In the rain of blood, the six ghosts looked at the back of the ghost crying in amazement, and they didn't react at all.

Monk Wujing opened his clear eyes, and the slightly raised Qianzhi was about to fall.

"Stop!" a shout came from the woods, and the sound came from far and near, and it could be seen that the owner was moving rapidly.

Suddenly, the old drunkard's face became ugly, and he looked at the woods.

Monk Wujing did not fluctuate, and the Qianzhi fell, gently knocking on the wooden fish.

Kiss!

In an instant, the wind stopped, everything was quiet, and all illusions were erased. A ray of light shot out from the east, and the sky in the far east glowed white.

The weed raised its head with difficulty, and a cloudy drop of blood splashed down, and it stretched out in the morning light.

Ruins, graves, weeds, moss, vines, mushrooms, decaying tombstones, corpses, charred earth. Well, and a man lying in the ruins straw, naked, with a big belly, panicked. This is what this place is.

Devil Cry was covered in blood, and turned his head sideways to look at the eastern woods. Dressed in robes, several birds flew out of the jungle, frightened, and soared into the sky, chirping in the sky.

The ghost who came cried and knew that it was the Anyang Taoist who served the city god.

Seeing that everything was a foregone conclusion, he fell from the sky and took a few steps on the ground, and then Shi Shiran walked over.

"Look at the good things you have done!" Anyang Daoren's chest rose and fell, and he didn't know whether he was tired or angry.

The old drunkard laughed, stood up with difficulty, and pointed to the naked young man: "Ah! We did a good deed, you see, and saved someone."

Anyang Daoren's face changed, his eyes rolled between the three of them, and finally he sighed and said to the old drunkard: "I hope that when you face the city god, you can say the same!"

With that, he flicked his robe, turned and drifted away.

Seeing that the people were gone, the ghost cried and lowered his guard, found a place to sit down, found a fairly clean cloth on his body, and walked towards wiping the blade: "This matter has something to do with Lord Chenghuang?"

"Hmm. The old drunkard looked solemn: "Do you know what the city god used to do?"

The ghost cried for a moment, thought for a while, and said, "Be a big official!"

The old drunkard took a sip of wine and said quietly: "Lord Chenghuang's real name is Zhang Zhong, he once served as the assassin of Hangzhou, and his wife's surname is Wang, a native of Wangjia Village, Hangzhou. ”

There are many villages called Wangjia Village, but at this moment, it is obvious where this Wangjia Village is, but Ghost Cry still asks, "This Wangjia Village?"

The old drunkard nodded: "It's this Wangjia Village." ”

"I see. The ghost cried and suddenly realized.

The old drunkard shook his head: "It's not as simple as you think, at that time, the city god had a name, which was given by the people of Hangzhou, and they called him the iron-faced selfless Qingtian master, and he is indeed the same, the reason why he sheltered the ghosts in Wangjia Village is not as simple as you think because of the relationship between his wife." ”

The old drunkard raised his head and poured wine into his mouth again, as if he had fallen into a memory: "I was only seven years old at that time, and there was a rumor of a plague, and the whole city was in a panic. At that time, the city god was 50 years old and personally took the soldiers out of the city. For most of the year, the entire city of Hangzhou spent time in panic, but in the end, the plague did not spread after all, and Zhang Zhong's reputation was able to rise to a higher level. ”

Ghost Cry fell into thought: "You mean, Wangjia Village ......"

"That's right, the plague was found in Wangjia Village, the city god brought people here, surrounded the entire village, and searched everywhere, and all the people who had contact with Wangjia Village were arrested, whether they were infected or not, they were sent to Wangjia Village, at that time, the wife of the city god had not been in contact with the people of his hometown for a year, otherwise, with the character of the city god at that time, I am afraid that his wife would also be inevitable. ”

The ghost cried and took a breath, you can imagine how frightened the people of Wangjia Village were at that time, and you can also imagine how tormented the city god was at that time.

"So the people who tried to escape were all killed by random arrows, including the brother-in-law and the family of the city god. All the food in the village was thrown in with trebuchets, and no one came in or out, and the people inside were sick, and there were no doctors who went in to treat them. Half a year later, a fairly rich village was dead. ”

"Lord Chenghuang personally ordered the entire village to be burned to the ground and completely stifle the plague. It is impossible to know how many people died at that time, but it is certain that there were no less than a thousand. Chenghuangye's wife begged Chenghuang at first, let him raise his noble hand, and then burst into tears every day, after Chenghuang Ye burned the ghost Wangjia Village, she learned the news, but she couldn't shed tears, because the tears were dried, a rope went up the beam, and the Chenghuang saw his wife's body on the day he returned home. ”

"For the death of their mother, the sons of the city god are difficult to let go, so they are strangers to the city god. That year, Cheng God's reputation in Hangzhou reached its peak, and he also became alone, that year, he was always energetic, he contracted an illness, and his health plummeted. A year later, he came to Wangjia Village, collected bones, burned them, buried them in the ground, and built a grave mound. A few years later, he resigned and lived there, and after a few more years, he died. ”

After hearing this, the ghost cried and shook his head and sighed: "He is a good official, but he ......"

Speaking of which, the ghost cry can't go on. Are the people of Wangjia Village innocent? Innocent. Was there anything wrong with what Cheng Huang Ye did at that time? Yes, there was a village on one side and a state on the other, his decision but the position he was in at that time was not only not wrong, but it was very right, and it can even be said to be a model, he killed a village, but countless people lived, and everyone knew the consequences of the spread of the plague.

However, Ghost Cry didn't want to evaluate, whether it was Lord Chenghuang or those people from Wangjia Village, he didn't want to evaluate.

"Amitabha. Monk Wujing folded his hands, showed compassion, shook his head, and recited the scriptures.

"For one term as an official and for the benefit of one party, Zhang Chenghuang is really a model for us. ”

The ghost cried and was stunned, who was talking, and turned his head to look, it was the one who was lucky to be alive. At this moment, he was already dressed, and he looked polite, but his stomach was a little bulging.

"Who are you?" asked the ghost.

"Under Li Yu, the word ......"

"Wait. Ghost Cry raised his hand to interrupt his words, and looked at the sword at his waist: "Shu people?"

was interrupted, Li Yu was only slightly stunned, and then nodded with his head: "Exactly." ”

"Rushing for the exam?"

"Yes. ”

"Have you eaten here?"

Li Yu was inexplicable, but he still replied honestly: "I've eaten it." ”

"Slept with a ghost?"

Li Yu's face flushed, he didn't think there was anything when he slept with a female ghost, a man, especially a romantic talent like Li Yu, he didn't care if the other party was a human or a demon, a demon or a ghost, as long as he was good-looking.

"Can the body bear it?"

Li Yu coughed: "I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child, and my body is quite strong. ”

Although his body was weak at the moment and his feet were trembling, he still stubbornly maintained his demeanor. As a man, how can you say that you can't do it.