Daya and I rubbed our eyes hard, and confirmed that we were not dreaming or hallucinations at all. We were indeed sitting on the deserted hill, with two bicycles upside down next to us.

I looked up at the sky and saw a hazy moon just emerged from the clouds, and my whole body was shining with silver light. And the stars looked like pearls, embedded under the sky, shining with lights. The cold wind blew the bare branches and screamed. The lights in the distance and the occasional barking of dogs all returned to reality.

I took out my cell phone and looked at the time. It was already past ten o'clock in the evening. Daya and I looked at the weed hut not far away. It seemed that it had become our nightmare. We were filled with fear of this place, and we didn't even want to mention it.

Daya and I plucked up our courage, turned on the flashlight, and treaded in front of the thatched hut with breath and treading behind us.

The door still looked like he was when he left in the afternoon. He was covered in a crooked manner. After opening the door, a stream of air conditioning came to his face. Daya and I couldn't help but stagger.

After the air conditioning, I felt that the room suddenly became much warmer. I used a flashlight to shoot it into the room, but I didn't notice anything abnormal, so I stepped into the room. The room was still the same as before, with no changes, and I didn't see the black cat.

Daya and I rushed to the kang, moved carefully to the edge of the box, and slapped it into the box with a flashlight. Although we were fully prepared, the scene inside still stunned me and Daya and I.

The uncorrupted corpse of Mr. He Tiancheng in the box is gone, and what is left is a gloomy skeleton.

After picking up the empty clothes, the corpse under the clothes has now turned into gray bones, and the only little skin is pulled onto the skeleton weakly. Looking at the corpse that has not been rotten for decades in front of me, Daya and I were both shocked and could not guess what was going on here for a while.

Worried about some accidents after staying here for a long time, I quickly stepped out and closed the door again. Seeing that it was getting late, this place was not too late, and this place was not a place to talk. So I helped the bicycle on the ground and pedaled all the way back to Mr. Meng's home.

When Mr. Meng heard the movement of opening the door, he came out in his coat and looked at it. He saw that we were both muddy and had a black face, and he looked surprised. Daya and I didn't say anything else to Mr. Meng, but just said that it was dark and fell a few times, and then hurried back to the room.

After changing into clean clothes, Daya and I sat on the kang, smoking while talking about this.

Daya sucked Yahuazi a few times: "Let's Liang, why did you ask us to put this 'ghost-covering eye' on the stall?"

"Why? I don't know. But at least we have seen the skills of the nun. It seems that the Seventh Master Xingdi really has a good skill. I really can't imagine it. Hearing the nun's meaning, I think what we see is the scene of her burning the Temple of the Niangniang and the Princess's Mansion. It should be because I knew that after Manguertai lied to her, he became angry and sent the birds and beasts to burn the Princess's Mansion and then blocked her own temple. This nun is really cruel and ruthless in doing things."

I sucked a big mouthful of cigarettes hard, and then slowly sprayed two white columns out of my nostrils.

When I thought of the miserable and strange scene just now, I was now filled with cold air behind my neck and my scalp was a little swollen.

Daya also sighed: "That black cat looks really not simple. It's really a sperm. It's been more than 300 years since he lived? He looked like this nun's pet, but he was really obedient. Who could think that he was so cold to us!"

I smiled and told Daya that the black cat was the "spiritual corpse" of the Taoist nun.

"Spiritual?" Big teeth opened their mouths, their face full of confusion.

Looking at Daya's confused appearance, I told him that he had seen some introductions to the art of serving spirits in his notes on Lao Dao Xuan. This kind of witchcraft that uses creatures is the caster who first passes his thoughts and consciousness to an animal, which can be a beast or a bird, so that the caster can communicate with the animal's mind, and this animal is called "spiritual cord".

After becoming a "spiritual cord", the animal has a certain spirituality and IQ and is responsible for conveying some instructions from its owner. At the same time, it will also emit a kingly aura, which will create a strong shock to other creatures, making those creatures willingly surrender to it, and thus obey its commands and orders.

But as the "spiritual cord" of the nun, I can't figure out why the nun died, but it survived, and it has been here for more than 300 years. Could it be that it has been protecting the nun's corpse?

After hearing this, Daya scratched his head and obviously felt that he could not fully understand this kind of thing. Fortunately, he had rich associations. In his summary, this nun is equivalent to a handsome man, while the black cat is a general, and other beasts and birds are soldiers. The general ordered that the general be responsible for command, and the soldiers would execute orders.

As for the old man He Tiancheng's body in the house turned into a bone frame in just a few hours, it was really strange.

Could it be that after the beginning of spring, the soul broke away from the prohibition here and left here, so that it was like this? Or was it the reason for the black cat? In short, this matter is definitely not simple. Some people should say that there should be time to ask about the beginning of spring. I guess the beginning of spring should be more clear than we do.

His big teeth were lying on the kang and his waist was bald, stretched his legs lazily, curled his lips at me, and talked about the old man's talk about being entangled by a ferocious ghost. He analyzed that the old man He Tiancheng might have done the ghost made by the black cat? The black cat has been here for so many years, not to mention whether it is a spiritual carp. Even ordinary animals have lived for more than three hundred years and have become spirits. It is probably the black cat that entangled the innocent old man to death. Then, I don't know what evil magic he used, and used the old man's corpse as a medium to do something else.

Daya said this and really reminded me. I suddenly felt like I was clearing away the clouds and seeing the sunrise. It seemed that I had figured out something. I quickly patted Daya and told him that I suddenly understood something and asked him to listen, right? I think there was some truth he analyzed just now. The black cat had been practicing as a spiritual carriage for more than 300 years, so I definitely couldn't look at it with common sense. It was probably because the black cat had pestered the old man to death.

I remember the first time we saw this old man burning paper before the New Year. I also said that the person who burned paper was not relatives or enemies, nor was it enemies or friends. Now I think about it, it must be that this black cat has the spirit and resurrected the corpse to its owner, that is, burning paper money for the nun. However, the old man was already dead at that time, and his own yin energy was too heavy, so the flames I saw were a little wrong. It was not like a normal person who burned paper, but it was a flame that exploded outwards.

The second time I met it in the thatched house after burning the paper, it probably came back after burning the paper. We fainted after saying a few words. At that time, I also analyzed that based on the old man's physique, we could not move us. I guess there were some flip-flops or something that made us underground. But now thinking about it, it was not the old man's business at all. It was the black cat who used some evil method to pull us into another place.

Daya was surprised when she heard what I said. She took a few breaths of air conditioning and said for a long time: "Let's say it's a bit mysterious, but it's reasonable. It's not impossible for a black cat to revive the soul through a corpse. Could the evil ghost in the tunnel be the black cat?"

I shook my head: "That evil ghost must not be a black cat, because the evil ghost finally launched the 'yin break', and it was gone, and its soul was scattered. If it were a black cat, it would have died long ago. But we have seen the black cat many times in the future, so I am sure that the one who sent us down was the black cat, but it was not the one who wanted to kill us."

Daya and I discussed each other one by one, tinking the smoke one by one, and the room was filled with smoke.

The next day, we slept until almost noon. Daya and I opened our eyes and moved our bodies for a while, but we still felt our joints sore and swollen and painful. We grinned and forced ourselves to get up.

As soon as he opened the door of the main room, the monkey saw us. He hurried into the house to help us put the table and brought the food that had been hot in the pot.

After breakfast, I finally recovered a little energy and physical strength. Daya and I planned to go and see Lichun. First, to see how her health is, and second, to ask about the corpse and bone transformation.

Thinking of the miserable experience of Mr. He Tiancheng, Daya and I also planned to go to the village "Fox Cave Gully" in the village where Mr. He lived. If this is called Mr. He Tiancheng's old man has descendants, he would also report a letter to his family. It would be a bad idea to think about it.

My big teeth and my legs couldn't lift up, and it was a bit difficult to walk, let alone ride a bicycle.

When the monkey heard that we were going to the town, he directly got a carriage and said that he would take me and Daya to the town.

Seeing that the monkey who was not taller than the horse was about to drive the carriage, my big teeth and I were shaking like rattles, and I didn't believe that this child could drive the carriage. Later, the monkey forced him to take the grandfather to testify. Mr. Meng smiled and told us that when he was eight or nine years old, he drove the carriage to the town and sent grain. He was the owner of the carriage who was driving the carriage.

After hearing what Mr. Meng said, Daya and I couldn't help but look at the monkey with admiration.

Along the way, we talked and laughed, and kept praising the monkey, making the monkey beautiful, blushed, and whipped the whip and making it sound.

Although the carriage was a little bumpy, fortunately, the straw and firewood underneath were laid very thick and soft, so it didn't feel uncomfortable at all, and it was very warm.

After walking for less than half an hour after getting on the road, the monkey suddenly pulled the long voice and shouted loudly: "Wow..."

I felt the carriage shocked and suddenly stopped.

Daya and I poked our heads out and didn't know what happened. We thought we had arrived at the place, but when we saw that there were still crops around, we were still on the way, so we quickly asked the monkey what happened to me.

When the monkey looked at it again, he didn't know what scary thing he saw. His face turned pale and he couldn't see blood. It took him a long time to point at the front and say, "Oh my god, Hu... Uncle Hu, there is a good... so big... a pool of blood in front!"
Chapter completed!