Shi Jin held a lantern in one hand, and used a sword to remove the knee-high grass in front of him, and walked forward with a deep and shallow foot.
He didn't know why Master Cheng had come to check on the bodies of the sick and dead children himself, or why when he found the two coffin bearers, they were pale and stammered for a while before telling him where the children's bodies had been thrown.
There were a few strange cries in his ears, which once again disrupted Shi Jin's barely maintained calm, although he had long been surprised by the corpse, but when facing this wild white bone, his chest was still filled with great fear and a sudden burst of sadness.
Is it true that all people have the same way home, whether it is in this mass grave or in the gorgeous and abnormal underground palace built there, all that remains in the world is nothing more than a few white bones and a piece of mud, so whether it is the Son of Heaven or these untouchables who died unexpectedly, there is no difference in the final destination.
He was taken aback by the sudden outpouring of his own rebellious thoughts, so he quickly shook his head, took a deep breath, stabilized his panicked mind, and continued to walk towards the southwest corner of the ironstone fence.
Several red ghost fires suddenly rose in front of him, and they were like monsters' flickering eyes, which startled Shi Jin.
The old people often say that the fire is the immortal soul of the dead, and they do not want to be taken away by the messengers of hell, so they turn their bodies into flames and remain in the world for a long time.
However, the adults scoffed at this statement, saying that when he was a child, he often followed his father to the wilderness to collect medicine, and they specially followed the ghost fire, because the soil in that place was the most fertile, and he could pick a lot of rare and exotic grasses.
He also said that the ghost fire is the light that flies out of the bones, and it is not a ghost at all, so there is no need to be afraid.
Thinking of this, Shi Jin's heart was much more comfortable, he quickened his pace and walked forward, and after not knowing how many bones he had broken, he finally came to the southwest corner of the iron stone fence.
There were more than a dozen rolled straw mats stacked in the grass, Shi Jin recognized Zhu Wu'er's feet at a glance, the night he died, Master Cheng had carefully examined the chubby soles of his feet.
He stepped forward with his sword in hand to open the mat, but at that moment, he heard a soft breath in the grass beside him.
Shi Jin's back tightened, and he vaguely returned to his childhood dream, the imaginary mass grave and the monster hidden inside, but now it suddenly became real and concrete.
He turned his head to look at the grass around him, and found two faint green lights in it, and they floated in his direction from far and near, little by little.
With a "bang", the weeds flipped a few times, and then a huge gray animal pounced towards Shi Jin, the fangs in its mouth looked particularly white in the moonlight, and seemed to be able to bite through his neck.
The two erected ears were like two sickles, and they were frighteningly sharp.
Its neck, chest, and abdomen were covered with large patches of grayish hair, dazzling in the moonlight.
"Wolves."
Shi Jin's mind flashed through this thought when the animal was about to pounce on him, but fortunately, he was a martial arts practitioner, and the movements of his hands were far faster than his brain, and when the stench from the wolf's nose had sprayed on his face, the sword in his hand had pierced its chest impartially.
The wolf let out a strange "squeak" and then fell to the ground and curled up in a ball.
Its mane was soon stained red with blood, and after a few moments, its hind legs kicked a few times, and it was no longer moving.
Shi Jin walked over and squatted beside the wolf, and smacked it fiercely, "Beast, the master's life is almost in your mouth, watch me peel your skin and take it back to make a jacket, so as to relieve the hatred in my heart." ” He raised his sword to cut off the wolf's head, but at that moment, two more furry claws suddenly appeared on his shoulders, and at the same time, a heavy, stinking breath sounded behind him.
Shi Jin scolded himself fiercely in his heart, how could he be so confused, forgetting that wolves are hunted in groups, presumably the wolf behind him is now preparing to avenge his accomplices.
Shi Jin held his breath, he knew that he couldn't turn back, as long as he twisted his neck, he would be bitten by the big wolf behind him, but what to do now?
The wolf's claws had already scratched his collar, leaving several deep blood marks on his skin, and it was believed that soon it would scratch the back of his heart and pull out all his internal organs.
Shi Jin's hand held the long sword tightly and stabbed it behind him, but the back of his head had no eyes after all, so the sword was not only cut off, but also knocked off by the wolf's paw and fell into the grass next to him.
"It's over."
His heart thrashed, the sword was gone, and he alone could not defeat this huge beast with his bare hands.
The big wolf behind him suddenly slammed his force, pressed Shi Jin's whole person under him, and opened his mouth to bite down on his neck, Shi Jin turned over, and tried his best to clasp its thick neck with both hands, but he knew that he couldn't hold on for long, because the wolf seemed to have gone crazy, his two claws scraped layers of dust on the ground, and desperately pressed his teeth against his erect neck.
At this moment, a boxy handkerchief suddenly flew in mid-air, which was decorated with silver threads, and flew above the big wolf and suddenly swelled like a sack.
The wolf was startled by this strange sudden thing, and looked up at the huge handkerchief in the sky, and let out a threatening "whin" sound from his mouth.
At that moment, the handkerchief fell downward, and it was like a hand, grabbing the big wolf and wrapping it tightly and impermeable.
Shi Jin was also stunned, he stared at the silver glittering "package" above him, and his ears were full of the howls of wild wolves.
The handkerchief became tighter and tighter, and as it squeezed, clusters of blood seeped out of it, spilling all over Shi Jin.
At last, the handkerchief shrank to the size of an ordinary handkerchief, and the wolf inside was squeezed to the point that there was not even a trace of flesh or a bone left.
The handkerchief shook twice, then flew off into the distance with a "whoosh", and gradually disappeared into the night.
Shi Jin lay on the ground for a long time and didn't dare to get up, he had been a servant for many years, and he had seen any bloody scenes, but today such a strange scene was really the first time he had seen it.
After a long time, he got up tremblingly, stood for a long time, and only remembered the task given to him by Cheng Muyou that he took off the bloody clothes on his body, then picked up the long sword from the grass, and walked to Zhu Wu'er's side in a trance.
He took a deep breath and picked up his sword to open the mat, only to find that tonight's nightmare was far from over.