Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 163
The two of them were in the Kunlun faction camp that had just been exterminated, and the surroundings were completely dark. The moon had not yet risen, and the moonlight had not yet sprinkled on the snow. Suo Suo's voice made his heart tense.

Song Qingshu frowned, the innate qi was transported to the eye sockets, his eyes looked out of the house like electricity, but he didn't find anything.

Yang Yaoqin on the side asked: "How is it, what is it?"

Song Qingshu shook his head: "I didn't see it." After saying that, he stood up and was about to go outside the house to see what happened. Yang Yaoqin also went out with him.

The two walked out of the house, looking at the dark and dead night, except for the whistling of the wind at this moment, they couldn't hear the rustling movement at all.

Song Qingshu turned his head and looked left and right, except for the deep corridor, there were no ghosts at all.

"Where did that voice come from just now?" Song Qingshu asked.

Yang Yaoqin closed her eyes and thought about it, but she also shook her head. She only thought it was the noise outside the house, but she didn't know where it came from.

Song Qingshu was about to turn around, but suddenly saw some indentations on the snow not far away, he came to the indentation in a flash, squatted down to observe the indentation carefully, the indentation was one foot wider, The mark was so shallow that he almost missed it when he didn't pay attention, but there were no other marks on either side of the indentation, so it was impossible to see what it was made of.

At this time, Yang Yaoqin walked over, looked at this trace and asked, "Here, wasn't there before?"

Song Qingshu shook his head, he remembered very clearly that there was absolutely no indentation in this yard before.

This indentation extended from where the two were standing to the gate of the courtyard. The two looked at each other, and at the same time got up and walked towards the gate along the indentation.

Halfway through the journey, Song Qingshu suddenly turned his head, only to find that there were two more footprints beside the indentation on the snow behind him, which belonged to him and Yang Yaoqin, and there was nothing else besides that.

Yang Yaoqin saw that he didn't turn his head back, so she asked: "What's wrong?"

Song Qingshu replied: "Nothing."

After all, continue to walk towards the courtyard gate.

This small yard is not big, only a wall separates the yard, and there is a small round door on the wall, through which you can see the big yard outside.

The two cautiously walked out of the courtyard along the indentation. The indentation suddenly turned to the right outside the round door, and the two immediately looked to the right.

The next moment, a half-length male corpse suddenly appeared in front of the two of them. Although both of them had some psychological preparations, seeing this half-length male corpse suddenly made Yang Yaoqin exclaim and buried her head in Song Qingshu's chest .

Song Qingshu patted Yang Yaoqin's back with one hand, frowning and staring at the male corpse.

The male corpse was wearing the clothes of the Kunlun School disciples, only the upper half of the corpse was lying on the snow, and the shallow indentation was extending from the back of the male corpse to the feet of the two of them. From this situation, the indentation was exactly the man's body. Dead bodies crawled across the snow.

"Is he a human or a ghost?" Yang Yaoqin slowed down, and then slowly looked at the male corpse, seeing that the male corpse was motionless, she asked.

Of course, Song Qingshu is probably the only one who can answer her, and he replied: "It's not a human, nor a ghost! It's just a dead body!"

"Then why is he still moving?" Yang Yaoqin asked again.

Song Qingshu didn't answer, but instead walked towards the male corpse. The closer he got to the male corpse, the more clearly he could see the other person's appearance.

His face was buried in the snow, his hair was disheveled, and he was scratching the snow with his hands one behind the other, as if he was struggling to move forward.

Song Qingshu tipped his toes, and turned the male corpse over, but saw that his face was ferocious, his mouth was full of crystallized blood, his eyes were wide open, and he looked like he was dying, but strangely, the male corpse's mouth The grin was wide, even somewhat distorted, and the corners of the mouth even reached the ears, showing a strange smile.

That look is definitely not something a living person can make.

Now Song Qingshu frowned very much.Although he has also read the Four Books and Five Classics, he knows that the words are strange and confusing, but the scene at this moment really makes him feel a little nervous, and he secretly asks himself if he really encountered a ghost. After all, there are many legends about gods and ghosts in Kunlun Mountain since ancient times.

It's just that Yang Yaoqin is beside him at the moment, she is already a little scared, if she is also scared, I'm afraid it will be difficult tonight.

He was just about to speak to comfort Yang Yaoqin, but suddenly he heard that rustling sound coming again, and this time it was not only that sound, but also accompanied by a whimpering sound, the sound was far and near, left and right, It was very subtle, and it was hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman, but it was clearly transmitted to the ears of both of them.

Song Qingshu suddenly felt Yang Yaoqin's hand grabbing his arm suddenly, knowing that she was naturally afraid.

He snorted coldly: "Pretending to be a ghost!"

After all, he suddenly kicked the half of the male corpse into the air, then jumped up and kicked the male corpse into the distance, and disappeared into the night sky, followed by a "kuang", presumably it was The male corpse hit something.

Song Qingshu kicked the male corpse away, took the Wudang sword out of its sheath in his hand, and then slashed towards the place where the male corpse disappeared. A sword light surged from the long sword in his hand, and it grew when the wind saw it. The wider and longer it was, the blue light It even illuminated the entire Kunlun School.

The sword light was powerful and heavy. Although it didn't fly fast, the snowflakes it passed were rolled up by it one after another, and the obstacles it passed were also crushed by it. Finally, the sword light turned into a beam more than three feet wide and two feet wide. The huge sword energy, which was more than ten feet long, directly split the main hall of Kunlun School into two halves.

As soon as there was a loud noise, the roof beam of the main hall was cut off by the sword energy, and the roof of the entire main hall suddenly collapsed, falling to the ground with a bang, and at the same time, other ruins and tiles continued to fall down. , This movement lasted for a cup of tea before it gradually dissipated.

After the loud noise, the Kunlun School Hall, which existed for nearly a hundred years, ceased to exist. The flying dust dyed the surrounding snow brown, and the turbulent snowflakes drifted all over the sky, drifting to the entire Sansheng Temple with the cold night wind. depression.

And the rustling and whimpering sounds were finally no longer heard.

"I'm Song Qingshu!" Song Qingshu pointed his long sword at the room where the bonfire was burning, "I'm right inside, come here if you're not afraid of death."

After all, she clasped Yang Yaoqin's shoulder with one hand, and walked towards the room where the two of them were resting.

But within two steps, the rustling sound came again, and at the same time, there was the whimpering sound.

Song Qingshu paused, then continued walking towards the house.Yang Yaoqin frowned and looked at him. Seeing that he didn't speak, she also suppressed the panic in her heart and went back to the room step by step.

In the room, there was an earthen pot on the campfire, and meat porridge was cooked in the earthen pot. The two sat back by the campfire, and Yang Yaoqin sat down next to Song Qingshu, watching the constantly churning meat porridge. Although it smelled fragrant, but I don't have the slightest appetite for you.

Song Qingshu was also looking at the meat porridge at the moment, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

"This porridge is a little less." He looked at Yang Yaoqin, who quickly shook her head and said, "I didn't drink it."

At this moment, Song Qingshu suddenly laughed, the panic in his heart had been wiped away, his mind became calm, and the hand holding the sword suddenly relaxed. He thrust the Wudang sword to his side, reached out his hand into the fire, and held it up directly. The hot crock.

Yang Yaoqin didn't know why he suddenly laughed. Seeing him holding the earthen jar, she hurriedly found two porcelain bowls, and wanted Song Qingshu to put the earthen jar down.

Song Qingshu smiled and poured the porridge into porcelain bowls, picked up one of the bowls and drank it, as if nothing happened just now.

Yang Yaoqin suddenly came to her senses at this moment, and realized that Song Qingshu must have discovered something, but Song Qingshu didn't say anything, and she wasn't going to ask, but at this moment her heart became quiet, and she picked up a bowl of meat porridge and drank it.

After Song Qingshu finished a bowl of porridge, he put down the porcelain bowl in his hand, then picked up the crock pot and poured another bowl, and continued to drink, as if he was very hungry.

Yang Yaoqin held the porcelain bowl in both hands, drinking in small sips, but her pair of shining eyes were always staring at Song Qingshu, not knowing what he was doing, but her appearance was very cute.

Song Qingshu quickly finished the second bowl, and immediately poured the third bowl.The little meat porridge in the earthen pot was almost bottomed out at this moment, but Song Qingshu was not polite at all, picked up the third bowl and began to drink.

Suddenly, the sound of whimpering and whimpering outside the door suddenly became louder, and the suddenly louder sound surprised Yang Yaoqin, but at this moment, she felt that the sound was no longer as scary as before, just like It was a noise that was so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary, and it wouldn't affect my mind at all.

Song Qingshu picked up the crock pot again, this time he didn't intend to pour it into a bowl, but directly picked up the crock pot, put it to his mouth, and prepared to drink up the meat porridge inside.

But at this moment, a figure suddenly fell from the sky into the small courtyard outside the house. The sound of heavy objects falling on the snow was extremely dull, but it still made the two people in the house look over.

The two of them saw clearly by the light of the fire. The falling figure was a dead body wearing the clothes of the Kunlun School. At this moment, the dead body was standing upright on the snowy ground without moving, with its legs spread apart on the ground. With one hand waving indiscriminately, it seems that it still retains the appearance of the last moment of its life.

The dead body just stared straight at the two people in the room, its eyes were devoid of life, its skin was black and purple, its appearance was very frightening.

Song Qingshu and Yang Yaoqin looked at each other, and Yang Yaoqin saw him shake his head slightly, signaling her to ignore it.

Yang Yaoqin nodded, and continued to drink the porridge with the porcelain bowl in her hand.

The same goes for Song Qingshu, who raised the earthen pot in his hand to enter.

At this moment, there was another muffled sound, and another figure fell from top to bottom in the courtyard, right in front of the door, standing upright like the last corpse, staring straight at the corpse. .

Then, before the two could move, the third, fourth, and fifth corpses fell down one after another, and soon there were no less than five corpses standing on the snow outside the house.

On a dark and cold night, five corpses stood outside the house, and a pair of bonfires burned inside the house. The place where light and darkness meet is like the boundary between the world and hell.

One step to live, one step to die.

(End of this chapter)