MTL - Faraway Wanderers-Chapter 5 Evil spirit

"My surname is Zhang. It's Zhang Chengling." The teenager sat down, with all the colors on the black face of a round face, but even though his clothes had been torn torn, he could still see the background of the brocade, not the common people. Affordable, "Chou ..."

He paused, wondering what to call the man named Luotuo who looked like Huahuazi.

"Just call Uncle." Zhou Zishu said shamelessly.

Zhang Chengling squeezed out a smile, unsuccessful, and lowered his head. With such a low head, his eyes were all over the ground of a deserted temple covered with dust and thatched grass. Su Bian's fault is so big that his mind has not been able to keep up with the progress of the situation.

Gu Xiang murmured: "Zhang Chengling? It sounds familiar."

Zhou Zishu then asked, "Your father is a hero in Nanhezhuang?"

Gu Xiang shouted, blurting out, "You are Zhang Yusen's son?"

The unbelievable expression on his face was uncovered, and he expressed doubts about "how did Zhang Yusen have such a waste son"?

Zhang Chengling apparently glanced at her expression, buried her head lower, and clenched her hands into fists, shrinking to the sides of her body.

Zhou Zishu interrupted Gu Xiang's extremely lethal mental attack. He had discovered that the girl did not like to listen to what she said, so she coughed out, "I didn't see it, I lost respect and respect."

Gu Xiang slammed the beans and asked, "Your dad seems to have some fame ... We have heard about it the day before yesterday. It is said that when he was young, he was very capable. In the past few years, his family career was so big that he was half-hidden. Retired settled here, nothing has been mixed up, Zhuangzi also lived in a lot of good martial arts, and no one wants to trouble them. Who is this man, who hunts his son in the middle of the night? "

There was a kind of indifference in her tone, and the old woman on one side was dissatisfied, saying, "My master is a first-rate good man, a hero, and a kind-hearted man. Looking for him, regardless of what he knows, but do n’t know him, he will help him by means of justice and money ... ”

Gu Xiangxi laughed, Yin and Yang said weirdly: "Yes, ma'am, we all know that this boy has a good old man who can handle it, heroes and heroes can't be chased and chopped in the middle of the night ..."

Zhang Yusen, who was 50 years old, said that he had a high reputation and was deserved of deserved reputation. In his early years, he rarely took any action on the rivers and lakes, but if there was a martial arts ceremony, he would usually invite him to show it. Respectful. Zhou Zishu thought that the deceased was big after all. The girl may be unintentional, but she was too disrespectful, so she interrupted her and asked, "Who was the one who only chased you?"

Zhang Chengling was silent for a moment, and whispered, "It is the hanging ghost Xue Fang."

"Who do you say?"

"Who do you say?"

Zhou Zishu and Gu Xiang almost shared the same voice. Zhou Zishu frowned, and Gu Xiang looked strangely surprised.

Zhang Chengling said, "Xue Fang, the hanged ghost, I heard others call him ..."

He suddenly took a deep breath, as if remembering something, understanding what came over. The whole night's blood, fireworks, and screams all appeared in front of him. He trembled, his face pale and twitching, and he couldn't even speak. .

Gu Xiang was startled, pointing at him and saying, "He's not a sheep-horn wind?"

Zhou Zishu's face solemnly supported Zhang Chengling, stretched his hand over his sleeping hole, and the boy softened into his arms. He carefully set him aside, and Zhou Zishu sighed: "This is the reaction What's the matter, his mind was hit too hard, let him sleep first. "

He turned to ask the six godless old woman: "Madam, but who has been secretly accounted for by the Zhang family?"

The old woman was holding Zhang Chengling as she was, and she had no idea. She snotted her tears and turned it upside down for four and a half moments before she could clarify the matter. At midnight, a sudden fire broke out in the backyard of the Zhang family. Where did the man in black come from the sky like a ghost?

The most terrible thing is that none of the "masters" who can be shocked by the wind and grass on a weekday can get up and don't know when they have reached the road.

Only the old Li, a weird person, arrived at the Suzhou River five years ago and did some tricks for ferrying. He kept secretly protecting the Zhang family, but he did not want to come to the village. According to him, he ate Zhang The meal at home is the Qingke beating man who was raised by him. He is unwilling to do this. He is here to repay.

Thanks to such a freak, he barely left such a bloodline to the old Zhang family.

For a long while, Zhou Zishu sighed: "Brother Li, really a stranger in the dust." He turned to the old woman again, this old woman was just a rude old mother who didn't understand anything. , Can only accompany tears, "Are there any relatives?"

The old woman nodded and said, "I have a nephew in the south of the city."

Zhou Zishu took a gold ingot from her arms and handed it to her: "You take this and make your own way out. I see that you followed this little master of the Zhang family to this place. When you are old, do n’t sleep with the wind. ”

The old woman picked up the silver, bit her teeth subconsciously, and then reacted again, a little embarrassed smile, no tears, and a light tone of breath, saying, "Yes, the old slave is so old It is also a drag on the young master. "

She took the money and for a moment didn't want to stay in a place that was full of thatched dead people, so she said that she would leave, thinking that she would work hard and no one would be like her. Zhou Zishu said nothing and looked at her. Thanks for leaving.

At midnight, Zhou Zishu only felt that his chest was stabbed by a small needle, and he knew that the Qiqiao Sanqiu nails were acting strange again. The pain was not the pain of tearing the flesh, nor the dull pain of internal injuries, but like Someone took a small knife and cut it down inch by inch along the entire meridian.

Fortunately, he has been used to it for more than a year, and he has not been exposed casually. He wears a human skin mask, and Gu Xiang cannot see his face.

Recalling her carelessness when she mentioned Zhang Yusen, and the host who did not see the dragon at all, Zhou Zishu reluctantly distracted himself and asked, "Is that brother in the restaurant today not with you?"

Gu Xiang Yiyi asked, "How did you know he was with me?" Then he nodded, "Yes, you heard us talking-when I said I asked you that question, how did you and my family The master said the same thing. "

She poked at it, disdainful of such cheating.

Zhou Zishu laughed: "Yes, is your host here?"

Gu Xiang was sitting on the incense case, his legs couldn't touch the ground, he swayed his head, tilted his head, looked very innocent and cute. When asked, his eyelids dropped slightly, and he shrugged his shoulders: "I'll see him getting better." "

Zhou Zishu only said that the gray-clad man kept such a beautiful girl beside him, thinking she was a waitress or the like, and looked at her doubtfully.

Gu Xiang wrinkled his nose, glanced at him, and scolded: "What do you think I do? He goes to sleep with a man, is it possible for his aunt to listen outside the window?"

Zhou Zishu coughed, and was a little embarrassed, blowing his nose: "Girls ..."

Gu Xiang banged his teeth like a beast, remembered what it looked like, and tossed a young man, Zhang Chengling, who was ignorant of the darkness with his toes: "Do you believe what he said? The man in black is a hangman ? "

Zhou Zishu hesitated a bit: "If ... he meant Qingzhuling, the hanged ghosts of the evil spirits ..."

Gu Xiang glanced at him slightly sarcastically: "You know a lot, how many hanged ghosts in this world?"

Zhou Zishu shook his head before he wanted to speak. The dull pain in his chest caused his voice to pause for a while, and he could only think thoughtfully. After a long while, he slowly came over and said, "It is said that there is a valley in Fengyashan and Qingzhuling, which is called Ghost Valley. In recent years, the most sinful people in the rivers and lakes, asylum seekers, have no choice but to go to Ghost Valley. Once in Ghost Valley, they will no longer be human, and the grievances in the world will be exhausted. If they can survive in Ghost Valley, it will be considered a death. The legend about Ghost Valley is too horrible, and the enemies no longer care about it. I heard that the hanged ghost Xue Fang was a notorious flower-picking thief who carried 26 lives of young men and women, including Emei Palm. The disciples who closed the door were hunted down by the six martial arts and had to hide in the Ghost Valley of Green Bamboo Ridge. "

Gu Xiang blinked: "Then you said, isn't that Xue Fang?"

Zhou Zishu laughed: "While Xue Fang became famous for thirty years, he was an extremely wicked man. How could he be killed by you like this little girl?"

Gu Xiang first had an attack, then thought about it, and felt it made sense, then nodded: "Yeah, if the hanged ghost really let me kill it like that, that's the smoke on my ancestor's grave-but I have no father Mother, the ancestral tomb does not know where it is, maybe there is no root, there must be no green smoke, then he must not be a hangman. "

Zhou Zishu didn't understand how the blue smoke and the hanged ghost were linked by her. Looking at her with pride as if she wanted to understand something, she was not embarrassed to hit her. She was sore in pain that she kept silent. Lean on one side and close your eyes to rest, waiting for dawn.

The Qiqiao Sanqiu nails will inevitably occur in the middle of the night, so he always falls asleep early, and when he is young, he will keep up his spirits and live through the half-night. Loudly next to each other, until the East slightly faded, and then slowly eased, Zhou Zishu felt that his whole body was a little numb.

He adjusted his breath a bit, and suddenly, Gu Xiang, who was leaning on the buddha's head and holding his head to snore, woke up suddenly. Xinghe's eyes rolled around and he said, "Someone."

Zhou Zishu frowned, and naturally heard it. He immediately wanted to stand up, but he frowned for a moment before standing up. When he turned his head, he saw Gu Xiangzheng looking at him in surprise, and had to hold the incense case slowly and stand upright, while lowering. Chant: "My legs are numb."

This reason is too bad, so Gu Xiang's expression is even more surprised.

Zhou Zishu was almost at his weakest day at dawn. Only a short breath adjustment did not make him calm down, and he was not willing to fight with others, so he whispered: "Hide people and hide."

"Hide? Where to hide?" Gu Xiang stared at him with big ignorant eyes.

Zhou Zishu was weak for a moment.

It ’s too late to move, a group of masked people trained to break through the door, saw Zhang Chengling unconsciously at a glance, and said nothing, they rushed aggressively, Zhou Zishu still leaning on the incense case, watching A masked man went straight to the subject to cross the knife with a knife, without seeing how he moved. The figure flickered, and the thin finger, which was as thin as the human skin mask on his face, fell on the masked man's neck.

The masked man didn't even have time to scream. The whole body twitched and was out of breath.

His fierce hand really acted as a deterrent. All the masked men couldn't help but look at this sick man who seemed to be unstable.

Gu Xiang secretly tongued out, jumped from the incense case, and stood behind Zhou Zishu.

At a glance, Zhou Zishu knew that these people were just dressed in scary style. Just being so cautious and careful, he must not be a dead assassin—if the assassin in the skylight was not a dead companion, his neck was pinched In the hands of others, we should run to the goal without hesitation. It is certainly not the legendary evil spirits. The evil spirits have their own affairs. It is impossible to be as uniform as these people. It seems that they are deliberately targeting the Zhang family.

He slid his sleeves slowly, as if the ragged shirt was still a robe rolled with silver edges, and the movement was half done. He didn't feel fit, so he stopped and smiled. Early in the morning, I didn't even say hello, so I slammed at a defenseless child, right? "

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