There is a saying that is good, but the charm remains.

Song Si and Zhao Yun called him an old mother, but in fact they were only in their forties.

With a plump figure and elegant temperament, we can see that we were also a great beauty twenty years ago.

Unfortunately, Song Si likes young and beautiful girls. This old lady has her breasts turned weak, so he really can't speak.

"You can get enough credits by walking to Anding County, otherwise you will have to wait another half a year."

Song thought about it and made a decision. Half a year was too long, and the demons would not wait for him, and the evil spirits would not wait for him.

If you don’t seize every opportunity to move forward, death will be welcomed.

"Okay, let's go to Anding County to see what's happening."

Song Si nodded and responded.

...

The bright moon goes west and the rising sun rises east.

Song Si got up early and went to Anding County with Zhao Yun.

There were two other people who were traveling with him, who were also martial artists from Songyang Academy, named Ji Shi and Yan Shi.

People die for money, and birds die for food.

In addition to credits, this time the task also has a large sum of silver, which is enough to make many poor students excited.

The carriage was shaking, and Song Si leaned against the corner and closed her eyes to rest.

Zhao Yun and the other two whispered, and no one dared to disturb Song Si.

The relationship between martial artists is relatively simple and direct, and is not as intrigue or intrigue as scholars.

If you are strong, you respect you.

If you are weak, you look down on you.

Time flies very quickly, and when we arrive in Anding County, the sun has already set to the west.

Several people lived directly at the villagers' homes where the accident happened. On the one hand, they could understand the situation as soon as possible, and on the other hand, these people had free rooms at home.

Song Si chose a child named Wang Xiaoyu. His father died and his mother ran away. After the accident, even his only uncle was gone.

Lonely and helpless, without relatives, survival is a problem.

Song Si himself cannot protect such a world, let alone save others?

But it can still be done by pulling it within your ability.

"If you say so, the monster that eats your uncle should be an evil ghost."

After listening to Wang Xiaoyu's description, Song Si quickly made a judgment.

Although the evil ghost has the word "ghost", it is different from the blood shadow that once died in Song Si's hands.

Strong body, thick limbs, sharp claws, sharp fangs.

Evil ghosts are more like mutated monsters than invisible and intangible ghosts.

So the question arises, how do such a hideous monster hide?

You should know that the evil ghost is much bigger than ordinary people, and is completely black and extremely conspicuous.

Unless everyone is blind, they cannot hide it at all.

"Go to the butcher's house to buy five kilograms of meat, and the rest is yours."

Song Si took out a big money from his arms.

The currency of Jing Kingdom is divided into three types: gold, silver, copper.

One tael of gold can be exchanged for one hundred taels of silver, and one tael of silver can be exchanged for one thousand coins of copper.

Gold is a scarce resource and is only circulated between nobles such as merchants and officials. Most of the people use copper coins.

In order to facilitate portability, copper coins are cast into three specifications: large, medium and small, and the exchange ratio is one to ten.

Taking ordinary inns as an example, the salary of a man who has exceeded the sky by only three big money in a month, but it is enough to support the whole family.

"Thank you sir!"

Holding the big money in his hand tightly, Wang Xiaoyu kowtowed gratefully and ran to the butcher's house.

My father was gambled, and my mother ran away. Wang Xiaoyu had never even had a full meal in her memory.

Thanks to his good-heartedness, he not only did not dislike him, but took care of him in every way, which made him feel the long-lost warmth.

Unfortunately, things in the world are impermanent. As the days are getting better, no one expected that such a thing would happen.

"The hemp rope is just broken in detail, and the weasel only bites the sick duck."

Song Si sighed and silently looked at the half of the sun outside the window.

The supper was very monotonous, with only stewed pork, but it was extremely rich for Wang Xiaoyu.

At Song Si's instructions, the little guy quickly ate a big bowl and cleaned up the dishes very skillfully.

"It is said that children from poor families have become families early, and this is just a little survival ability that they have to master in extreme environments."

Song Si thought in her heart that she planned to take Wang Xiaoyu away after the matter was handled.

The last blood shadow attack caused heavy casualties among the servants.

Song Si did not have high requirements for quality of life, so he did not look for anyone else.

Taking Wang Xiaoyu away will at least ensure that he has no worries about food and clothing and has meat for meals.

Song Si didn't have many ideas. Let's live like this poor child first.

The night falls slowly, and silence covers the earth.

As Song Si expected, he didn't hear any movement at night.

There are so many people and eyes, the evil ghost may have left long ago after he has eaten his fill.

“Oh oh oh!”

The loud cries penetrated the ragged window paper and woke Song Si up.

Open your eyes and it was just dawn.

"Broken rooster, call you mom!"

A muttered inside, Song Si turned over and planned to continue sleeping.

Unexpectedly, a muffled sound came from outside, followed by a familiar loud voice.

"Shaoyang! Shaoyang! Not good! Something happened!"

Bang!

This guy Zhao Yun is not only big and thick, but also has a stubborn mind.

He pushed hard and broke the door.

"What happened?"

After looking at the breaking door that fell to the ground, Song Si sighed.

Anyway, I have to take Wang Xiaoyu away, and the door will break if it breaks.

"Ji Shi is dead!"

Zhao Yun's answer made Song Si stunned.

What's going on?

Ji Shikun died?

How did that monster hide?

Could it be that he guessed wrong?

Not an evil ghost at all?

But a bloody evil spirit?

"Take me to see!"

Song Si put on his clothes every few minutes and shouted, "Xiaoyu, I'll go out, you can prepare breakfast and wait for me to come back."

His voice was very loud, but he received no response.

"It's early in the morning, can you not wake up yet?"

A thought flashed through my heart, and Song Si didn't care and followed Zhao Yun immediately.

Ji Shirang's body was found in the alley. It was said that it was a corpse, but in fact there was only one head left.

His eyes were wide open and his face was twisted. He seemed to have suffered great pain before his death.

"This thing...is not easy to deal with..."
To be continued...