Chapter 5 The Fifth Magic Hand

The night is deep, and the wind is more urgent. Long Fei led his mount, turned two turns, and finally came to the gate of Dingjiazhuang. He hesitated for a while, then stepped up the stone steps and knocked on the door knocker. When he knocked on the knocker for the third time, the door opened inside. It was an old man who opened the door, holding a lantern, full of energy, and his hands were steady. who is it? Uncle Shou, it's me! That old man is none other than Ding Shou, the old man of Dingjiazhuang. At this time, he had also seen Long Fei's face clearly, and said pleasantly: Mr. Long!

He hurriedly opened the door and said repeatedly: Come in quickly, don't let the rain spoil you. Long Fei said: I'm sorry, I woke you up. How did I go to bed so early?Ding Shou took the reins from Long Fei.I haven't seen you for three years, but the son is still the same, handsome, gentle and polite. Before Long Fei could reply, Ding Shou had already picked up his words: That's right, why hasn't the young master come here for three years, our young lady is almost overwhelmed. Long Fei smiled and said: How is Miss? Ding Shou said: "Okay, I'm just thinking about you all day long."

Long Fei asked: She must have rested now. Ding Shou shook his head and said: "Miss, she went to visit her grandmother in a neighboring town early this morning. It is said that she will stay overnight and will not come back until tomorrow." Long Fei tentatively asked: Is there anything wrong over there? No. Long Fei's heart sank. He immediately came to Dingjiazhuang, mainly because he wanted to know whether Zizhu had any accidents, and secondly, to ask whether Zizhu had ever sculpted for anyone. For that wooden beauty, he has always been brooding. But now his heart sank, not because of this incident, but because Zizhu was not at home.

Zizhu should be at home today. Ten days ago, he had already sent a letter to Zi Zhu, telling Zi Zhu that he would definitely come today. But now Zizhu is not waiting at home. Of course Ding Shou didn't know about Long Fei's many things, so he continued: "Although the young lady is not at home, the master is. Do you want to go see the old man first?" Long Fei thought about it, and said, "Have you rested yet?" Ding Shou said: "I passed the study just now, and saw that there was still light in the study, so I believe it hasn't rested yet." Long Fei said: I will go to the study now.

Ding Shou said: "The study is over there, do you still have any impressions, young master?" Long Fei said: It's only been three years, I believe my memory is not that bad, I can do it myself. Three years ago, Long Fei was a frequent visitor here, of course he was familiar with the people here, as well as the place. Ding Shou said: "Then I will arrange the mount for the young master first, and then I will prepare the room later!" Long Fei said: Thank you. Ding Shou said: How about the room from before? Long Fei said: It's the best, so I don't need to trouble your old man for guidance.

Ding Shou said: "What are you talking about? I'm already very happy if you don't call me lazy." Long Fei smiled and said: There is no need to prepare the room, just do whatever you want. Ding Shou said: "At least this has to be cleaned, otherwise how can you sleep comfortably, my lord?" Long Fei said: "It doesn't matter, it's getting late, you'd better rest earlier, we'll talk about it tomorrow." As soon as the voice fell, Long Fei walked towards the west! The study is to the west. The sycamore trees are raining at night, and the leaves are falling in the autumn wind.

The courtyard seems to be particularly full of autumn. The study is in the middle of the yard. As soon as Long Fei stepped into this yard, he felt a familiar feeling. It's not the first time he came here, although he hasn't forgotten everything here in three years, but the familiar feeling doesn't seem to be born because of it. Is it because the structure of this courtyard is somewhat similar to the courtyard where the small building he entered just now is located? The entrance is also a moon gate, and there are also flower trees and phoenix trees at the entrance. There is also a bamboo forest over there, but the location is opposite to the one in the courtyard, which is on the west side.

One east and one west, are these two courtyards only separated by a bamboo forest and a wall? It was with great difficulty that Long Fei suppressed the urge to walk through the bamboo forest and climb over the fence to see what happened. Sure enough, there was a light coming from the study, and the door was half open. When Long Fei came to the door, he still couldn't hear the slightest sound. He raised his hand and knocked on the door, but there was no response. He still waited for a while before stepping in. There is no one in the study! Where did Ding He go? There is a triangular screen under the west wall.

There is a picture of a pine and a crane painted on the screen. A lone crane stands desolately on a lone pine, facing a lone moon alone, and an unspeakable desolation emanates from the painting. Long Fei had already felt this desolation, and even asked Ding He why he didn't draw another crane on it? At that time, Ding He just smiled lightly, and Long Fei didn't ask any more questions. Because at that moment, he had already remembered that Ding He was widowed in his early years and never remarried. Today, three years later, the screen is still placed in its original position under the west wall, and all the furnishings in the study are obviously the same as they were three years ago, without any change.

Ding He is undoubtedly a very old-fashioned person. Long Fei's eyes turned and fell on the screen again, and suddenly he walked towards the back of the screen. There was no one behind the screen either. Why did I suddenly become so suspicious? Don't become obsessed? Long Fei shook his head and smiled wryly, then turned to the desk over there and walked. There are brushes, inkstones and a horizontal scroll on the desk. The inkstone was half-filled with ink, and there was a strange light under the lamp. The pen was placed on the shelf, saturated with ink, and it seemed that it was still not dry.

On the horizontal scroll is written a poem "Untitled" by Li Shangyin. come is empty talk go extinct Moon Slant Upstairs Five Watch Clock Dreams are far away The book is pushed into ink Wax illuminated half-cage gold jadeite Musk smoked slightly embroidered hibiscus Liu Lang already hated Pengshan Ten thousand miles away from Pengshan The handwriting is very good and neat. When I wrote the ten thousand word, there was a failure, and the last heavy word was not written. Something must have happened at that time, and it must have been so sudden and important that Ding Hefei couldn't write the ten thousand characters alone, and even put down his pen and left immediately. What is it? Long Fei involuntarily bent over and picked up the shaft to roll it horizontally. The swastika was completely dry, and it was obviously quite a while for Ding He to leave his study. When will you come back? Long Fei was still pondering, when there was a strange sound behind him, as if something was crawling. He turned around in response, and saw a person standing coldly beside the screen. The man was over fifty years old, with high cheekbones, knife-like eyes, shining and sharp, two cheeks that were cut like a knife, three long beards, and a body embroidered with indigo flowers, which could move without wind. He was surprisingly slender, standing there like a lone crane. Long Fei caught a glimpse and was stunned on the spot! That person is none other than Ding He, who is number one in lightness kung fu and has never lived under the sword! This is Ding He's study, and it is not surprising that Ding He appears in this study. What Long Fei was surprised was how Ding He appeared. Although he was not standing facing the door, if someone came in from outside the door where he was standing, he would definitely not be able to escape his eyes.But now that Ding He appeared, he didn't realize it at all. There are only two windows open on the side of the study, but the lamp is hung there. If Ding He comes in through the window, no matter how strong his lightness kung fu and his body moves, he will inevitably turn on the lamp. There was no change in the lighting at that moment. That window is some distance away from where Ding He is standing now. It was as if Ding He was standing behind that screen before turning out. Long Fei just now knew very well that there was no one behind the screen. Could it be that Ding He knows magic!Or is it that his lightness kungfu has reached the point of perfection? Ding He also looked very strange when he saw Long Fei in the study, and he blurted out after a while: "Xiao Fei! Long Fei responded: Uncle Master!Put down the shaft in your hand and scroll horizontally. Ding He is actually Long Fei's uncle, but not many people in the martial arts know about it. Long Fei's master, Yi Ouzi, retired twenty years ago. Ding He has also entered a state of semi-retirement in the past ten years! Many of the younger generation don't know that there is Ding He, but there are very few people who don't know about Long Fei! Especially in the past three years, Long Fei's reputation surpassed that of anyone else. Of course, there are many people in the martial arts who want to find out the details of Long Fei, especially Long Fei's enemies. It's a pity that although Long Fei didn't hide anything, most of them were still very strange to them. Only few people think of Ding He and know that Long Fei's master Yi Ouzi and Ding He are brothers! Ding He looked Long Fei up and down, and said: When did you come? Long Fei said: It's only been a while. Ding He said: Why didn't you inform Zi Zhu before you arrived? Long Fei said: Ten days ago, I sent a letter to her. Ding He said: I haven't heard her mention it. His voice was very cold, and his face was expressionless. It was different from the kindness he had been three years ago. To Long Fei, he felt like a different person! Long Fei involuntarily looked at Ding He carefully. Ding He was obviously much older than three years ago, and it was not known whether it was the effect of the lighting or some other reason, his complexion was abnormally pale, there seemed to be a heavy worry in his brows, and fear was vaguely hidden in the depths of his pupils. His gaze fell on Ding He's indigo embroidered gown, and Long Fei's heart jumped even more. In the small building over there, the person who suddenly appeared in front of Shuiyue Guanyin was wearing this kind of indigo embroidered clothes.Is he the one who doesn't succeed? With a thought in his mind, Long Fei naturally thought of Ding He's sudden appearance again! Didn't that person appear like a ghost? He then discovered that Ding He's left hand was tightly wrapped in a white cloth. The white cloth was stained with blood. He blurted out and asked: What happened to your old man's left hand? Ding He was stunned, and said in a somewhat embarrassed way: "It's nothing, I accidentally cut myself when sharpening my sword just now." Sharpen your sword at this time? How could a veteran like him be so careless? Although Long Fei was suspicious, he still asked with concern: "Is the injury not serious?" Skin trauma, it doesn't matter.Ding He seemed to see that Long Fei was suspicious, so he hurriedly explained.What an old woman in her 80s. I have been sharpening my sword for 30 years, and this is the first time I have solved the problem. Long Fei tentatively said: Master Uncle is sharpening his sword at this time, could something have happened? Ding He laughed, and said: "Your uncle has been out of the world for almost ten years, and the grievances and grievances have long been over." He laughed obviously a little forcedly, and said after a pause: But if you don't practice martial arts, you will inevitably become rusty with time, and if you don't sharpen your sword, it will inevitably rust after a long time. It's like your uncle who is addicted to swords like a maniac, even if he has retired from the arena However, martial arts are still in hand, and swords still have to be sharpened. Although this explanation is very reasonable, Long Fei still has a feeling. Ding He is lying. So what happened?Why did he hide it like this? After all, Long Fei was a person who respected his teachers, even though he was doubtful, he didn't ask further! He walked to the bamboo couch over there in two steps, swept his sleeves away, and said respectfully: "Your old man, please come over and have a rest." Ding He laughed and said: In front of you, I am at least ten years older.Although he smiled naturally this time, the worry on his brows did not recede a bit. He still walked over and sat down, and said: You sit too. Long Fei leaned over and sat down on a bamboo chair beside him. Ding He immediately said: "You have done really well outside these three years. A few friends came to visit me a while ago, and when they mentioned you, they were all full of praise. Even Du Lei, who opened the mountain with a double axe, fell under your sword. Young In one generation, in terms of reputation, I believe there is no one who can surpass you. Long Fei said: "Nephew didn't deliberately ask for fame, it's just that there are some facts that don't bother you." Ding He said: Good!If you don't do something, you must do something, this is a man!man! After a while, he said: "You came at the wrong time this time." Long Fei said: Oh! Ding He said: "Zizhu is going to visit her grandmother. If she wants to see her, it will be tomorrow." Long Fei said: Uncle Shou has already told me, but I Ding He laughed and said, "Don't worry about it, my uncle was once young, how can you young people not know what's on your mind?" Before he finished speaking, his smile faded away, as if something suddenly touched his mind. Just as Long Fei was about to answer, Ding He picked up his words again: Uncle Shou has probably already prepared a room for you by now. The implication is undoubtedly to ask Long Fei to leave the study. Long Fei blurted out: Uncle Master, I Ding He judged his appearance and said, "Do you have something to tell me?" Long Fei pondered and said: There is indeed something I would like to ask your old man about. Ding He said: "What's the matter?" Long Fei said: It's about the manor next door. Ding He was startled, looked at Long Fei for an instant, and said: "What happened to the manor house next door?" Long Fei said: I just want to know whose place it is. Ding He thought about it: That's Xiao Li's estate. Long Fei said: "Three guns chase Xiao Li?" Ding He said: "It's that Xiao Li." Long Fei said: I heard that he and your old man are very good friends. Ding He nodded silently. It's not a secret. Few of the older generation of martial arts people don't know that Ding He and Xiao Li are brothers in love. But now that Xiao Li was mentioned, Ding He seemed unhappy. It was only now that Long Fei knew that Xiao Li lived next door. Since he is such a good friend, why didn't Ding He mention it? Could it be that there was a conflict between the two? Long Fei tentatively said: I don't know how that old Xiao is doing now? Ding He said slowly: Very good. He asked Long Fei repeatedly: Why did you suddenly ask about the manor next door? Long Fei said: Nothing!But I just passed by and saw something strange, so I asked casually. Ding He asked, "Why is it so strange?" Long Fei said: That mansion seems to have been abandoned for many years? Ding He said: How did you know? Long Feidao: The gate of the mansion is not closed, and the yard inside is overgrown with weeds Ding He said: "In the past few years, I don't know what the hell Xiao Li has been messing with to make a manor house look like this." Long Fei said: "Since Master Uncle and him are such good friends, why don't you ask him?" Ding He sighed slightly: He has closed the door to thank guests for three years. Long Fei said: Oh? Ding He didn't say anything, just sat there blankly with a melancholy expression on his face. Long Fei turned around and asked: Is there anyone around here who is good at carving! Ding He pondered and said: "Xiao Li's eldest son, Yulang, is said to be proficient in this way. No matter insects, fish, birds, or animals, it is said that under his knife, everything is lifelike, so it is called the magic hand!" Magic hand?Before Long Fei's eyes, the woodcarving beauty who resembled Zizhu appeared unconsciously. Could it be that it was under the evil hands of Xiao Yulang? Ding He continued: "There are two temples near here. It is said that the Buddha statues were made by his carving knife, but I have never seen them." Long Fei said: Do you know Zi Zhu and him? Ding He said: Yes, he used to come here to sit with Zizhu sometimes, and even played with Zizhu when he was a child. Is it?Long Fei felt very uncomfortable. Ding He seemed to have noticed something, smiled and said: Didn't you hear some gossip between the two of them there, so you rushed back to see what happened. Long Fei hurriedly waved his hands and said: No, no, there is no such thing at all. Ding He said: Even if there is, you can rest assured that although Zizhu told him that he was a childhood sweetheart and grew up, he doesn't like him at all. Long Fei smiled wryly and said: There really is no such thing. Ding He frowned suddenly, and said: "But he hasn't been here for three years. Since Xiao Li closed the door to thank guests, he seems to never go outside. Long Fei said: Maybe something really happened. Maybe.Ding He sighed. Sighing, he glanced out of the window and said, "It's getting late, you'd better go to rest, if you need anything, tell Uncle Shou." Long Fei leaned back and said: Uncle, you Ding He said: I still want to sit here and have a good talk with you tomorrow. Long Fei had no choice but to say goodbye. After leaving the study, Long Fei's heart became even heavier. It was fine if he didn't see Ding He, but when he saw Ding He, the doubts in his heart were not only not resolved, but increased instead. The sudden appearance of Ding He's indigo embroidered gown naturally reminded him of the injured left hand that suddenly appeared in the small building over there, and naturally he thought of the muffled groans and screams coming from the small building. Voice. Is Ding He that person? Was his hand hurt there, and was the blood on the screen his blood? If so, what is going on here? How does he appear?Why go there?What is the relationship between Shuiyue Guanyin and him? And that Shuiyue Guanyin, that strange man covered with snake scales, and that woodcarved beauty that resembles Zizhu, is it the incarnation of a fairy or a demon or something? If it wasn't a fairy, god or demon, how would it leave that small building? If Ding He is that person, even if these questions cannot be completely answered, at least most of them can be answered. Of course, Ding He may have his own difficulties, and he will not answer a single question. And of course he might not be that person at all, and be completely ignorant of those things. After thinking about it several times, Long Fei managed to suppress the urge to turn around and ask Ding He. Because he could see that Ding He was in a bad mood now, and now was not the time to talk. If the wood-carved beauty that resembled Zizhu wasn't created by magic or fairy art, it would undoubtedly have been done by a master. Ding He has lived here for a long time, if there is another person nearby who is good at carving, Xiao Yulang should not be the only one named, then the wood carving beauty is undoubtedly Xiao Yulang's masterpiece. Although Xiao Yulang is known as the magic hand, that knife is superb, but without a real thing as a base, even if it can get its shape, it can't get its charm. That wooden beauty is like the incarnation of Zi Zhu. Since Zizhu and Xiao Yulang grew up as childhood sweethearts, their friendship should not be shallow, but to Xiao Yulang naked, is this something that friends can do? In case this is the case! Long Fei felt a strong jealousy in his heart. It was jealousy, so strong that he realized it right away. He couldn't help but smile wryly. There is no doubt that he is deeply in love with Zizhu. There is no jealousy without true love. The rain finally stopped. The night is deeper. A carriage was slowly moving forward on a small road in the west of Fenghuang Town. This was exactly the carriage that almost collided with Long Fei during the day, and rushed out after Long Fei chased him to the back door of Xiaojiazhuang.There is still the coffin in the carriage, and the handlebar type is still sitting on the seat. The same white fan yang dust hat covered his face, the same clothes and attire, and the hands that controlled the rein and whip were covered with snake scales. Isn't that the weirdo? After he entered Xiaojiazhuang, he disappeared, but now he appeared here, still driving that carriage. Is this a monster or a human?Where is he going now? Is that wooden beauty still contained in that coffin? The sound of cars rattling and hooves piercing the silence of the night. No one was alarmed. There's no one around here at all. The path was on the left side of the road, just wide enough for the carriage to pass by. There is a small manor house not far in front, with a faint light shining through. That is not someone else. There is only one person in Fenghuang Town who dares to live there, and he must live there. Because he was paid by the squire of Fenghuang Town to guard the manor. His name is He San, he was originally a gangster, old and helpless, so he had to accept this job. It is true that He San is the only living person in that manor house, but there are countless innocent souls. Those who died in foreign lands, unclaimed or claimed by others but not ready to be transported back to their hometowns all lived in that manor house. Of course they were lying in coffins day and night. An exception may be made in the middle of the night for those who become zombies. As for whether any of them turned into zombies, we have to ask He San. He San never said that such a thing happened. Even so, it was unnecessary, and people in Phoenix Town rarely passed by here, let alone at night. That villa is a Yizhuang. The sound of carriages and horses finally stopped. That weird man suddenly parked the car in front of the Yi Zhuang. He fastened his whip, jumped from the seat to the carriage at the back, picked up the coffin, and carried it on his right shoulder. So much strength. Even if there was no dead person in that coffin, it wouldn't be too light to go there, but he actually held it like this, and jumped out of the carriage calmly. The door of Yizhuang is wide open. Except for dead people and coffins, there is nothing to steal in this manor house, and no thief dares to come here. Crazy ones are of course an exception. The strange man carried the coffin through the door and walked into the Yizhuang. The coffin is closed again, what is in it now? Through a small courtyard is the lobby of Yizhuang. Rows of coffins were placed on the benches, some were still new, and some had even peeled off the black paint. On a wooden table near the door, there is an oil lamp. The lights were dim, and an unspeakable gloom filled the entire lobby. The wind blows in from outside the hall, the lights flicker, the shadows of the lamps shake, and the lids of each coffin seem to be opened. No matter how daring a person is when he enters this kind of place, he will inevitably be horrified, and he will not delay for a moment. The weird man calmly walked to the center of the hall with the coffin in his hand, and slowly turned around halfway. Under the reflection of the light, the snake scales on his hands shone with a strange light. Suddenly, he slammed into the coffin next to him! The coffin was knocked off the bench by him! With a loud bang, the coffin hit the ground, shaking the entire ground and even the entire lobby. The weird man immediately put the coffin on his shoulders and put it down on the two vacant benches. Then he clapped his hands and sat on the coffin in the ground, as if he was resting, but also as if he was waiting for something. The wind blows and the shadows of the lights intensify the gloomy atmosphere. There is a small house on the left of the lobby! He San lived in this house. The house is very simple, but most of the daily necessities are complete. The oil lamp, too, was burning, and stood on a table by the window, with an empty wine bottle beside it. People who work with dead people as jobbers like to drink alcohol. Maybe it's because wine strengthens your courage and makes you fall asleep easily. Although He San was born as a carpenter, but guarding the Yi Zhuang, if he didn't have a few drinks at night, he still couldn't sleep well. He drank two or two tonight. Now he is sleeping on the bed, fast asleep. Burning a knife two or two times is not enough to make people drunk, and it is nothing at all for an alcoholic like He San who has been with alcohol all year round. It's just that he can't drink much. Because the money he earns is only enough for him to drink two taels a day, if he drinks more than two taels tonight, he will stare blankly and wait for the dawn tomorrow night. So even though no one is in charge of him, he can't help but self-restraint. Now he is just asleep, not dead drunk. The loud noise of the coffin hitting the ground in the hall outside the room might wake up even the drunk. With a rumbling sound, He San jumped up from the bed in fright. What's up? He rubbed his old eyes and looked around. There was nothing unusual in the room. Could it be thunder? Not like that. The sound seemed to be coming from the lobby, could it be a thief? How would a thief have the guts to steal here? Could it be that the corpse changed, even the coffin was overturned? As soon as He San thought of this, he shivered several times shrewdly. But he still slipped out of bed quietly, put on his shoes, and tiptoed towards the door. Humans are always curious. The door is closed inside. He San glanced out through the crack of the door, but didn't see anything. He boldly pulled the latch and opened the door two or three inches. The door slammed. This door is too rotten. Even though he knew it was the door knocking, He San was still startled! Damn it, look at me chopping you up that day! In fact, He San has scolded this sentence countless times, but no matter what, as long as he still does this job, he will never dare to break this door. Although this door is too rotten, if it is missing, He San may not have a good sleep in the future. There was nothing unusual outside the door. He San cursed and opened the door a few more inches. He finally saw the coffin that fell on the ground, and saw the strange man sitting on the coffin! Immediately, a burst of anger surged up from the bottom of He San's heart, and he pulled his hands involuntarily! With a bang, the door opened wide, and He San jumped out, rushing behind that strange man. The strange man seemed to be unaware, and kept his back to that side. He Sanyi stopped the momentum, pointed out with his right hand, and shouted: I thought the corpse had turned into a corpse, so you kid is playing tricks! The strange man neither responded nor looked back. He San then roared: "You kid is blind, and you don't care what time it is. It won't work if you leave the coffin on the car overnight, so you insist on putting it in at night." The weirdo remained unresponsive. He San's eyes fell on the coffin on the ground, his anger became more intense, and he roared: "Wow, you actually moved someone else's coffin down, who gave you the guts!" The weirdo still didn't respond. He San hissed, "You think you can just pretend to be deaf and dumb, but it's not that easy!"If you are sensible, move the coffin on the ground back to its original position, and move your coffin out, otherwise it will look good with your handlebars! The weirdo finally turned around slowly, but his head was still lowered. His turning posture was very strange. Under the gloomy light, his whole body seemed to be wrapped in a layer of smoke. He San looked at it, and the anger in his heart disappeared completely for some reason. At this moment, he has already noticed that although the handlebar style in front of him is dressed in a handlebar style, it seems to be a little different from the general handlebar style, but he can't see the difference. But when a person's mood calms down, he will naturally notice many things that he hadn't noticed before. Ordinary people would never dare to come to this place at this time, let alone sit on the coffin of the dead. The coffin is so heavy, and this handlebar type can be lifted up and down by itself. Among other things, this strength is already amazing. Although this is a Yizhuang, there are also the rules of Yizhuang. Now this handlebar-style behavior is completely against the rules, and it violates all kinds of taboos of Yizhuang. You should also know that avoiding taboos is the only thing, is it just relying on a few catties of brute force? Or simply an idiot? He San couldn't help asking again: Where did your handlebar style come from? The weirdo remained silent and stood up silently. A groan immediately sounded from the hall, depressed and desolate, it turned out to be a woman's voice. The voice fluttered and flickered, as if it was in the front, and it seemed to be behind, it seemed to be on the left, and it seemed to be on the right. He San looked around, there was no one else in the hall except the handlebar! Another groan. This time, He San finally heard the voice coming from the front. Except for the handlebar type in front, there are only two coffins. The sound didn't seem to come from the handlebar, but rather from the coffin on the stool. He San involuntarily shivered, and blurted out: Is the person in the coffin a dead person or a living person? Halfway through the speech, the weirdo turned around and pressed his hands on the coffin lid. He San's eyes naturally fell, and only now did he realize that the strange man's hand was covered with dark green scales. Under the light, those scales shone with a layer of luster. How could human hands be like this? He San was very surprised, the strange man had already lifted the lid of the coffin. Another groan! This time the groans were much clearer than those two times just now, and they were still so depressing and desolate. He San heard it very clearly, the voice did indeed come from inside the coffin, coming from the chilling heart. Although he was born, he had never encountered such a thing tonight, and it was also the first time he heard the moaning of the dead in the coffin. Inside the coffin may be a living person. Although He San was surprised, he still couldn't suppress his curiosity and looked around. It wasn't a dead person, nor was it a living person. What was lying in the coffin was just a wooden statue. A wood-carved beauty. It was the wooden beauty that Long Fei had seen during the day, placed in the small building before, but after the smoke cleared, Long Fei broke in and disappeared. How could he return to this coffin? If Long Fei was here, he would inevitably have this question. But He San didn't know that much, his eyes fell inside the coffin, and his expression couldn't help changing. Although the lights were dim, but standing so close, and his eyes were already used to this environment, He San could still tell that the person lying in the coffin was not a real person. The hair, eyebrows, eyes and lips are all the same color as the skin, how can a real person look like this? He took a step forward unconsciously. It turned out to be a wooden statue. How can a wooden statue make a sound? He was wondering when the strange man's voice suddenly sounded again, moaning and asking: "What is this place?" He San blurted out: Yizhuang! As soon as these words came out, his complexion changed again, and his whole body trembled. He heard it very clearly, the voice came from inside the coffin. Inside the coffin was only the wooden beauty. Could it be a monster? At that moment, Mu Meiren's complexion seemed to change, and she screamed: Don't put me here, don't Before he could finish speaking, there was a boom, and the coffin lid had fallen! The screams seemed to be still swaying in the air, terrifying and desolate. He San's complexion changed again and again, from blue to white. The weird man put down the coffin lid, turned around slowly, and took a quick step forward. He San hurriedly backed away. The weirdo took the second step immediately. He San took another step back and said hoarsely: Who are you? This is completely different from his original voice, not only his complexion has changed drastically, even his voice has also changed. The strange man finally made a sound, but it was a strange croak, like a crow's cry, but at least ten times worse than a crow's cry. In this environment, it feels even more terrifying. He San had never heard such a terrifying voice, and his soul was almost shaken away. In fact, he wasn't very courageous, otherwise he wouldn't have to drink two taels of burnt knife every night to be able to sleep. The strange man kept walking, but he was rushing towards He San. Dare to kill me? He Sancang retreated empress, slipped his feet in the cold, and fell to the ground! He quickly got up, and of course he never took his eyes off the strange man. Looking up from the bottom, he finally saw the strange man hidden under the hat, that face covered with scales, which was completely unlike a human face! The weirdo grinned instantly. This smile is as terrifying as it is. monster!He San screamed, his body seemed to be springing up, turned around and ran away. Frightened, he even made a mistake in the direction, and only took one step out before bumping into a coffin. The impact only made him dizzy and in pain, and he felt cold after a while! He looked back in panic, the strange man was standing less than a foot behind him, a strange hand was touching his neck and touching his cheek. The strange wet and greasy hand feels wet and greasy when it lands on the skin, like a snake crawling on the skin. He San immediately had goose bumps all over his body. The strange man also approached with a face, his mouth was still grinning, revealing two rows of jagged teeth. A bright red tongue spit out from between the teeth at the same time, it was sharp and long, and it touched He San's cheek in an instant. He San was heartbroken, exclaimed incessantly, rolled his eyes, and passed out on the spot! A foul smell emanated from his crotch, and his entire trousers were soaked. I don't know because of He San's sudden coma or because of the smell, the weirdo seems to have completely lost interest in He San, and he let go of his hand immediately. He San fell down against the side of the coffin, and the stench became stronger. The weirdo ignored it, pulled the white Fan Yang hat on his head, and walked out of the hall. This time, his footsteps rose and fell much faster, and his figure moved, rustling like a breeze. Yinfeng! Walking past the table, the oil lamp on the table went out in a flash. The lobby of Yizhuang was instantly engulfed in darkness. The night is deeper, the wind is more urgent. At some point, there was already a bright moon in the night sky. Under the pale moonlight, that strange man walked out of Yizhuang. The carriage was still outside the door. The weirdo jumped onto the carriage seat, picked up the whip, and whistling where the whip landed, the sound of hoofbeats and the rumble of the carriage, the carriage continued to drive forward! There are many trees growing on both sides of the path, covered with moonlight, casting mottled shadows all the way. The wind blows the trees and shakes the shadows, like a group of ghosts dancing wildly, and the carriage passes by like driving on the road of death. The westward road became more and more deserted and gradually became more rugged, and the carriage began to bump. No matter how west Yizhuang is, even He San dared not walk past it after nightfall. Because that is the real ghost world. Half a mile to the west of Yizhuang is a mass grave. The carriage stopped among the mass graves. Weeds are overgrown everywhere, and there are graves everywhere. More than half of them have no tombstones, and weeds grow on the graves. The moonlight is like flowing water, cool as water, and the weeds and tombstones after the rain are still wet, but they are cold and glowing, an unspeakable gloom permeates the entire mass grave. The wind blows and the grass moves, the sound of rustling, and occasionally a few insects, erratic, and more and more gloomy. As soon as the carriage stopped, several fireflies appeared on the weeds. The green firefly will-o'-the-wisps also seem to be flying up and down. The grass and insects are sad, and the fireflies are shining. As soon as the whistle sounded, the whip in the weird man's hand suddenly swung out, flew two feet, and wrapped around a tombstone. Collect one volume at a time. The tombstone flew out of the ground, flew for a long time, and suddenly fell apart like a torrential rain! A black shadow shot out from the grass behind the tombstone almost at the same time, crossed two feet, and rushed behind another tombstone on the right. The whistle sounded again, and the strange man's whip turned and fell in the air, and wrapped around the tombstone that the shadow had rushed into. Before the tombstone flew up, the black shadow appeared, turned over in the air, and landed on the grave behind. The tombstone flew into the air from the ground, shattered, and fell towards the black shadow. Immediately, there was a strange noise, and a cold light flashed, and there was already a long knife in Soi Ying's right hand. With a loud shout, the light of the knife flashed, and the falling broken stele was chopped off in an instant. Very quick shot. The weirdo didn't know if he was surprised by this kind of attack, the whip stayed in mid-air, and didn't fly over. The black shadow didn't rush over either, and stood on the grave with his knife drawn across his chest. Under the moonlight, the knife exuded a misty light, as if wrapped in a layer of white mist. That person's body also seemed to emit a heavy mist! A firefly flew in slowly, and just flew close to the person's side three feet, suddenly paused, and flew down in the air. murderous look. Only a person who has killed countless people with knives and killed people like hemp can emit such a fierce murderous aura. The knife is three feet long, with an ancient and clumsy shape, and the spine of the knife is as straight as a chip. The knife owner's face looked as if it had been cut by a knife, his eyes were sharper than the light of the knife, it was none other than Sima Nu. Quick knife Sima Nu. Starting from Broken Heart Slope, he followed Long Fei all the way, only waiting for the opportunity to give up his life to fight again. Although Long Fei was fast, he was familiar with the road, and took a shortcut to wait at the exit of the maple forest. Who knew that Long Fei came out chasing a carriage. 楓林中發生了什麼事情，他並不知道，在他的眼中，那輛馬車也只是一輛棺材車子，但看見龍飛追得那麼急，亦不禁奇怪起來，所以非獨沒有將龍飛截下，反而尾隨在後，一看究竟。 龍飛一心追上那輛馬車，並未發覺司馬怒的追蹤。 司馬怒一直追入那幢莊院之內，不過乃是在龍飛進入之後一會，安置好坐騎才進去。 翻牆進去。 他綠林出身，年輕的時候，日走千戶，夜盜百家，偷入別人莊院，本來就是他的專長。 這種本領他雖然已經放下多年，但並未忘掉。 他本非善忘的人，即使是一個善忘的人，也不會忘掉經年累月積聚得來的經驗，訓練出來的本領。 失去了記憶，變成了白痴當然例外。 He didn't. 現在他身手的靈活敏捷比當年又何止高一倍！ 他進入的地方是別人容易疏忽的地方，然後向有燈光透出來的那個院子走了過去！ 到他壁虎般爬上那個院子的圍牆，貓叫聲已停，那個水月觀音正從竹林中走出來。 龍飛的偷窺，碎窗，白煙的湧出，鐵虎的闖進，都看在司馬怒眼中。 在龍飛、鐵虎進入那幢小樓之後，他忍不住亦滑下圍牆，竄到樓外。 兩人的說話他大都聽入耳裡。 他同樣奇怪得很！ 因為他居高臨下，同樣沒有看見那個水月觀音離開那幢小樓。 那裡去了，難道真的是化成了那股白煙飛升天外？ 老婦出現的時候，他已經閃身藏在牆邊一叢花樹之後，原是想追那個老婦，問她幾件事。 其實也正是龍飛要問的那幾件事。 他當然只是想，並沒有追下去。 因為他知道，只要他身形一動，立即就會被龍飛察覺。 當時的環境實在太靜寂了，他輕功雖然高強，但周圍長滿野草，一任他身形如何矯捷，都絕對難於避免發出聲響。 以龍飛耳目的敏銳，在當時來說，無論怎樣輕微聲響，只怕都難免給他覺察。 他並非害怕龍飛察覺，只是他心中當時已無戰意，龍飛的心中他相信也一樣，雙方會面實在一些意思也沒有。 所以他一動也不動，而且盡量避免發出任何的聲響。 龍飛、鐵虎離開之後，他仍然伏在花叢的後面，一來避免龍飛兩人突然折返看見，二來在盤算下一步自己應該採取什麼行動。 最後他決定還是先進去那座小樓一看究竟。 正當他站起身子，還未走過去，小樓的門戶倏又開啟，那個車把式竟然從樓內閃出來，雙手抱著一個赤裸的女人。 他幾乎失聲驚呼。 目送那個車把式走出了月洞門，他才貼著牆壁追過去。 追出了莊院之外。 他極盡小心，始終保持著相當距離。 那個車把式裝束的怪人也始終沒有察覺似的，抱著那個木美人，走在黑暗中。 那輛馬車就停在前面不遠山腳下的一個雜木林子之外。 將那個木美人放回棺材之內，怪人就驅車向西行。 司馬怒緊追在後面。 車行並不快，這正合司馬怒心意，他若是要騎馬才能夠跟上，定必會驚動那個怪人。 車到義莊，司馬怒追到義莊。 何三昏迷之際，他正倒掛金鉤，從屋簷上掛下，透過窗戶偷窺。 偷窺下來，更是如墮五里霧中。 然後他追到這個亂葬崗。 他已經完全不由自己。 事情非獨恐怖，而且詭異他雖然並不認識紫竺，與事情全無關係，但他的好奇心，絕不比龍飛少。 這個車把式到底是妖怪還是人？ 現在他到底要去什麼地方？ 這一切舉動到底有何目的？ 儘管滿腔疑惑，司馬怒的行動仍然極盡小心，藉著荒墳野草墓碑掩護，尾隨不捨。 他雖則有些緊張，身形並未受心情影響。 可是他終於還是被察覺。 一次也許是巧合，接連兩次，就絕不會是巧合。 司馬怒知道已經被發現，索性現身出來。 一鞭捲飛墓碑，司馬怒自問也可以做到，但墓碑在半空碎裂擊下，卻在他的能力之外。 他拔刀盡將碎碑斬下，一隻右手竟有些發麻。 這看非魔術，對方內力的高強，顯然已到了摘葉飛花，傷人數丈，出神入化的地步。 他卻又想不出這附近一帶有誰有這樣高強的內力。 丁鶴一劍勾魂，不出劍則已，出劍必殺人，蕭立三槍追命，丈八鐵槍之下亦從無活口。 這兩人都不是以內力見長。 除了這兩人，那附近難道還有什麼高手？ 江湖中臥虎藏龍，這未必沒有可能，當然這也許真的是魔術。 莫非這個車把式真的是什麼妖魔鬼怪。 司馬怒雖然驚訝，但並不退縮。 無論對方是人抑或是妖魔鬼怪他都準備一鬥了。 這在他來說，無疑是一種刺激。 強烈的刺激，前所未有的刺激。 荒墳野草，風吹蕭索。 司馬怒不動，那個怪人也不動。 就連拖車的兩匹馬那剎那也陷入完全靜止的狀態中。 還是司馬怒首先開口道：朋友好武功！ 怪人不作聲。 司馬怒又問道：高姓大名？ 怪人咿的一聲怪叫。 司馬怒給叫的心頭一凜，冷笑道：以朋友的武功，根本就無須如此裝神扮鬼。 怪人不答，反手掀下戴在頭上的那頂白范陽遮塵笠帽。 一頭散髮左右披下，那張遍佈蛇鱗的臉龐更顯得恐怖。 司馬怒雙目圓睜，盯在那個怪人的臉龐之上。 這是他第一次看見那個怪人的臉龐。 月光照耀下，他看得很清楚，一股寒氣立時由脊骨冒上來，不禁就連打了兩個寒噤。 他從未見過一張這樣恐怖的臉龐。 本來已經陰森的亂葬崗，彷彿也因為這張臉龐的出現，再添幾分陰森。 這時候，崗上的流螢也多起來，飛舞在荒墳野草之間。 螢火異常碧綠。 到底這是螢火還是鬼火。 司馬怒不由自主回頭一瞥。 在他的身後，流螢無聲飛舞，墳頭的野草簌簌然搖擺，塚中的野鬼並沒有爬出來，卻好像已經開始蠢動。 他腳踏那個墳墓也好像在蠢動，墳頭搖擺的野草搔拂著他的雙腳，猶如一雙無形的鬼手。 那些野草並不是現在才搔拂他雙腳，他卻是現在才生出這股感覺。 這也是他第一次生出這種感覺。 他雙腳毛管不覺支支逆立，但雙腳仍然穩立墳頭之上，目光一轉即回，又轉回怪人那張怪臉上。 怪人倏的以笠作扇，輕輕搧動。 風勢竟彷彿漸急勁起來，亂葬崗的野草也彷彿搖擺得更厲害。 司馬怒心愈寒，正盤算應該採取什麼行動，突然發現馬車的周圍冒起了縷縷白煙。 又是白煙？ 司馬怒動念未已，縷縷白煙已迅速擴散，眨眼間就將那輛馬車包裹起來。 白煙由淡而漸濃，那輛馬車眼看就要消失在白煙之中。 司馬怒知道再不能等下去，一聲暴喝，身形離弦箭矢般射出，一射兩丈，連人帶刀斬向那個怪人。 那剎那，整輛馬車已經被裹在濃煙之內！ 激烈的刀風立將濃煙攻開了一條空隙。 怪人已經不在車座上。 刀斬空，司馬怒落在車座上，一刀突然化成千刀，整個人都包在刀光之內，彷彿變成了一個刀球。 白煙被刀風激盪得四下亂射，亂成一團！ 煙更濃，剎那裹住了刀光。 也只是剎那，人刀都裹在白煙消失。 白煙擴散得非常迅速，整個亂葬崗迅速的被白煙吞噬！ 碧綠的螢火也在白煙中隱沒。 司馬怒衝入這樣的一團白煙中，是不是太魯莽，太愚蠢？ 白煙中驀地響起了撕心裂肺的一聲怒吼。 是司馬怒的聲音。 憤怒而夾雜恐懼。 intense fear. 白煙中到底發生了什麼事情，司馬怒到底遭遇了什麼意外？ 只一聲。 亂葬崗又靜下來，寂死，但連隨被車馬聲劃破！ 煙更濃！ 夜風淒冷，白煙終於消散。 冷月中天，荒墳野草依舊，怪人與馬車卻都已不在。 司馬怒也不在。 Where are the carriages and horses going?司馬怒現在又怎樣？