Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

These are spots of mildew with different shades of color.

It emerges from the fingers, spreads on the skin, and spreads along the elbows to the body.

Rinse it in running water, there is no change in the slightest.

Rub with the brush vigorously until the skin on the back of the hand is red, and the mildew spots are still dazzling while the dark ones are still scary.

Or use a knife to scrape it fiercely, and the skin will be open and fleshy, the blood mixed in the running water and washed away, but the mold spots are still there, lurking in the **** wound.

"Ah!"

There was an exclamation from the side.

Feng Chong suddenly woke up from the trance.

He hid his back into his sleeve, and looked up to see that it was the back of a **** the bridge fled in a panic.

Her figure is as light and slender as a willow in the spring breeze. The moon-white skirt is embroidered with blossoming lotus flowers, but it is stained with "mud". Those mildew spots grow from under the petals, spread to the collar, and crawl into it. Her neck is as tender as a lotus root.

Feng Chong followed her stupefiedly.

Followed her across the bluestone bridge and fell into the lively market on the other side of the waterway.

then.

Pieces of mildew came into my eyes densely.

In the blue tiles, in the masonry, in the trees, flower vines, window papers, walls, bridge piers, beams, on the sleeves of tribute, in the smiling faces hawking along the street... and even in the clouds in the sky, under the bridge Water waves.

It seems that these mildew spots are everywhere, and it seems that the whole world is moldy.

But.

What made Feng Chong most bewildered, shocked and even shuddering was that these mildew spots actually existed all the time, but his previous self, just like the tens of thousands of people in the city, ignored its existence?

And when did I notice it?

It was probably the night that set ambush to capture the enchantress.

Together with the ranger, he finally forced the enchantress back and saved the poor family of three.

Unexpectedly, the woman had become a corpse, and the child had become a bloodthirsty monster. After a little more effort, the bloodthirsty demon boy was restrained, and before careful examination, a group of gangsters appeared, and it was important for him to rush to hunt down the demon girl.

No way.

He had no choice but to chase and kill the demon girl first, but in the chaos, he still let the demon girl escape.

However.

When he came back and wanted to check the demon boy, the family of three disappeared. Asking the servants only got perfunctory Mandarin.

He began to feel a little weird, and remembered that when he was hunting down the witch, her body skills and illusions were unpredictable and ingenious, but he also found it extremely tricky, but in the hands of those who participated in the ambush, there were people who could see through the witch. Xingzang is not just one or two.

Where are so many strange people and strangers in the little Xiaoshui City?

He paid attention to those "strange men and strangers".

After the failure of the ambush, they did not leave, but took the initiative to take on the painstaking task of restraining the corpse.

When Feng Chong spied from a distance, he discovered that some "strange people and strangers" were even gnawing at the corpse secretly.

There were so many people on the other side, and he was not in a hurry.

Waiting for them to converge the corpses to one place, and then transport them together—not Yamen or Yizhuang, but Shuiyueguan outside the city.

He did not act rashly.

The next day, I visited Shuiyueguan under the name of a pending order.

After an unannounced visit, a fairly reasonable explanation was obtained.

It turned out that the reason why those strange men and strangers could see through the demon girl's trip to Tibet was because they had obtained the urn of the real person Qingping in advance.

It turned out that when I saw the corpse last night, the sky was dim, and Jingye was tired, so I was blinded.

It turned out that the corpse was transported to Shuiyueguan because of the government's request to do things for the dead.

Reasonable.

This explanation is simply too reasonable!

If Feng Chong hadn't been dizzy after going down the mountain, he would have gradually noticed those mildew spots, he himself would have believed that he was suspicious.

Unfortunately.

Those ubiquitous mildew spots, as well as some of the strange things that were previously overlooked but are now particularly dazzling, accompanied the appearance of mildew spots, told Feng Chong...

There must be a problem!

There must be a problem with Shuiyueguan!

There must be a problem in this city too!

However.

Looking at the mildew stains on his body that cannot be washed off or scratched, and at the ignorant people, Feng Chong felt a deep sense of powerlessness, and the letter to the teacher did not respond, even though he was young and vigorous. , He also inevitably finds it difficult to sing alone when he is a fledgling.

he knows.

I need a companion and a helping hand.

…………

"You want money?!"

Feng Chong's round eyes were full of incredible.

On the opposite side, the only person he could think of and find for help-the ranger Zhang Yi nodded, and uttered a precise number with no expression on his face:

"Seventy three two and one hundred and thirty-two essays."

Feng Chong's breathing gradually became heavier.

He is extremely incomprehensible, how can such a thing talk about money?

It's nothing more than talking about money, there is nothing special about it!

Maybe it is because the asking price is not low, or there is friendship standing side by side.

Zhang Yi took the initiative to explain: "Fuxiang Ji, the best jewelry shop in the city. The best hairpin in it is priced at one hundred taels. I have twenty-six taels of silver and eight hundred and sixty-eight copper coins on hand."

Ever since, I'm missing these seventy-three two and one hundred and thirty-two essays?

Feng Chongfei was almost torn into a bellows.

Why do you buy a hairpin for a quack who licks blood?

"It's a Bacchus sacrifice in a few days."

Zhang Yi didn't say much, there was an imperceptible warm color on his cold face, but it quickly disappeared.

Just looking at Feng Chong.

Neat but stitched with twists and twists of the road robe, clean but thin underclothes and straw sandals with toes exposed.

Zhang Yi fumbled for the spare weapon behind his waist and pondered for a moment.

"Seventy two."

The meaning is obvious. In the face of Feng Daoshi, he is willing to sell the weapon and collect some money to wipe out Feng Chong's offer.

If this is to do business, it can be said to be quite kind.

It's a pity that Feng Chong never thought that this was a sale; even more pity, the Taoist couldn't even get out the odds.

so.

After all, a lot of hard negotiations came to no avail.

Feng Chong returned to his residence in a gloomy mood. He tossed about at night and couldn't sleep. When he closed his eyes, he dreamed of some weird sights, such as becoming a lion made of colored glaze, burning a temple and devouring a monk.

In the dream, his bald head burst again, and the white brains blossomed between his lips and teeth.

Feng Chong opened his eyes, licked his tongue, the corners of his mouth were fishy.

He immediately realized something was wrong, shuddered, spit out, dressed neatly, and went out.

Maybe you can run into the enchantress or some ghost at night to relieve your boredom.

The curfew has been severe recently.

At night, the streets were empty and no one was visible, only the waning moon in the sky cast a silver light, like frost.

Feng Chong stood abruptly.

"Come out."

The long street is empty and the evening breeze is getting cooler.

On the corner of the street where the wisteria flowers bloomed, a figure slowly turned out.

Stand by the sword.

The visitor wore a loose robe and tightly fastened his waist with a belt, revealing a strong chest and slender and powerful arms, which looked fierce and agile. He also has a flaming red hair that is scattered like grass, a hideous face with canthus on his face as furious.

Take a sharp look.

It's like a Yasha jumping out of a Buddhist scripture.

"Ghost face? An accomplice of the demon girl?"

Feng Chong looked at the other party, then shook his head and sneered.

"I think it's the murderer of Shuiyueguan!"

"It seems that Peng Dao's guess is right, Er et al. is really planning something secretly, otherwise, he won't rush to find Peng Dao to kill him."

The opposite "Yasha" was silent for a long time.

Finally slowly drew the sword out of its sheath.

"Feng Dao Ren knows."

"The more you know, the faster you die."

…………

The night is as heavy as iron.

In Gu's braised pork shop, the snoring sound shook the sky.

A man lay on his back on the bed.

Scratching his heart-protecting hair, he wanted to get up in a daze.

But just opened his eyes.

It almost made him stunned.

Right by the bed.

There was a grimace floating silently!

Blue-faced fangs, staring at each other, a big mouth, but the corners of the mouth are raised (harmoniously), it's like a joy to have blood to enjoy!

is her!

The movement of the previous night, the rumors in the neighborhood recently, can be heard by anyone with an ear.

For a time.

All kinds of horrible rumors of "killing people and plucking the heart" and "skinning and sucking blood" rushed to his mind, and taught him to scream loudly.

However.

A bit of Leng Sensen's sword tip reached his throat first.

All his fears were pressed down the bladder from his throat, and finally slowly dispersed into the bedding under the fart (harmonious) thigh.

The ghost-faced man's voice was as cold as ice.

"Are you Gu Lao San?"

The man was taken aback for a moment, and then he swung frantically.

It was probably the sword pestle on his neck, and he didn't dare to make any big moves, so he shook his head.

"The female bodhisattva is forgiving. The female bodhisattva is a clear lesson. The villain is called Chang Dazhu, but it is not Gu Lao San. Your old man has a debt and a debtor. If you want to kill him, kill him Gu Lao San. Do not leave the villain to life. There are old people and young people, and I will give you a longevity card to the elderly..."

The man was afraid that his mouth could not keep up with the murderous intention of the ghost face man.

The words were eagerly ambiguous, and after teaching the mask, the ghost-faced man frowned.

"To shut up!"

She pinched and pointed at each other's forehead.

The man shuddered, the nonsense stopped abruptly, and his expression was suddenly dull.

"Who are you?"

"Chang Dazhu."

"Why is this?"

"I'm tired of stealing money, so I borrowed his house to sleep overnight."

"Where is this owner?"

"Laosan Gu is away."

"Where is Gu Tian?"

"I was picked up by the Taoist priest on the mountain and Shuiyueguan and went to become a monk."

What? !

Yu Mei was abruptly confused.

She and Li Changan were divided into two groups, one was responsible for assassinating the big monster in the city, and the other was responsible for abducting the Tai Sui monster, that is, the Gu Tian clan.

But she didn't think she sneaked into Gu's house at night, but there was only one man with a face full of stigmas.

Even more unexpectedly, I got the news that a Tai Sui Demon was taken away by Bai Hua Die.

The plan hasn't started yet, and it seems to be about to die.

Is it possible...

Her heart sank slowly.

The swords in his hands that were as thin as cicada wings seemed to become heavy.

Do not.

The sword did sink.

She stared.

The man got rid of her spell, but he didn't know what he was doing. He was holding his chest, lowered his head, and clamped the sword to his chin, ignoring that his neck was scraped with blood by a sharp blade.

He grinned as if smiling, and whispered softly in the silent room.

"Hee, hee hee, she is a monk, but unfortunately she wasted a white and smooth (harmonious) greasy skin, good flesh..."

The corners of his cracked mouth, saliva ran down his beard.

Yu Mei knew this was the case.

It's all demon.

As soon as the tip of her sword was sent, the half-molded corpse left behind and turned away.

Things are more troublesome.