Chapter 7: Tear Mole Yun Wanzhou... When did a mole grow here? ...
The man looked like he had been drained of all his blood, leaving only a shell. His skin was pale, his flesh was deeply sunken, and the outline of his bones was vaguely visible. He looked eerie and terrifying.
Chen Ziyi was so frightened that he lost his voice on the spot. He didn't even see the man's face and fled the scene in a hurry.
By the time he got home, the clothes on his back were already soaked with cold sweat, and he looked like he had fallen into a river and been fished out.
"Is the deceased also from Dashipo?" Xie Wuyang asked.
Chen Ziyi nodded with difficulty. "Yes, it's the man who lives in the room next door. We all call him Lao Zhang."
The room next door.
Doesn’t that mean…
Xie Wuyang and Yun Wanzhou looked at each other and saw the same message in each other's eyes - the house they had just stayed in.
According to the timeline, that person should have died three months ago.
But the room was not only tidy, but there was even some half-eaten porridge left.
Could it be that the monster can help people clean the room?
Xie Wuyang knocked on the table twice, leaned over to Chen Ziyi and asked, "Is there anyone else living in Lao Zhang's house?"
"The one living there is...Old Zhang." Chen Ziyi murmured, and suddenly raised his head to look at them, his pupils contracting violently.
"After I came back from the mountain, I told the rest of the village about the body, but when we rushed over, the remains were gone."
There were occasionally wild beasts on that mountain, and the people on Dashipo speculated that the victim was eaten by a wild beast.
until--
Lao Zhang is back.
As neighbors, Chen Ziyi and Lao Zhang always looked after each other, but that day when Lao Zhang passed by their door, Chen Ziyi greeted him but received no response from Lao Zhang.
There was something indescribably strange about the way Old Zhang walked, and his face looked sickly pale in the moonlight.
At first, Chen Ziyi thought that Lao Zhang didn't hear him because the distance was too far, so he took two or three steps forward and wanted to pat Lao Zhang on the shoulder, but his movements froze when he touched Lao Zhang.
Chen Ziyi's breathing stopped.
There was a strange bulge under his hand, and a long scar on Lao Zhang's shoulder.
Old Zhang, who was photographed, turned his head slowly, but he had no eyes. Looking at Chen Ziyi, there were only two empty, dark holes.
Chen Ziyi will never forget that scene for the rest of his life.
He was just a woodcutter in a small village. He had lived an ordinary life and might never encounter such a thing until his death.
But Chen Ziyi happened to see it.
I have nightmares every night and can't sleep or eat.
"Lao Zhang and I have been neighbors for so many years, I've even seen him shirtless. This long scar is definitely not a minor injury. And I saw his leg half-hidden under his trousers..."
Although he did not see the face of the corpse on the mountain that day, he was deeply impressed by other parts of the corpse.
Lao Zhang's silhouette overlapped with the corpse in the moonlight, frightening Chen Ziyi so much that he ran back home in a panic.
"He is here to take my life, he is an evil ghost..." Chen Ziyi raised his hands to hold his head and said in a trembling voice.
"You mean to seek revenge? Who should Lao Zhang seek revenge from?" Xie Wuyang grasped the key point in Chen Ziyi's words.
Chen Ziyi shook his head. "I don't know, but Lao Zhang died unjustly. He wants justice for himself."
"How can you be sure?" Xie Wuyang raised his eyebrows.
"Because when Lao Zhang came back, he also brought back something," Chen Ziyi swallowed, "He brought back a monster..."
…
At night, Xie Wuyang and Yun Wanzhou faced another difficult problem.
There was no shop near this small village, so Xie Wuyang had nowhere to go.
In fact, those who practice Taoism often go down the mountain to travel, using the sky as a blanket and the ground as a bed, and they can find any place to meditate.
But Xie Wuyang is different. He was the Demon Lord in his previous life.
He didn't care whether the original owner had ever lived on the roadside, but he had never had to sleep in the open air since he became the Demon Lord, and at this moment he didn't want to sit outside like a fool at all.
When Yun Wanzhou picked up the Broken Snow Sword placed aside and prepared to go out, Xie Wuyang leaned against the wall, with his left leg casually resting on his right leg.
"Master, didn't you hear Chen Ziyi say that monsters like to move around at night? I don't have any spiritual power, and Master can't protect me all the time. If I get captured by a monster, wouldn't I be doomed?"
Yun Wanzhou glanced at Xie Wuyang and said coldly, "I will set up a barrier."
"Wouldn't that be very hard for Master? There are only two of us, so we can't take up much space. How about..." Xie Wuyang asked tentatively, "We just stay at Chen Ziyi's house?"
Chen Ziyi nodded. "It's safer for you to stay home, Immortal Master. Since the villagers moved out, the monster hasn't been able to find food for a while, and it's become even more rampant recently. Immortal Master is helping the village eliminate the monster, so why should we let you stay outside?"
Yun Wanzhou frowned and thought for a moment, then finally nodded in agreement.
Although he had a place to stay, Xie Wuyang just couldn't concentrate and meditate.
I just learned from the conversation with Chen Ziyi that the monster feeds on human souls and blood. In the past three months, a total of fifteen people in the village have been killed by the monster.
The monster could change into someone else's appearance, and no matter how careful the villagers were, they couldn't defend themselves.
Every day I wait in fear until morning, and then open the door when the first ray of sunlight comes in to listen to who was the unlucky person who died last night.
Old Zhang acted as if nothing had happened, and his daily routine was no different from what it was before he died.
He can cook, eat, and even work in the fields.
If someone passed by Lao Zhang, he would sometimes curl his lips, which were cracked to the corners of his eyes, and greet the passerby.
That monster could have appeared in anyone's home, but it never did anything to Lao Zhang.
No one knows why Lao Zhang died or why he is alive again.
Yun Wanzhou said that the Nightmare Stone was on the big stone slope.
Xie Wuyang had originally wondered whether the bad things happening at Dashipo were related to the Nightmare Stone, but this idea didn't last long before Xie Wuyang dismissed it.
The nightmare stone was lost a few days ago, but the bad things that happened on the big stone slope happened several months ago.
Let’s not talk about why this strange thing happened, where is his precious nightmare stone?
Xie Wuyang was feeling worried.
After tossing and turning for an unknown amount of time, he suddenly turned and looked at Yun Wanzhou.
Compared to Xie Wuyang who couldn't enter into meditation for a long time, Yun Wanzhou's brows were tightly closed. Even when he was asleep, his expression did not relax for a moment. His lips were pressed into a straight line. Xie Wuyang felt very uncomfortable just by looking at him, so he simply turned his eyes and fixed his gaze on Yun Wanzhou's forehead.
When Yun Wanzhou knew the location of the Nightmare Stone, he poured his spiritual power into his forehead.
Then there must be some kind of spell on his forehead.
If I inject my spiritual power into it, will I be able to find out where the Nightmare Stone is?
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang carefully sat up and moved closer to Yun Wanzhou.
Whether in his previous life or this life, Xie Wuyang was always a little scared when facing the immortals in the world of cultivation.
He knew exactly how powerful Yun Wanzhou was, so he was even more worried that he might be crushed to pieces by this man before he could even get close to him.
Xie Wuyang couldn't help but lower his voice and gradually gathered his spiritual power at his fingertips.
The spiritual power emitted a dim light in the night, flickering on the faces of the two people.
This body doesn't have much spiritual power.
It's just a touch, it shouldn't be discovered, right?
Xie Wuyang raised his fingertips and slowly stretched them towards Yun Wanzhou's forehead.
When he slept, Yun Wanzhou seemed much more approachable than usual. His eyelashes cast a faint shadow, his breathing was steady, and his lips were slightly parted.
Xie Wuyang's fingertips stopped just as they were about to touch his forehead.
He suddenly discovered that not far from his fingertips, under the Immortal Master's eyelashes, there was a small, black teardrop mole.
Yun Wanzhou... When did a mole grow here?
Just as Xie Wuyang was thinking about the Immortal Venerable's mole and reaching for Yun Wanzhou's forehead, he suddenly felt a chill on his head.
Xie Wuyang paused, raised his head suddenly, and met Yun Wanzhou's eyes hidden in the darkness.
"What are you doing?" The voice was icy cold.
Cardiac arrest.
Xie Wuyang's mind twitched, and he turned his fingers, which were full of spiritual power, and changed direction. "I see there is something dirty on Master's face."
The next moment, Xie Wuyang’s fingers touched Yun Wanzhou’s teardrop mole.
Yun Wanzhou: “…”
Xie Wuyang: “…” What did he do.
The spiritual energy at his fingertips was warm and gentle, flowing out of Xie Wuyang's body inch by inch. Under the dim light, the corners of the Immortal Venerable's eyes glowed white, making the teardrop mole even more conspicuous.
It was not until Xie Wuyang's spiritual power was exhausted and the spiritual power on his fingertips completely dissipated that the two people, who had been staring at each other for a long time, suddenly came back to their senses.
Yun Wanzhou's movements were a little hasty, even more panicked than Xie Wuyang, the bad guy. He even used the simplest illusion technique several times.
Yun Wanzhou was somewhat thankful that it was pitch dark at night, so his young disciple did not see his embarrassing situation.
Unexpectedly, Xie Wuyang himself was also a person with poor judgment. After taking in Yun Wanzhou's panic, he blurted out, "Master, did you use the illusion technique?"
Yun Wanzhou asked, pursing her lips and looking at him with eyes as cold as ice. But if you looked seriously, you could still see a hint of panic in them, as if he was trying to cover up some unbearable past, and he seemed to not know how to answer.
Xie Wuyang's original purpose was to study the talisman on Yun Wanzhou's forehead, but when he saw that Yun Wanzhou showed no sign of answering, he gradually lost interest in the teardrop mole.
But with Yun Wanzhou staring at him like that, Xie Wuyang always felt that he seemed to know what he wanted to do. Feeling guilty, Xie Wuyang pretended to turn around unconsciously, changed direction, assumed a meditation posture, and closed his eyes.
Yun Wanzhou was so vigilant that the search for the Nightmare Stone had to come to a temporary halt.
Without any extra thoughts, Xie Wuyang was finally able to concentrate.
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