After the ox cart was loaded and covered with corpse cloth, it went out of the city through the back gate of Jianye. Song Zhong played the gong in front of the ox cart to open the road, the old camel drove the car, and Wan Sheng threw paper money all the way behind the car. This is the ritual rule of going out to send a funeral, and the mourners cannot chat at will.

In this case, passers-by on the street covered their noses to give way, and the crowd along the street talked about it. Wan Sheng, who is covered with red cloth, is also the first time to make an appearance. How to say that this is also a big scene that has attracted the attention of thousands of people, and Wan Sheng is blushing and heartbeating, of course, he is also pricking up his ears to listen to what the people along the street are saying.

"So many people have died again, and now even the official road is not very peaceful......"

"I heard that the thief Dugu Hong did it, Dugu Hong was ruthless and wanted money and life, and he couldn't move to unload people into eight pieces......"

"During that time, the master Chu Madsheng was in charge, he didn't dare to move, and now as soon as Chu Madsheng left, this thief was arrogant, and the ordinary dart master was not his opponent at all."

"Don't talk nonsense......"

Don't seem to be talking about yourself? This made Wan Sheng breathe a sigh of relief and couldn't help but be slightly disappointed. As a teenager who likes to listen to books and watch plays, why don't you yearn for a hero admired by thousands of people? Why don't you envy Zhou Tong's majesty that can be spread by the teahouse? Even if it's just being ridiculed by people pointing fingers and gossiping, it's better than being ignored, how can you practice mental barriers?

While he was struggling, someone in the crowd sighed: "Isn't this Xiao Wanzi?" I heard that yesterday Mrs. Tuowang's relationship entered Yizhuang......"

Wan Sheng's ears were pricked up again, and his heart was faintly excited: Finally someone is talking about me!

"He can't pick his bones, he can't lift it, he can't do this?"

"A red veil over your face? This is too motherly, right? It's really a kid who grew up in the embroidery village! ”

"Is it just a red veil? I also smeared incense powder, haha~~"

Wan Sheng's heart sank and he immediately regretted it, I would rather be ignored than ridiculed by gossip.

In the depression, the ox cart carrying the corpse went out of the city. At this time, it is the good scenery of July in the south of the Yangtze River, outside Jianye City is a piece of green and yellow rice fields where the autumn harvest is imminent, on both sides of the official road is rows of weeping willows dancing with the wind, and the lotus flowers on the Xuanwu Lake in the distance are delicate, and the lotus leaves are pavilions.

However, as long as you reach the Purple Mountain thirty miles ahead, it is a different scene. At the pass of the mountain road, there are Jianye soldiers stationed in the camp, on the one hand, to check for suspicious thieves, and on the other hand, to block the mountain spirits and wild monsters from approaching the city. One of the most famous spirits is the Boar Spirit, which scares the tea guests every time he talks about it:

“…… This Purple Mountain was originally a treasure land for purple qi to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, but since a bloody battle here three hundred years ago, a big wild boar devoured countless demonic qi possessed, and actually relied on this treasure to cultivate into a refinement, this wild boar is one zhang tall, three zhang long, weighs tens of thousands of catties, and is infinitely powerful and shakes the mountains and mountains! That pair of fangs is like two black iron spears, the power is extremely unstoppable, there are no less than twenty mages who died under his fangs, every time this evil beast kills a mage, it will definitely devour its body and the magic weapon it carries to cultivate itself, and now it is getting stronger and stronger and unbeatable, this northern foot of the Purple Mountain is its territory, and no one dares to approach it......"

If this wild boar spirit is really as terrifying as the know-it-all says, then a camp alone can't stop it at all. Perhaps Jianye City is guarded by the gods of the city god land, and this wild boar spirit has never taken the initiative to attack the city. Fortunately, this mass grave is just a big mound outside the city, and it doesn't need to be transported as far as the Purple Mountain thirty miles away, so there is no need to worry about encountering the wild boar.

In the past, Wan Sheng had always listened to the story of this wild boar essence as a myth, but now that he has begun to cultivate, is it possible for him to kill this wild boar essence and eliminate harm for the people? The know-it-all also said that this wild boar devoured a lot of magic weapons must have refined the demon pill, and this demon pill is quite amazing! As long as you can get that demon pill, then--then the end will be the more than twenty demon masters who died, right?

Wan Sheng thought about it for a while, but put away this unrealistic idea.

……

At noon, the sun was shining, and the mass grave had arrived. This is a lush and densely wooded earth hill, which is a taboo place for the living to enter in normal times, and it is also the first time Wansheng has visited. But in the middle of the day, when the hot scalp is fried, this is indeed a rare place to enjoy the shade.

The ox cart stopped in front of the small temple of land half a person high under the gang, and Song Zhong waved his hand to Wan Sheng: "Take a pair of candles and three incense sticks to worship the land!" ”

Wan Sheng stepped forward according to his words, burned candles and incense, and then the three of them began to kneel.

The land, also known as the land lord, is the smallest deity who governs the underworld, which is equivalent to a village or township chief in the yang world. After death, people do not go directly to the underworld to see Hades, in fact, the vast majority of people are not qualified to meet such high-level officials as Hades after death. When a person dies, he is first led by the land, and then led by the land to the local city god, who can decide the person's next life. Chenghuang is equivalent to the county magistrate of the yang world, with great power, and there are also a large number of Yin soldiers and ghost soldiers under him. In short, the structure of power in the underworld is actually very similar to that in the yang.

Just when the three of them knelt on the ground and kowtowed for the first time, Wan Sheng suddenly heard a whining and wailing voice in his ears: "Help me!" ”

Wan Sheng was suddenly surprised: "Who?" ”

Song Zhong frowned, and the old camel directly kicked Wan Sheng, and the reproach of the two was beyond words. Wan Sheng looked dazed, didn't they hear such a loud voice? Could it be—

Song Zhong and the old camel continued to kowtow, and Wan Sheng had to continue to kowtow, and when the scalp was close to the ground, the wail came again: "Help...... Save me! ”

Wan Sheng's heart was shocked, and when he looked up, the voice was not heard. Then when he kowtowed for the third time, Wan Sheng heard the cry for help from the ground again!

Wansheng can be sure that this is a ghost calling for help! But this mass grave is originally the territory of the land, and who will call for help? Unless it's the land itself! When I think of what Sister Xiao Zhuo said about Jianye, which is about to become the territory of the ghost king, then this possibility is extremely high.

But what can you do? You can't dig this temple three feet into the ground right now, right? In short, I can only wait until the evening to go back and ask Sister Xiao Zhuo.