I searched for corpses in the Wuding River to extract entries

Chapter 27 The Swordsman

Back home, Dashun was still busy in his room and didn't know what to do.

He didn't say anything about Xie Que's return, but when the night approached, he asked him to fish for the corpse together.

A few days later, Xie Que didn't get any entries that could enhance his strength, but his improvement in martial arts never stopped.

Compared with Yan Qingquan, Xie Que prefers the simple boxing method of Killing Whale Baquan.

It doesn't pay attention to technique or anything else. It just relies on strength to crush the enemy.

Seeing that his adopted son had been able to improve his boxing skills based on his own physical condition, Dad threw a bunch of books on martial arts theory tools to him.

He has personally witnessed Xie Que's step by step, from scratch, to this step, and he knows that what Xie Que lacks the most is this kind of theoretical knowledge.

Xie Que is also like a dry sponge, absorbing all kinds of theoretical knowledge in books into his mind.

The human body, medicine, force, vigor...

Xie Que has to admit that even in a world with extraordinary power, there are still people who look at the world with scientific eyes.

Although these warriors are no match for the real Daoist masters, their efforts from generation to generation have laid the foundation of martial arts extremely solidly.

The rich theoretical knowledge not only broadened Xie Que's horizons, but could also be used to integrate martial arts.

The sky was getting colder and colder, and there were several unclaimed bodies piled up in the morgue.

To worship the God of Crossing the River, Dashun and Xie Que piled wood, burned the bones one by one, collected the ashes and packed them in small boxes.

After being installed, according to Dashun's instructions, it needs to be sent to the cemetery in Lihuaba for burial.

Originally, these ashes were generally scattered into the Wuding River, which was regarded as a way for the corpse hunters to "return the leaves to their roots".

But in the Great Zhou Dynasty, every year in the first month after autumn, the gates of ghosts are opened, and the dead souls return to the world, either to visit relatives, or to fulfill their wishes.

Scattering the ashes into the river will cause the innocent souls in the river to compete for food and cause unnecessary trouble.

Xie Que held these urns in his hands alone, and when he went to the cemetery and passed outside the village, he saw the shrine again.

The shrine has been repaired for quite some time, but nothing untoward seems to have happened.

Xie Que could smell the soft incense from more than ten meters away.

Not only the people who built the shrine worship every day, but also couples from poor families in the same village often come to donate some incense.

Since it was daytime, Xie Que could see the appearance of the statue of Song Zigong through the candles burning inside without getting closer.

The statue is carved from wood, and the image is a chubby man holding two babies, a boy and a girl, in his arms.

Xie Que's expression was concentrated, and he found that his image was not similar to the one in Wang Cuiyu's memory.

In Wang Cuiyu's memory, Song Zigong is an image of an old man as thin as a bamboo pole holding a baby in his arms.

Could it be that there are more than one of these gifted sons?
Xie Que's eyes narrowed, and he felt an inexplicable palpitation coming from nowhere. A gloomy and cold feeling suddenly spread from his tailbone and gradually spread throughout his body.

He was like a stressed cat, the hairs all over his body stood on end.

Throwing all the urns on the ground, he pulled out the dog-leg knife from his waist and slashed towards his wrist without hesitation.

The blood dripped, and the cold feeling instantly receded like a tide. Xie Que immediately took a deep breath, and his energy and blood suddenly burst out with all his strength.

The temperature of the whole body began to rise rapidly, reaching a level where ordinary people would scream as if it was too hot at the slightest touch.

Although I don't know how, there must be something wrong with the idol.

Although Cai Cai had a cold feeling, he couldn't guess what happened, but he also knew that it was not a good thing.

Xie Que dripped the blood in his hand on the guillotine, and the dog-leg knife suddenly became a little red.

Several strange sounds came from the woods on one side. Xie Que suddenly kicked the ground and flew past like a cannonball.

The dust on the branches and leaves on the ground was quickly pushed away, and a pitch-black creature climbed up from it, and made a cry before Xie Que landed.

Xie Que was a little dizzy and slow immediately, but the guillotine in his hand inexplicably tightened the wound in his hand, and the pain made Xie Que get rid of the discomfort.

After taking Xie Que to see clearly, he realized that the creature in front of him was a mule.

"It's the mule again."

The mule's hair is black and soft, and after shaking off the dust on its body, it is even more shiny.

Xie Que was not afraid, and immediately took a step forward, holding the knife in his right hand, and blasting the whale-killing fist with his left hand.

The mule raised its front hooves, and after dodging the blow, Xie Que was about to hit him with another punch.

After it took a real punch from Xie Que, it knew that this entering warrior should not be underestimated.

The mule's hooves neighed and black hair flew out. The mule was in great pain and immediately started fighting with Xie Que.

It raised its front hooves and assumed the appearance of a warrior.

But soon Xie Que thought wrong, this mule spirit just put on an empty air, kicking towards him with his hard front hoof.

Mule Jing's physical strength is extremely strong, almost able to crush Xie Que, but Xie Que did not eat all the attacks outrageously, relying on the flexibility and lightness of his body to avoid many attacks.

Suddenly, a ring-headed broadsword flew out from nowhere and landed on the ground beside him.

The mule spirit who was originally fighting with Xie Que suddenly became like a frightened mouse and fled away desperately. Xie Que's attacks landed on him one after another but could not hinder his escape.

A fiery feeling swept over Xie Que's body, and the ring-headed broadsword stuck in the ground disappeared.

The miserable screams of the mule spirit echoed for miles around, and many villagers were instantly stunned.

"Heaven has the virtue of loving life, and I will give you three breaths to escape." A clear and mature voice sounded, and the mule spirit began to rush out desperately.

When Xie Que saw this, he also wanted to chase and wrap him around, but the mule spirit seemed to be crazy, and instead of circling the tree, he smashed it straight.

This made him a little helpless, this speed was beyond the scope of what he could catch up with.

There was a sharp sound, like the sound of a blade rubbing against a scabbard, accompanied by the scream of a donkey spirit.

The scorching feeling like fire oppressed Xie Que, but he had no choice but to put away the blood all over his body.

Xie Que took a few steps outside and found that it was the body of Mule Jing, with his body and head separated.

Next to the mule spirit's body was a female swordsman with an extremely good figure.

It's just that the other party lowered the brim of his hat, so he couldn't see his true face.

"It is considered good for an entry warrior to be able to contend with this monster for so long." The swordsman nodded and recognized Xie Que's strength.

"Thank you, senior." Xie Que thanked him. If it weren't for this swordsman, although he would not have been defeated, both sides would have suffered losses.

The swordsman nodded, then sheathed his sword and turned to leave.

Just when Xie Que was about to ask the other party's name, the swordsman had already disappeared.

Secretly taking note of the opponent's body shape and clothing, Xie Que's mind moved and he hid the mule's body inside, preparing to pick it up later after delivering the ashes.

The conjecture in my mind gradually took shape. It seemed that this so-called gift of son-in-law was really an organized ghost scam.

But why they are all mules is something Xie Que can't figure out.

(End of this chapter)