In Zhong Kui's memory, he always remembered the words of the two friends; "You cannot be close to women before you are thirty years old, you must maintain a pure yang body, otherwise something big will happen."

In fact, Zhong Kui had another thing in his mind, that is, the position of the copper coins that Vanilla had just calculated, which was by no means accidental. Grandpa once taught him a mantra, "A person who divinates should be careful in his words and actions. If he takes action, his yin and yang will be determined."

Seeing that the other party insisted on doing this, Vanilla felt discouraged and broke free from Zhong Kui's hand, wanting to hold her, and stumbled towards the ruined temple.

While running, scenes of the days I spent with him when I was young appeared in my mind, especially when I rescued him from the detained room. Vancao didn't believe that Zhong Kui would have no special thoughts about him.

Tears on her face were scattered in the darkness with the wind, and another thought came to her mind. Could it be that Zhong Kui had a defect in her body? Or was it because of other reasons? When she thought of this, she slowed down and the cold wind blew, her fluctuating emotions gradually cooled down.

Stopped, Vanilla glanced back slightly and saw that Zhong Kui had already caught up.

Turning his head and looking at the door of the dilapidated temple, Wengen standing in the wind, Vanilla couldn't help but smile and thought of a good idea.

Zhong Kui didn't know why Vanilla suddenly figured it out. From that night, she stuck to Wengen like a cotton candy. Although he didn't know how to be so fierce, he didn't expect anything to be wrong when he saw them looking very serious.

At the bottom of the ruined temple, the village of Donghua Village fell into silence, and everyone gathered in the ruined temple.

Perhaps this is the cowardice of human nature. At the critical moment of emergencies, people are filled with uneasiness and loneliness. While losing confidence, they are also afraid that a person will die helplessly. Therefore, they have the idea of ​​uniting and unity is strength. In this way, they have enough courage to fight the rampant and plunder of death!

At this moment, Zhong Kui was like their guardian god. The villagers completely regarded him as the backbone and asked him about anything if he had anything. Even if he had a small cough, he would come and ask if it was infected by the plague?

In this way, not only did he not be able to leave, but he was even deprived of his rest time.

Wengen and Vanilla didn't have a moment of rest either. They shuttled through the sitting, standing, and walking crowds. Observe their condition at any time and pay attention to their condition development trends at any time.

In the middle of the night, a group of people came from the county town, about a dozen people! It seemed like a temporary treatment team. After they arrived, they explained a few words to Zhong Kui, separated the crowd, separated the sick, and sent them to the hospital in time. Those who were not sick would settle in the dilapidated temple to rest. Those who had some symptoms would continue to drink medicine.

People born are still suffering.

The dead person has been buried under the mountain forest strata.

Zhong Kui and the others stayed up all night and picked up the thermometers sent by the hospital. They stuffed them into their armpits one by one, then took them back one by one, carefully examining the location of the mercury line, and checking their physical condition. They were really exhausted. They walked lightly, as if they were dreaming.

The villagers were drowsy, and the nearby chickens cried loudly, and the sky showed a white belly.

First, the birds chirping and noisy talk in the forest, and then the mooing sounds of plowing oxen and sheep coming from the village. Their calls are like a low old song, and more like calling for their own masters, they need their feeding and help.

Zhong Kui asked Xiangcao and Wengen to lean on the threshold of the broken temple to rest for a while, while he continued to stick to the villagers who needed care.

At dawn that day, some villagers went home to make rice soup and brought it to the ruined temple for food.

The darkness of the night gives people fear, and the brightness of the day gives people hope. When people face the light of the sky, their spirits are restored.

People who woke up in their sleep were sure to have spent the night safely. After seeing the rising sun in the east, everyone showed a happy smile on their faces.

Basins of boiling rice soup were filled with the pure fragrance of rice, and handed it to Zhong Kui and the others from the endless hand of people at the foot of the mountain.

An inconspicuous tomb gave birth to a son, and now he has become a hero in the minds of people in Donghua Village. People no longer fear him, but regard him as a god, and are very respectful to him.

Zhong Kui could not refuse people's rewards. For the first time in history, he felt what a rush was like. But I don't know if he was too careful or why, he always felt that things were not so simple, and it seemed that something was going to happen in the dark.

Just as it was confirmed by Zhong Kui's thoughts, a villager who went to the back mountain would come in panic and frightened to the point of no one's face. And because of excessive fright and nervousness, he could not breathe even if he foamed at the mouth.

The villagers quickly handed the warm rice soup to the villagers, some pinched the person, and some were helping him caress his chest...

Seeing this scene, Zhong Kui's heart was sinking. Although the villager had not told the story yet, he had already had a premonition that something had happened.

The villagers came from the back mountain of Donghua Village, which means he had just gone to the location of the old locust tree.

Zhong Kui, Wengen and Vancao rushed to the scene.

Under the huge shadow of the old locust tree, a lonely corpse was dragged by the wind.

"I've seen this person." Zhong Kui glanced at the vanilla that covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and Wengen, who was so scared that his face was as dark as earth.

The dead man's quiet white hands were vertically on both sides of his body, his cap was flipped back, and his messy head was lowered forward. His purple and black tongue stretched out from the elder's length, and his legs were straightened... like a gyro in the wind was rotating.

Wengen and Vancao couldn't bear to continue watching. Under Zhong Kui's urging, the two left quickly. Then they returned to the county town to report the case to the relevant departments.

Vanilla accidentally used copper coins to calculate it, but it really predicted that this tragedy happened in front of you.

Zhong Kui couldn't leave, he had to do what he should do. A copper coin was positioned in his hand, and raised his backhand, and the copper coin flew with the wind... but did not stick to the forehead of the deceased, but fell to the ground in a vertical line.

Hey! Zhong Kui was secretly shocked, and his heart was worried.

He stared at the corpse that was rotating with the wind in cold eyes, his feet moved, and circled around the tree pole step by step. His eyes like a sharp sword did not leave the corpse, and said, "Do you want to force me to use a trick?"

Seeing that the corpse was uncontrolled, he felt very angry. Zhong Kui suddenly felt a burning sensation in his chest that rushed straight into his throat. He endured the burning heat in his mouth, restrained his rising mood, and resolutely pulled out the Tenglong sword sheath on his waist, and stroked, stunned, and slashed... Then he opened his mouth and wanted to spit out the burning heat in his heart, but unexpectedly the burning heat that came out turned into a burning flame, which was directly sprayed on the tree pole.

Zhong Kui, who spewed out flames, was shocked. What's going on? No matter what happened, he didn't have time to think about it. He still had to pay close attention to the burning old locust tree.

The burning old locust tree is like a living elf, making shrill, sharp and sharp screams in the fire and smoke. The flames licked the body of the corpse hanging under the branches of the tree and burst out with blue smoke.

Someone stood at the highest point of the ruined temple and saw smoke rolling in the north. In addition, the villager was regaining consciousness after rescuing the rescue and told the villagers what they saw.

People ran to see with all kinds of speculations.

Is the old locust tree destroyed? Seeing the flames devouring the ancient old locust tree, people stood from afar and pointed and discussed. Some people also said that the man who was hanging and burning was Xia Zhian.
Chapter completed!