The ground is covered with frost, and the crescent moon is like a hook.
It was the end of Haishi, but Yan Yun was not sleepy at all. He opened the door, walked through the patio, walked to an open-air platform, and looked at the sleeping village in the silent night.
This village is called Zhoujiacun, and this house is Li Zheng's home.
Yu Litou confused the ghost with the order of King Yu. If leaked, it would be enough to wipe out the Zhou family. He was afraid of causing disaster, so he persuaded Yan Yun, an outsider, to drink and stay overnight.
During the banquet, only Li Zheng was accompanying him. Before the food and wine were served, he put a bag of money on a wooden plate to honor Yan Yun.
This is the "hush money" that Li Zheng paid to Yan Yun for this fake official business. Although Yan Yun couldn't bear it, he couldn't refuse it completely, otherwise Li Zheng would not be able to sleep, and might even tie up his head and go to the Yamen to surrender.
, nothing will cause trouble. Therefore, Yan Yun took one third of the money and pretended to be mysterious, saying that he had an important responsibility and had no time to take care of other things, and would leave early tomorrow morning.
While feeling reassured by such rhetoric, he speculated on Yan Yun's true identity and wrote the word "王" on the table with wine.
Yan Yun only smiled and did not respond.
Li Zheng was certain that Yan Yun was sent by Wangcheng. After all, the haunting had made people panic, and it was impossible for the government offices at all levels in Wangcheng to ignore it. It was very possible to send capable people to investigate secretly.
After having had enough wine and food, Li Zheng gave Yan Yun the best room in the house to live in, and served him with boiling water and tea.
However, Yan Yun could not enjoy Li Zheng's kindness in peace.
As the saying goes, the speaker is unintentional and the listener is intentional. The words that Zhan Litou said were enough to kill someone were like putting a huge stone in Yan Yun's heart, making him sleepless at night.
King Yu massacred officials and their families, several counties near Gyeonggi Province were haunted, and the haunting started from the royal city. The result was the annihilation of the population. Is there any connection between the two?
If so, the whole family of General Wuwei's mansion could not be blamed simply because the king angered the Yan family because of the loss of Longtou Pass...
Yan Yun's heart was in turmoil, but the information he got now came from hearsay. What kind of existence the ghost was was a mystery, unless...
Unknowingly, the moon reached its midday and it was already midnight.
"My lord, why aren't you asleep yet?" Ruidi appeared at the door, rubbing his groggy eyes.
"When I arrived in a strange place, I felt a little overwhelmed and couldn't sleep." Yan Yun said.
"Is the official trying to catch ghosts?" Ruidi asked naturally.
"If we bump into one, I would like to catch one and have a look." Yan Yun was distracted from his thoughts and had no intention of staying where he was and walked towards his bedroom.
It was already late. Yan Yun had traveled long distances for more than ten days. He was really tired. This time he fell on the bed and fell asleep quickly.
Of course, he did not take off his clothes. The iron gun was leaning against the bed within easy reach. There was also a self-defense dagger hanging on his right waist. The iron mace, bow and arrows were placed on the back of the horse outside the house. If there is a ghost that really haunts and absorbs human souls,
He can respond immediately.
Time passes, and the moon's shadow falls to the west.
Dark clouds gradually accumulated in the sky, covering the moonlight, and the quiet village suddenly became dark.
The wind blows in the woods, and the frost-covered branches make a rattling sound, which is monotonous and weird, and then calms down again.
Yan Yun had a dream while he was sleeping. He dreamed that there was a fire burning. The fire was very close to him, as if it was close to his chest, and there was even a sense of panic between his eyebrows.
"Fire!" Yan Yun woke up from his dream and beat his chest.
The moment he opened his eyes, he knew that he was having a nightmare, but the heat in his chest was real. It did not lessen when he woke up, but became more and more intense!
He pulled open the folds of his clothes and looked down, but the bag of tips given by Tamako when he was bidding farewell to little Zhongnan was glowing slightly, and the heat was coming from it.
He has always hung this tip bag around his neck, and it has never happened like it is today. Could it be...
Yan Yun's heartstrings tightened, and he was about to get up from the bed, but as soon as he thought about it, he lay down again, holding the iron gun in his left hand, and aimed at the roof with half-closed eyes.
Outside the door, the war horses snorted and trampled restlessly.
There was a faint sound of clothes moving, so slight that if you didn't listen carefully, you would hardly notice it. Then, there was a brief abnormal sound of a foreign object falling on the tiles.
Yan Yun listened carefully and felt that something was coming towards him, and the target was very clear. It landed on the roof of the bedside room from far to near.
"Here we come!" Yan Yun secretly thought, still motionless.
At this time, a layer of white frost suddenly appeared on the tile surface and spread rapidly.
Yan Yun's eyes widened in anger, and he was about to stand up and stab him with a gun, but found that his whole body was stiff, as if he was imprisoned on the bed by an invisible force, unable to move.
He wanted to shout, but he could only think about it, but he couldn't make a move.
He is like a fresh fish on the chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered!
Oops!
He secretly thought, but there was nothing he could do. During this moment, he was covered in cold sweat, and a thought flashed through his mind - ghost!
Such unbelievable things have never been heard of in Yan Yun's life experience, and he is just talking about his personal experience.
Only then did he know what those people who had their souls sucked had experienced before they died, and how frightened they were!
Countless illusory shadows appeared in front of Yan Yun's eyes through the dark tile surface. These shadows had extremely painful expressions, their eyes popped out, and their mouths opened wide. They seemed to be shouting with all their strength, but no sound came out.
They are entangled in one place, rolling in the invisible clouds and mist, mainly young people, mixed with a few old people and children.
They seemed unwilling to intrude on Yan Yun, and shrank back one by one. However, as more and more of these shadows emerged from the clouds and mist, they soon obscured the entire upper part of the room.
Yan Yun's vision began to become blurred, and his hands and feet were cold. He had experienced this feeling once, after being severely injured by the female bear sisters.
However, the warmth in his chest was like boiling water, getting hotter and hotter!
Suddenly, a dazzling long rune emerged from the lapel of Yan Yun's clothes. As soon as it appeared, it turned into countless rays of golden light, like sunlight penetrating the darkness, and like thousands of arrows firing in unison. Suddenly, it pierced through the rolling body.
A ghost emerging from the clouds.
These ghosts, which were crowded just before the blink of an eye, were wiped out in an instant!
Yan Yun saw that the dazzling long rune was actually a piece of seal script, with a total of nine characters——
All those who are facing the enemy march forward in formation!
At the moment when the ghost was destroyed, someone on the tile surface groaned, and several pieces of broken tiles fell from Yan Yun's head.
"Who is pretending to be a ghost?" Yan Yun shouted, and thrust out the iron gun in his hand with the greatest strength in his life.
There was a "bang" sound.
A large hole opened in the roof, and while tiles were flying, a shadow hurriedly avoided it.
Yan Yun narrowly escaped death and was filled with anger. More importantly, the kit on his chest gave him endless courage. He opened the door, cut the reins with his knife, and got on his horse.
The moon emerged from the clouds again. Under the light silver gray, a figure who seemed to be covered by a burqa was floating on the roof. He jumped from one roof to another in a flash. He held a small flag in his hand. The flag
Both are black.
"Where to go?" Yan Yun bent his bow and arrow, and shot an arrow at the black figure!
