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Chapter 549 Watchman

The watchman walked onto West Street and stopped tremblingly in front of the shadow where Gao Ming was hiding.

"At the first watch of Xu, the sky is dry and everything is dry, so be careful of candles."

The first watch was around 19:00 to 21:00 in reality. Of course, that was not what Gao Ming was paying attention to right now. The old watchman had already discovered him, and the gong was ringing in his ears, as if he was trying to shake his soul out of his body.

Holding back the discomfort, Gao Ming retreated. After he left the place, he discovered that the place where he had been was covered with dirt. After the gong sounded, dirt continued to fall off his clothes.

"What is this?" Gao Ming rubbed the dirt with his fingers and found that there was rice cereal mixed in it. He realized something and turned to look at the Tutu Temple not far away.

The outer wall of the Tutu Temple on West Street is made of yellow mud mixed with rice paste. The dirt on Gao Ming's body seemed to be related to the Tutu Temple. As the dirt fell off, he felt that his body was much lighter, and the invisible pressure disappeared. It has decreased a bit, as if I had a person lying on my shoulder and now I have put him down.

After the soil crumbs were shaken off from his clothes, Gao Ming found that the father-in-law of the land in the earth temple had lost his smile, and the facial features on his blurry face had changed. The blessing colors around him were soaked with blood, and something seemed to be crawling out from under the thick incense ash. .

"Did the **** in the earth temple attack me? When did he get attacked?" Gao Ming's heart was beating wildly. His blood was as strong as an ox. Ordinary ghosts would not dare to get close to him, but for ghosts and gods, it was the best sacrifice. Especially his heart that burns like a fire.

On the altars on both sides of the statue in the Earth Temple, the extinguished residual wax was ignited, and the firelight distorted the face of the statue.

There seemed to be snakes crawling under the bricks on West Street, and some poisonous insects flashed between the bricks. Gao Ming vaguely felt that the clay sculpture sitting in the temple seemed to be a little closer to him.

"Bang!"

The gong rings again.

"At the first watch of Xu, the sky is dry and everything is dry, so be careful of candles."

An old voice came from the watchman's body. The candlelight in the Earth Temple dimmed a little, and wisps of black smoke came out.

The watchman seemed to be reminding Tutu Temple about something, and seemed to be using his ability. The originally angry Tutu Temple slowly calmed down, the candles went out, and West Street fell into darkness again.

Gao Ming felt like he was touched by something, and the watchman's dark flag swept across his face, seeming to tell him to leave quickly.

"Are there any good people in Zhemeng Town?" Gao Ming originally thought that the town was full of ghosts and monsters, but the watchman seemed to symbolize the only order in the town. He did not hesitate and followed the watchman quickly.

After exiting West Street tremblingly, the watchman turned toward Gao Ming with only a stick of incense stuck in his head, as if he was wondering why Gao Ming didn't leave?

Gao Ming obviously misunderstood the watchman's meaning. The watchman wanted to remind him of the danger outside and quickly found a room to hide in to save his life. However, Gao Ming followed the watchman obediently and kept up with him.

The watchman walked up and down, looking back at Gao Ming every few steps. He obviously had no facial features and only had a stick of incense in his hollowed-out head, but Gao Ming saw doubts and incomprehensibility in him.

Gao Ming didn't know what he looked like in the eyes of the other party. He wanted to follow the old watchman around the town to find out what buildings there were and see if he could meet Bai Huang.

Zhemeng Town doesn't look big from the outside, but once you actually enter, you will find that it is very complicated inside, with twists and turns, and various residential buildings piled together without any planning. Ordinary people will definitely get lost if they wander around for the first time.

Writing down the route map in his mind, Gao Ming silently followed the old watchman from West Street to the alley in the northeast corner.

Walking into the dark alley, Gao Ming suddenly felt very cold, and the lantern on the watchman's waist also dimmed a bit.

The incense in his head was about to burn out, and the watchman's body was shaking even more violently, as if he couldn't even hold the gong steady.

"The watchman's power may come from the incense in his head. When he confronts the Earth God, the incense will burn very quickly." Gao Ming secretly observed the watchman. Normally, one incense is enough to watch the watchman. My husband walked all over town, but he extinguished the remaining wax in the Earth Temple on West Street, causing the incense to burn too quickly. After stepping on the black mud on the ground and reaching the depths of the alley, the watchman pushed open the ordinary wooden door and almost fell to the ground.

His body trembled even more violently, and he raised his hand and pointed at the main hall, as if to let Gao Ming pass first.

This place is so weird. How dare Gao Ming enter the room casually? He doesn't even dare to enter the threshold and is ready to retreat at any time.

"Bang!"

The gong fell to the ground and made a sound. The watchman seemed to have difficulty standing still. He kept pointing towards the main hall with his hand.

Gritting his teeth, Gao Ming crossed the threshold and walked into the main hall.

Yin energy swept through his body, and the cold wind in the hall made him wake up instantly, and he looked at everything in front of him with round eyes.

There is a black wooden altar table in the main hall, with a wooden cage like a mountain pressing on it, and layers of memorial tablets.

"The town's ancestral hall is in the north. The watchman just led me past the ancestral hall. What's going on with the tablet hidden in his house?"

There is a bowl of soil placed in front of the memorial tablet on the offering table, with a handful of unlit incense placed on it.

Carrying the fallen watchman into the house, Gao Ming found that the watchman looked tall but his body was not heavy.

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Holding the altar table with both hands, the old watchman was almost dying. He kowtowed several times, and then with the help of Gao Ming, he stretched his head in front of the "incense burner".

He used the extinguished incense in his head to light an incense stick in the bowl, and then led Gao Ming to pray several times before taking the incense with both hands and inserting it into his head.

The whole process was extremely strange. The old man seemed to have successfully renewed his life. His body stopped shaking, the smoke filled the air, and he slowly calmed down.

Words of thanks to his ancestors came from his chest and abdomen. He knelt on the ground for a long time before getting up. He slowly turned around, and his hollowed head was facing Gao Ming.

"Do you want to be a watchman?" The old voice came from the old man's chest and abdomen, and rang directly in Gao Ming's ears: "There were originally two watchmen in the town. I held the gong, and he took the bang. He kept knocking while walking, but he was killed some time ago, his head was sacrificed to the river **** by Huang Xian, and his body was divided by the townspeople. "

Gao Ming remained silent. He firmly believed that there would be no pie in the sky. Every transformation method in this town would cost a lot.

"The watchman patrols the night for the townspeople, and there are no taboos. If you become a watchman, at least you can settle down here." The old man said seriously and thoughtfully, as if he didn't have any malice.

"Then how was your companion killed?"

"He didn't want to continue doing it. He stopped using the incense and lost his way." The old man didn't seem to want to talk anymore. After replacing the incense, his condition improved a lot. He bent down and took out a wooden box from under the altar table: "Are you angry? Blood is like the bright sun, and you cannot hide it in the dark. The ghosts and gods from all directions will find you sooner or later. Only by being a watchman and receiving the blessing of your ancestors can you survive in the town. "

As he spoke, the old man opened the box and took out a face-digging knife and a bone-planing plane. He spread out a piece of cloth that had been used for a long time. The original color of the cloth could no longer be seen. It was all solidified with blood. plaque.

"Would you like to be a watchman?"

(End of chapter)