I Am A Snake, Teaching A Bunch Of Ghosts Is Very Reasonable

the fourth day of descent, early in the morning.

the cold wind is like a knife, straight into the cracks of human bones. Everything is bleak, and the sky is gray.

On the top of a big mountain, Zhu Jiuyin, who is hunting in white, overlooks the mighty river with the rumbling sound of thousands of waves outside.

“The White Horse River in Xiao Budian’s memory~”

It took Xiao Budian

nearly two months to flee to this river day and night from Buzhou Mountain.

for the third month, he has been hiding in a cave to heal his wounds, the wounds of fire poison.

the end of the month, the qi is drawn into the body, causing the fire poison to recoil, just like the beast’s counterattack before death.

Xiao Budian jumped into the White Horse River with the pain of burning his body with fire and poison.

drifted from the middle of the river to the downstream, and was rescued by the girl who called Lanxiang.

spent the fourth and last month in Xizhuang Village, Lingshi County.

Suddenly, the system panel opened on its own, and Zhu Jiuyin’s eyes appeared.

< p idx="11"> [this time of free time: 40 hours consumed: 38 hours

countdown: 03:59:44]

[remaining free time: twenty days (240 hours)]

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ding, less than one hour of free time detected this time, Dominance again? < p idx="16"> Zhu Jiuyin said indifferently: “Dominate another 100 hours.” ”

[twice dominated free time: 140

hours consumed: 38 hours

countdown: 403:59:21]

….

after a blaze of incense kung fu.

In the cave under a certain cliff, Zhu Jiuyin looked around.

there were many beast bones scattered on the rough and cold ground, and a little hay was piled up in one corner.

the red vertical pupils under the white ribbon of Zhu Jiuyin, as if he saw his eyes closed, his teeth biting his lips, and he endured the pain of fire and poison burning his organs.

stood in the cave for a long time before Zhu Jiuyin turned and left.

after half a blaze of incense kung fu.

In a mountain stream a hundred zhang away from the cave, Zhu Jiuyin found the place of rest of the soul that Xiao Budian had chosen for Liu Cui’er.

Under the thin ice, the clear stream babbles straight to the distant Hakuba River.

surrounded by handsome peaks and rocks.

In front of the slightly raised grave bag, an irregular long thin stone slab pierces deep into the earth like a sword.

stone slab inscribed ‘Tomb of My Sister Liu Cuier’.

‘Foolish Brother Chen Mengfei Standing’ at the bottom right.

Zhu Jiuyin couldn’t help but think of that dusk.

girl in an emerald green skirt, with red eyes, said a lot to herself under the old locust tree at the entrance of the town.

Those words, every word, Zhu Jiuyin still remembers in his heart.

“Miss Willow, I’m sorry.”

“I promised you to keep the little ones well.”

……

sixth day of descent.

the sun is like blood, and the north wind is roaring.

Yan family coffin shop in Longwu Town, Yan Shouzhong, dressed in cotton pants, picked up fire tongs and poked the charcoal basin.

“This ghost weather is cold and dead, it is almost a year, and the sky is closed, and the lord has not yet snowed.”

On the small red clay stove, the purple clay teapot spout gas column punches the beam. Yan Shouzhong’s wife poured two cups of hot tea with a towel.

“It is said that Ruixue Mega Harvest Year, already dry land, months without water and moisture, next year’s crops can be planted, what to pay for such a high grain tax.”

Yan Shou Zhong stared at the red charcoal fire, worried.

woman handed the blue and white porcelain tea cup to the man, and gently encouraged her: “We still have a coffin shop, and many old people in the town can’t survive this harsh winter.” ”

holding a hand-warming teapot, Yan Shouzhong sighed lightly, “The elders are withering one after another, like leaves falling in the wind. ”

“Every side, every eye, may be the last side, the last look.”

Suddenly, the thick curtain of the coffin was lifted.

cold wind instantly poured in wildly, killing the insignificant heat in the shop.

What caught the eyes of Yan Shouzhong and his wife was a barefoot boy dressed in white, with a long sword hanging from his waist and a white cat lying on his shoulder.

“Do you have a jade coffin or sarcophagus here?”

Yan Shouzhong felt that the young man’s voice was like a cold current outside, completely cold.

gaze is withdrawn from the boy’s jade-like bare feet, which are not stained with the slightest dust.

Yan Shouzhong hurriedly replied: “There is no jade coffin and sarcophagus, the best and most expensive is the golden silk nan wood coffin.” ”

“dare to ask… Little brother, who died in the family? ”

“Our Wei state funeral customs, we need to engrave the name of the deceased on the inner wall of the coffin lid in advance, including the eight characters of birthday.”

“When the black and white impermanence of the Yin Cao Di Mansion comes to draw the soul, the soul of the deceased can still remember who he is before he leaves the world.”

teenager was silent for a short moment.

shook his head and whispered: “I will not let black and white impermanence take away the soul of my apprentice~”

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after a cup of tea.

looking at the young man who was carrying more than a thousand pounds of gold silk nan wooden coffin on his shoulder and slowly leaving the shop, Yan Shouzhong and his wife’s four eyes almost fell to the ground.

it was as if it was not a coffin, but a leaf.

“Seventy years later, this town shop can be considered a sale of goldenrod coffins.”

a large piece of old dragon jade that previously belonged to a teenager in Mozi’s hands, and from now on belonged to him, strictly guarding Zhongle’s closed mouth.

“Seventy years!” Xianggong, there won’t be any problems with the coffin, right? ”

“The eyes under the boy’s ribbon always give me a shuddering feeling.”

“Won’t… Nothing will happen, right?! ”

woman said in shock.

“Don’t worry, that coffin is the most proud work of my grandfather’s life, the golden silk nan wood of the Eight Classics.”

“Mo said that seventy years, even if it is seven hundred years, it will not rot in the slightest.”

strictly abide by the oath of faith.

……

seventh day of descent.

On the ancient road, a jujube-red horse pulls a wooden cart and moves smoothly.

the car crushes the cold wind, and the golden silk wood coffin is speckled with snow.

“Master, it’s snowing~” IDX=”79″> Zhu Jiuyin, who was sitting in the front of the car, slowly opened his eyes.

looked up slightly at the bits and pieces of snow.

snowflakes fall in the eye sockets and are quickly burned by the red pupils of golden candles.

cold snow water, gushing out of the eye sockets, sliding down Zhu Jiuyin’s pale face.

as people cry ~

“84”>….

before you know it, night falls.

the night is not dark because the snow is getting heavier.

ancient road, the carriage suddenly stopped.

Zhu Jiuyin stepped on the ground full of fine salt barefoot, walked into the forest, and took out a hat from the snow.

a tiger hat.

“I never blame the pig’s intestine, because it is as timid as a rat, and only dares to steal the chickens and ducks raised by the people, and I have seen humans run faster than the wind.”

Zhu Jiuyin gently patted the snow on the tiger’s head hat and put it on the head of the little whirlwind.

“I know that after Xiao Budian jumped into the Hakuba River, the pig’s large intestine lost its smell.”

“I also know that when the pig’s intestine is found again, he has already become a corpse.”

“I never wanted to be angry with the pig’s intestine, so let it stay in front of the small grave and wait for us to come.”

“I don’t even blame it for running away, because in the eyes of your rat race, I am a cruel and fierce bloodthirsty snake.”

“It can obviously leave the tiger head hat in front of the small grave.”

Zhu Jiuyin slowly stretched out a palm and immediately clenched it heavily.

a small whirlwind squatting on the shoulder, a rat’s heart suddenly jumped.

‘Did the master kill the pig’s intestine with a death spell?!’ ‘

carriage hit the road again.

With the tiger head hat to keep out the cold, the little whirlwind instantly feels much warmer.

couldn’t help but be curious and asked: “Master, this tiger head hat is what you gave … Don’t you buy it? ”

“No.”

Zhu Jiuyin shook his head, “It was his mother who sewed it with his own hands and gave it to Xiao Budian for his tenth birthday.” ”

“is also the last gift~”

….

suddenly like a spring breeze overnight, thousands of trees and pear blossoms.

eighth day of descent.

Zhu Jiuyin finally saw the vague outline of the small village.

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Ps: I haven’t eaten the meal after work, fill your stomach first.

what I wanted to say and chapter two around half-past eleven.

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