The first time I came to this place, how could her face appear here?

It's really strange.

At this time, the old way trot all the way past.

"Oh, Uncle Wu, your old body is still so tough."

The old man who became the third uncle by the old Dao was named Wu Bao, and he was the village head of the Burial Soul Village.

In this almost half-isolated place, there is a clan society.

For example, the ancestors of the entire soul-burial village are from the same origin.

It is a big clan.

Most people in the entire village also have the surname Wu.

And Wu Bao, as the village head, is also the head of the clan.

In the Burial Soul Village, there is almost absolute authority.

At this time, the old man's eyes were unfixed.

Shining light that didn't match his grade.

It took a long time to withdraw his gaze from Ye Xiuyu's face.

Looking at the old way, he said nonchalantly:

"Qiufang? Why haven't you come back for a look for so many years?"

"Is it possible? You, like those ungrateful guys, want to escape from the Burial Village?"

His voice was hoarse, and the people who listened had goose bumps.

"Look at what you said, Uncle San, I grew up here, Wu Qiufang, and my master stayed here for a lifetime. This is my root."

"Where can I go?"

The old man scratched his head and smiled.

"Qiufang, I can be considered a little famous outside. After a few days, I will go to the county and ask the county to approve it. I will build a road for our soul burial village first."

"Let everyone go out and have a look, do you think it's okay, Sanshu?"

The veteran voice is sincere and respectful.

Since ancient times, those willing to pay to build roads and bridges have been good people since ancient times.

Won the hearts of the people.

It may have already been full of applause in another place.

But after saying this, the old Tao found that the people in the village did not respond.

Still watching them quietly.

The old way smiled awkwardly:

"Uncle San? What do you think?"

The old man frowned.

"It's not anxious in advance, you come all the way, let's find a place to rest for you first."

"Forehead..."

"Uncle San, I don't have to trouble you. I want to see the Taoist temple of my master when I come back this time. We just need to rest there at night."

"Also."

The old man nodded slowly.

Lao Dao turned and greeted the three Jiang Taixu.

"Go away."

After speaking, he smiled at the old man:

"Uncle San, let's go first."

"Um."

...

Looking at the back of the four people in the old way and the group go farther and farther.

Under the red moon.

The shadow stretched very long.

When it grows up, it almost occupies the path with potholes.

A trace of greed flashed in the eyes of the villagers in Soul Burial Village, and a faint black light appeared in their calm eyes.

In a lonely and desolate village.

I don't know where a faint nursery rhyme came from.

"July and a half... marrying a bride... relatives and friends... crying and heartbroken..."

"Cry heartbroken... Tears... Paper made wedding dress... Soul makes melancholy..."

There was a sharp accent in the joy of the voice.

With the night breeze in the mountains, people who listened got goose bumps.

Lao Dao didn't know when he squeezed the Tianjun Talisman in his arms.

On the Fulu, a faint golden light swayed.

The scent of sandalwood that could not be concealed drifted away from the body of the old man.

"Huh, veteran, did you bring sandalwood?"

It may be a familiar scent, dispelling some fear.

Jiang Taixu, who has been looking restlessly since entering the village, looked at the old way with a little surprise.

Who knows that the veteran who loves hip-hop most on weekdays has a particularly serious face this time:

"Don't talk, don't look back!"

"Behind... they... are looking at us!!!"

Um!

Jiang Taixu's stern expression surprised Jiang Taixu.

Ye Xiuyu glanced back almost subconsciously.

moment.

The scalp almost exploded.

The whole village...

I don't know when, as if it became a huge open mouth.

At the huge mouth...

The villagers of Soul Burial Village were smiling at them.

Laughing... pale and powerless...

A huge ghost came from the darkness towards them.

He was dragging a worn-out long knife in his hand.

Ye Xiuyu opened his mouth wide...

This is that...

The knife that cut off her head!

"Wake up."

The old Tao silently took out the talisman from his arms.

He patted Ye Xiuyu's body in his hand.

Ye Xiuyu's whole person was agitated.

The horrified eyes gradually returned to calm.

"Master! In the village...in the village..."

The old man hurriedly motioned to her to silence.

"We'll talk about it when we get to the Taoist temple."

...

Taoism as the old Taoism said.

They are actually two dilapidated earthen houses,

It's on the hillside next to Soul Burying Village.

The soil on the wall of the Taoist temple has fallen off.

The broken bricks and tiles below were exposed.

But unexpectedly.

This small Taoist temple turned out to be quite clean.

There are not many weeds around.

Obviously someone cleans it often.

At this point, the veteran eyes finally softened.

Inside and out, they watched this small road dozens of times.

Feel this and that from time to time.

Still smiling and telling the three of them, how they looked like a mountain village when they were young.

Only when I mentioned Master, the old way seemed to be a different person.

The eyes are full of light.

...

Tianjun Temple.

Sansheng Teahouse.

Suddenly, there were two live treasures missing, and the atmosphere in the shop became quieter.

It was another midnight quietly.

Po Meng sat in her place, bored.

The little milk dragon was holding the dragon ball he had brought from his house and was ecstatic.

Half of her body was lying in Po Meng's arms, and the other half was lying on Zuo Chen's body.

"Go for a walk?"

Wen Nuo's voice suddenly sounded.

Po Meng was taken aback, she heard the voice and continued to speak.

"As a landlord, it is also good to not always sit high in the temple, and occasionally see the fireworks in the world."

Po Meng dragged her head and thought about it carefully.

Secretly glanced again, the profile of the man not far away.

Delicate, delicate, without any blemishes.

Po Meng smiled softly:

"good."

...

[Author's digression]: Wait for the third and fourth shifts to come ~ ask for votes~