"... I'll go take a look."
As soon as Shen Hui finished speaking, Squire Wang stood up and said diligently:
"Director Shen, do you want me to call two people to show you the way? Mass Grave The road over there is not easy to walk. It's eerie in broad daylight..."
"No need."
Shen Hui shook his head. "The member just told me where the servant's grave is on the slope?"
"Easy to find, very easy to find."
Squire Wang said quickly:
"I later paid for him to buy a thin coffin and built a monument. Although there are many graves on the slope, he was the only one who erected a monument. You can see it when you go there."
Shen Hui nodded when he heard this and was about to raise his feet, but Hu Cheng also put down his chopsticks and stood up:
"Master, I will go with you."
Lu Huan swallowed the ribs in his mouth and wiped his mouth:
"I'll go too."
Jinghui and Green Bamboo didn't say anything, but they put down the chopsticks in their hands and stood up.
Shouyuan sighed when he saw this, and wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve:
"I knew I wouldn't be able to have a peaceful meal."
Shen Hui Seeing everyone's appearance, he paused for a moment, then suddenly sat back down:
"That's it for now, let's eat first."
Several people were stunned.
Shen Hui picked up the chopsticks, picked up a handful of vegetables, and said with a faint smile:
"Eat, it won't take more than half an hour."
Shouyuan glanced at him, stood up, frowned and said:
"I said, you kid, since you are exorcising demons, you can't wait any longer. You can eat it next time."
Old Daoist said as he drank the remaining wine in the glass, smacked his lips, looked back at the table full of dishes, and sighed:
"It's just a pity that this table of delicious food..."
Shen Hui still shook his head and explained:
"It doesn't make much difference if you go now or later, most of the time you'll just get nothing."
Several people were stunned again.
Shen Hui raised his hand slowly and waved his sleeve.
I saw a gray light flashing out from his sleeve, running quickly against the ground, passing under the table, around the threshold, and in the blink of an eye, it was lost in the crowd of people on the street.
The speed was so fast that even Squire Wang nearby thought it was just the wind blowing his trousers.
Jinghui said "Hey" and looked around, but he couldn't find it anywhere.
Shouyuan also squinted at the gray light and asked curiously:
"What is that?"
"Flying Sword."
"Again, bluffing."
Old Daoist raised his eyebrows. "Your Flying Sword is obviously white, but the one just now was gray. When did the color change?"
Shen Hui smiled and poured a glass of wine for Old Daoist:
"Who said I only have one Flying Sword?"
Old Daoist heyed, but also sat down, picked up the wine glass, and smacked the meaning of these words:
"Then what's the use of sending Flying Sword alone? It can't dig graves for you."
Shen Hui smiled when he heard this and put down the wine bottle:
"My Flying Sword is different from the ordinary Flying Sword. Wherever the sword touches, it is like a poor Daoist coming personally."
As soon as these words came out, several heads on the table all came over.
Jinghui asked, "What do you mean?"
Shen Hui explained, "Within a radius of a hundred miles, whatever the sword light can see, I can also see."
"What about a hundred miles away?"
"Then you can't see it."
Shen Hui said calmly, "But Flying Sword and I have the same mind. No matter how far apart we are, we still know where it is. If you want it to come back, all you need is a thought."
As he spoke, his eyes moved slightly and he closed his eyes.
But he said that Hui Mang left the inn and headed straight to the west of the city.
It does not walk on the street, but only picks up the treetops on the rooftops. It rises and falls silently, as fast as a bird flying into the forest.
Five miles away in the blink of an eye.
Mass Grave This place also looks eerie even during the day.
But I saw a barren slope with numerous graves, tall and short, with and without owners, all crowded together in one place.
There were a few dead trees sparsely growing on the slope, and crows squatted on the branches. When they saw the gray light passing by, they flew up, quacked twice, and fell down again.
Hui Mang circled around the slope and soon found the grave Squire Wang mentioned.
Although there are many tombs on the slope, most of them only have wooden sticks stuck in them. Only one has a monument, which is really easy to find.
The stele is made of bluestone, and the five characters "Tomb of Xu Guanglu" are engraved on the surface. The words are quite clear, but there are some mud splashes on the corners.
The gray light fell on the edge of the grave, and after circling around the grave, he immediately saw the clues.
The soil on the tomb showed signs of being turned over, with new soil covering the old soil, as if someone had dug it out from the inside and then hastily filled it back in.
It was just that the filling was quite sloppy, and the roots of the grass on the grave were not covered.
Rotborn hung in mid-air, with the tip of the sword facing down, and paused for a moment.
Suddenly a sword struck him.
The grave soil was like tofu before the sword's edge, silently sinking into a hole. Rotborn got into it and entered through the coffin in the blink of an eye.
The coffin was dark and cramped, so I could only see roughly.
The corpse had completely decomposed, and the skin and flesh had melted to pieces, and the outlines of the limbs and torso could still be vaguely seen.
Rotborn The sword shook.
The coffin was filled with carrion residue, hissingly sticking to the sword, and it was swallowed up in the blink of an eye.
There was only a skeleton left at the bottom of the coffin, which was clean.
Shen Hui was sitting in the inn, and saw the skeleton clearly through Rotborn, and frowned slightly.
The rest of the body is fine, except for the lower half of the bones that are a little off.
The lower ribs were obviously squeezed out of shape by something and turned outwards.
The thoracic vertebrae are concave backward, the lumbar vertebrae are protruding forward, and the entire spine is bent into a bow.
The sacrum and ilium have also changed, and some have even been broken, as if they were torn apart by something.
Shen Hui You can understand it at a glance.
This change occurs after death.
If the bones of a living person were squeezed like this, the internal organs would have been shattered. How could there be any life left?
"But I don't know where Sinful Lotus has gone now..."
Shen Hui sighed, and asked Rotborn to check it up and down again. After confirming that there were no other clues in the coffin, he prepared to activate the sword light to return.
But before the coffin was released, the ground suddenly vibrated and dust fell.
Shen Hui frowned and immediately made Rotborn hibernate at the bottom of the coffin, motionless.
Immediately afterwards, the sword began to squirm.
A small bump bulged out on both sides of the sword grid, and the bulge grew bigger and bigger. Finally, with a "pop" sound, two ears actually grew out.
As soon as the ears were born, a movement was heard outside the coffin.
First there was the sound of digging the earth, neither urgent nor slow, occasionally mixed with a few hums.
Then came the human voices, one thicker and one sharper:
The thicker one asked, "Is it this? Don't make a mistake..."
The sharp one answered, "Isn't it written on the monument? Xu Guanglu's Tomb."
"Hey, good brother, aren't we illiterate?"
"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and dig. Let's leave after getting the things."
The rough voice did not take action immediately, but lowered his voice and said:
"Good brother, why don't you stay for two more days? Find someone to eat with. I haven't eaten meat for a long time."
"Eat, eat, eat, and you will know how to eat."
The sharp voice was a little impatient. "Didn't you just eat it yesterday?"
"Then it's hard to get out..."
"We are here to do errands, not to ask you to gain weight!"
"Hey, okay..."
The sound of digging dirt outside the coffin started again, this time it was closer.
Rotborn adjusted his position and hid himself under the bones.
Immediately afterwards, there was a muffled sound, the coffin board was hit from the outside, and the mud fell down.
"Brother, I found it!"
"Stop talking nonsense and get out of the way."
"Hey--ha--"
With a "click", the coffin lid was smashed by a huge force, and splinters of wood flew everywhere.
Then a huge pig head squeezed in, with a long mouth and fangs, thorny manes, and white air puffing out of its nose. It came close to the skeleton and arched its head.
"Brother, there's nothing here except skeletons."
"No way!"
The sharp voice outside became anxious. "Chief Mountain Scout personally ordered it, saying there was a meat ball in the coffin."
As he said that, the other head came over.
It had the head of a fox, a sharp beak, long ears, and fiery red fur. Its eyes were rolling around. After scanning around the coffin, I saw only a skeleton.
"That's not right..."
The fox's head was a little confused, his nose twitched, and he stretched out his hand to pull aside the bones at the bottom of the coffin.
Then it saw Rotborn under the skeleton.
"Is this... a sword?"
The pig's head also came closer, its face almost touching the sword, staring at the eye on the sword's grille with curiosity on its face:
"Didn't you say it was a meat ball? Why did it become a sword again?"
The fox held his chin with his head, squinted his eyes and thought for a moment, then shook his head:
"I don't know. Maybe because we were delayed for a long time on the road, the meat ball hatched into a sword?"
When Zhutou heard this, he immediately echoed:
"Brother is right! That must be what happened!"
After hearing this compliment, the fox head straightened up his back, his IQ dropped visibly, and he immediately waved his hand:
"Take the sword back and bring the skeleton with you."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to grab the sword hilt.
Rotborn was lying on the bottom of the coffin, motionless, letting the fox's head grab him into his hands.
The fox head grabbed the hilt of the sword and felt that the weight was in his hand, so he ordered the pig head to pick out the bones from the soil and fill the grave back.
The pig head stuffed the bones into his mouth randomly and muttered:
"Why fill it in..."
"Stop talking nonsense and just do it."
Pig Tou reluctantly pushed the scattered loose soil back into the pit with his hooves, patted it hastily twice, and was done.
Then the fox turned over and sat on the pig's back, patting the pig's butt:
"Let's go."
Pig Demon spread its hooves and darted down the slope into the woods.
Rotborn was held in Fox Spirit's hand, the ears on the sword grid were protruding, and his eyes were staring, taking in the scene clearly.
That Pig Demon was huge, with a needle-like mane, and a fleshy peak on its back. When it ran, it stamped its hooves on the ground, causing the dead leaves to fly.
Fox Spirit is riding on the back of a pig. He has the body of a fox and the head of a fox. He is wearing a colorful short coat and has a big furry tail trailing behind his buttocks, swaying with the bumps.
"Brother, we really don't want to find someone to eat with?" Pig Demon is still thinking about this.
"Please calm down."
Fox Spirit scolded, "Don't stir up trouble. I heard that this errand was assigned by the superiors."
It said, pointing to the sky.
Zhutou was stunned when he heard this. "Fox..."
Before he finished speaking, Fox Spirit slapped the pig on the head and slapped back the second half of the words:
"Damn it! If I wake up True Lord in advance, you damn girl will wait until it is served!"
The pig head shuddered, shut up quickly, and shook its head like a rattle.
The fox retracted his hand, lowered his head to look at the sword in his hand, and added casually:
"It's the Daoist priest next to True Lord."
After Zhutou heard this, he held it in for a while and couldn't help but ask:
"Brother, what is the origin of that Daoist priest? How can a mere stranger sit at the banquet?"
Fox Spirit smacked his lips and tested the blade with his fingers:
"I heard that he came from some perspective and knows some fortune-telling skills."
"Hiss--"
As soon as his finger touched the edge of the sword, a gash was opened, and blood beads immediately popped out.
Fox Spirit took a deep breath and exclaimed:
"It is indeed a magical weapon, extraordinary."
It put its finger into its mouth, sucked it twice, and then blew on the injured finger.
A gust of yellow wind passed over my fingers.
I thought the wound would heal, but unexpectedly nothing happened.
"Huh? That's weird."
Fox Spirit was stunned for a moment, then blew again, but still no movement.
It took out its claws in a sullen voice, tore off a strip of cloth from the hem of its clothes, and murmured as it wrapped it around itself:
"Why is it so weird..."
But it didn't notice that the eyes on the sword suddenly blinked.
It didn't even notice that an eye grew silently on the finger that was tightly wrapped in cloth.