Chapter 7 Leave a thought [Happy Dragon Boat Festival Wave Number]
If you think about it carefully, isn't this what Wuxin Ghost Mansion is like?
Specially looking for those extremely evil people, leading them into the ghost mansion, where they will never be able to leave for the rest of their lives.
Isn't it just a prison?
But after thinking about it for a while, Ye Jingshuang still said:
"Although what the young master said is good, this Wuxin Ghost Mansion is always scary to people.
"They have gathered a group of demons and demons, and the master of the Ghost Mansion has unparalleled martial arts skills and can deter evil spirits.
"If this group of people really does something strange... it would be unimaginable."
Jiang Ran nodded, feeling that Wuxin Ghost Mansion was a good place.
It is simply the alchemy furnace of the Supreme Lord.
If I had a chance to go there... maybe it would be better if I almost died.
However, this matter was too far away after all, so Jiang Ran did not dwell on it and asked instead:
"Then what does this unintentional order mean?"
"This... is a token of welcome to Wuxin Ghost Mansion."
Ye Jingshuang looked at the unintentional order in his hand with an ugly expression:
"The token that Master Wuxin took from the demon back then was the Wuxin Order.
"It is said that Wuxin Ghost Mansion will bring out a Wuxin Order as proof of identity if it wants to lure those demons into the house.
"After that, the person who received the order went with the person who led him, and he has not been seen or heard about in the world since then.
"And these things have been spread one after another over the years.
"I heard that some people have witnessed with their own eyes the scene of Wuxin ghost houses attracting people.
“But it’s hard to tell whether it’s true or false.
"However, groundless rumors may not be unfounded..."
"I see."
After hearing these words, Jiang Ran understood why Ye Jingshuang's face changed drastically after hearing the Wuxin order.
According to this statement, people who receive Wuxin's orders will be directly taken to Wuxin Ghost Mansion.
As for Zhang Dongxuan, as the former leader of Tianwang Village, he should be qualified to be taken to Wuxin Ghost Mansion after Tianwang Village was destroyed.
Therefore, it is not surprising that he has a Wuxin Ling on his body.
Over the years, he has disappeared, most likely enjoying a moment of peace in the Wuxin Ghost Mansion.
But the strange thing is, if he really went to Wuxin Ghost Mansion, how could he come out?
Seventy years ago, countless people saw what happened to the devil after he came out of the Wuxin Ghost Mansion.
How dare Zhang Dongxuan escape from the ghost house privately?
Isn't he afraid of having his heart ripped out by the master of the palace?
"So Miss Ye suspects that the affairs of your Ye family were the work of Wuxin Guifu?"
Jiang Ran said thoughtfully, if the master of the palace ordered them to act like this, they would naturally not worry about being punished afterwards.
Ye Jingshuang nodded slightly, with a solemn expression:
"Although I have doubts, I dare not make a final decision.
"But if this happens, I'm afraid we can't stay here any longer.
"Sir, I have to go to Cangzhou Mansion as soon as possible and find a family friend in my family to explain this matter clearly.
"If Wuxin Ghost Mansion really wants to make a difference, then my Ye family's affairs may be just the beginning.
"By spreading the full story of this matter earlier, more people in the Jianghu community can take precautions in advance."
Jiang Ran nodded and looked outside the temple.
It was just midnight now, and it looked like the rain would still fall, so he said softly:
"Miss Ye, how are your injuries? Can you still go on your way?"
"Can."
Ye Jingshuang nodded immediately.
Seeing this, Jiang Ran said nothing more: "Then we'll leave now."
I packed up my things and put on my clothes again. Although they were not completely dry, I could only make do.
I carried my baggage again and extinguished the remaining flames.
Finally, he chopped off Zhang Dongxuan's head, took Zhang Dongxuan's black clothes and wrapped them in his hand.
Then he looked at the headless corpse, pondered for a moment, took out a bottle from the bag, opened it and sprinkled the powder inside evenly on the corpse.
Ye Jingshuang looked at this scene and couldn't help asking:
"Sir... what are you doing?"
"Keep me in mind."
Jiang Ran smiled slightly, and Ye Jingshuang suddenly understood.
The two people set off immediately, leaving the ruined temple and heading north.
Just as the two of them left, there was only one stick of incense left.
Two more people came through the night and broke through the wind.
The person striding forward while performing Qinggong was a great monk with a sinewy face, tall body, and a crescent shovel in his hand.
A pair of eyes are like copper bells, looking around with a fierce glare.
There was another person squatting on his shoulders. This person was short in stature and also dressed in black. Even his face was wrapped in black cloth strips, only his eyes and nostrils were exposed.
Suddenly the great monk stopped and looked up at the ruined temple:
"Hey, there is a temple here?"
The masked man on his shoulder raised his nose and sniffed, then looked up at the ruined temple:
"Jung Dong-hyun was inside, and I smelled him.
"Well, there is still the smell of blood..."
"That guy is indeed chasing this way. Did something happen to him?"
The monk frowned slightly.
"Hey, Ye Jingshuang is already at the end of his strength, and Zhang Dongxuan's black martial arts skills are not fake...how could something go wrong?"
The masked man's eyes flashed with a gleam of evil.
The great monk nodded: "That's true... Moreover, Zhang Dongxuan's thieves have profound internal skills and can split mountains and rocks with a pair of iron palms. Even if something unexpected happens, he may not be the one who suffers."
"exactly."
The masked man chuckled:
"Could it be that he was lazy here after killing the little girl from the Ye family? Let's go over and scare him!"
"Walk!"
After hearing this, the great monk took a big step without hesitation and was already outside the temple gate in a few steps.
Inside the ruined temple, there was no firelight at this time.
However, these two great monks were both extraordinary people, with sharp ears and eyes. When they stood outside the temple gate and looked intently, they saw a corpse lying in the temple.
I was stunned for a moment.
Immediately, the monk stepped forward quickly, and the short masked man flew directly onto the roof.
He was worried about someone ambushing him on the beam.
The great monk rushed to the body and took a look:
"It's Zhang Dongxuan. We have fought several times in the house. His iron palms cannot escape the Sa family's eyes.
"Damn it, why is this little bastard so useless?
"Can't you even hold a seriously injured girl?
"Instead, my head was cut off!"
"There is no one on the beam."
The masked man squatted on the beam of the ruined temple, stretched his nose and sniffed:
"The smell of blood, roast chicken... strong alcohol.
"A man's body odor, a woman's orchid fragrance, well, this should be Ye Jingshuang!
"There was a man in this ruined temple at that time...the problem should be here."
At this point, he frowned slightly: "But, why is there still a faint medicinal smell?"
I immediately searched everywhere for the source of this smell.
The great monk scratched his head again:
"How did this Dongxuan die? He had so little blood. He was beheaded after death.
"Ha... I had my coat taken off, which is really embarrassing."
While he was talking, he used the hand that was not holding the crescent shovel to pull open Zhang Dongxuan's lining collar.
This move was to find out why Zhang Dongxuan died.
Corpses often reveal a lot of information. Injuries caused by swords, fists, and palms can reveal a certain degree of reality from the condition of the wounds.
But as soon as he took off Zhang Dongxuan's collar, he heard the man above his head exclaim:
"No, don't touch the body, someone tampered with it!!"
"What?"
The great monk's face changed drastically and he quickly retracted his hands, but it was already too late.
In the palm of his hand, a purple-black energy was spreading along the meridians.
"What kind of poison is this!?"
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ps: I’m so confused...I just sent a message Happy Mid-Autumn Festival...Happy Dragon Boat Festival~~~