, not the Zhongyuan Festival. No one will come to the mass grave to hold plum blossoms, but not yellow paper, candles, or tributes to worship old friends.

The little lady in red said that in addition to the unattended corpses, there were also some poor people who were buried in straw mats and buried here. She was wearing brocade clothes, but she didn't even have the heart to move the graves to her old friends.

She was so cold and cold, but she hugged the tree stump and cried loudly, which was too contradictory.

In the wilderness, a little lady faced four big men, she only thought of ghosts, rather than being afraid that they had something to do.

In just one short encounter, I don’t know how many flaws of human nature revealed.

These are all illusory guesses. What really made Chi Shi have a problem was the jar rubbing her head and shook her head. The little donkey did not pass, and there was no corpse under the big tree stump.

Without a corpse, how can an old friend come from?

She thought that when Zhou Xian went back, she turned back herself. Unexpectedly, he and Zhou Xian thought of going together.

Chi Shi thought and looked at Zhou Xian.

He squatted there, very well-behaved, as if he was thinking about something seriously. The evening breeze blew up a few of his hair and swayed in the air. He seemed to have no idea at all, and was still squatting there seriously.

Chi Shi touched his chin, "Do you want to go to the toilet?"

Her voice was extremely small, almost whispering.

Zhou Xian shook his body, and almost no one of the green onions fell down! What the hell is going to the toilet!

Zhou Xian thought, and hurriedly leaned into Chi Shi's ear. He gritted his teeth and said, "Look at yourself, you are like using the toilet!"

As he was talking, his ear suddenly moved, he raised a finger at Chi Shi and made a shushing move.

Someone is here! Chi Shi heard the sound of his feet breaking the dead branches.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Chi Shi and Zhou Xian looked at each other. There were two people coming. In addition to the little lady in red dress, there was also a man in his thirties. He was wearing a straw hat, and both of them were carrying hoes silently.

"Where are you talking? Let's move faster, something will happen until tomorrow." The man opened his mouth, his voice a little hoarse, and when he spoke, he seemed to be pulling a bellows. Chi Shi frowned. His throat should have been injured.

"I understand, wait. Don't urge it, urge it, urge it!" The woman in red was not as timid as before. While cursing, she took out a small golden bell from her sleeve.

She picked up the small bell and shook it gently. It seemed like there was a sound on the mountain, and there were bells everywhere.

The little girl in red shook the bell three times and carefully put the thing back into her sleeve bag, "Wait, don't be anxious to do the job, you have to shake the soul-squeezing bell first to dig a grave."

She said, jumped onto the big tree stump she had been holding before, raised her head, looked at the moon in the sky, as if she had found the right direction, and walked forward seriously, "It's here, start digging."

The man in the hat didn't say anything, picked up the hoe and dug it up. The young lady in the red dress did not rest. The two of them dug it out quickly and a bone was dug out.

Chi Shi and Zhou Xian looked at each other and nodded. They were not far apart. The bones were obviously four or five years old. Judging from the color and condition of the bones, the deceased should have died for many years.

"Wait and move again, I'll give him a soul-severing soul. You don't understand. Children like this who die prematurely have the most evil spirit. If we are in trouble, how can we enter the gambling house in the future?"

The man in the hat threw the hoe in his hand and looked at the woman in red coldly, "Hurry up..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a sharp pain in his chest and fell to the ground with a bang.

Chi Shi bumped into the stone left in his hand and looked at the little lady in red.

The little lady heard the sound and turned around to look. Seeing that the man in the hat had fallen to the ground, she looked shocked. She quickly pulled out a long whip from her waist, "Which hero is it? Don't hide, get out for my aunt!"

She was shocked and wondered. She was looking around, but she felt a strong wind coming from the sky. She looked up and saw a palm-sized inkstone fell down and hit her forehead, knocking her fainted.

"No, Zhou Xian, why are you using such a big hidden weapon?" Chi Shi asked dissatisfiedly.

Zhou Xian patted the gray on his hand and raised his ears. There was no one else around him.

"I forgot to pick up the stones in advance. This was given by Zhao Xiang when he entered the palace this morning. He said that the sea of ​​knowledge was endless. I just got on the carriage and held it casually. Not to mention, it was very useful! If this inkstone goes down, it is really endless!"
Chapter completed!