He had already escaped for seven or eight miles. According to Tang Qian's words, although the old man was not doing human affairs, he had been busy for half a night. It was normal to be chased and killed. He was also squatting at the site. He had to make a lot of calculations about the tomb robbers. Sometimes the weather was not bad at all. The old man thought that he was awed by Tang Qian for so long, so he was naturally furious, which was supposed to make the old man lose his temper.

The more the old man thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. It seemed that the person who had just attacked him was very powerful. He couldn't help but worry about what kind of trap this was, so he chased him slowly. This also made Tang Qian, who was carrying the bag and Zhou Sheng, breathed a sigh of relief. He really couldn't run anymore.

What Tang Qian got was a rice jar. It was not because the word rice was written on the jar, but probably the rice jars were all the same. Tang Qian naturally knew that the other two people were looking at this thing, so he threw it to Zhou Sheng casually. Zhou Sheng had seen Tang Qian take action several times and knew that Tang Qian would not take some useless things, so he didn't open it, just shook it.

Tang Qian couldn't help but nodded, this is premature wisdom.

"It's not blood rice inside, it's two bugs. I guess, it's probably two. It should be strange things raised by the dead monk. If this kind of thing is not handled properly, it's easy to have problems." Tang Qian said: "I have a friend who specializes in playing with these things, so I'll give it to him at that time. I'll take it over and think about not being released by that old man."

As he said that, Tang Qian took it back from Zhou Sheng and stuffed it into his bag. Although he didn't seem to be very careful, Tang Qian's attitude made Xia Yubing very strange: "The monk you are talking about is the gods we are talking about should not be very powerful, fearless and happy life, or something, shouldn't be as timid as you, worrying about everything?"

Tang Qian did not answer. He thought for a while and said, "We are leaving faster."

What they are going to is Zhoujia Village.

Zhoujia Village is a village with many surnames Zhou. Like most villages in the world, it has a dilapidated but can still see the words. The wind blows the shaking wooden signs, and the wooden signs rattle.

It is also interesting. The few words written in Zhoujiacun are very good this time, and it is not an exaggeration to call it calligraphy.

Tang Qian didn't expect that there were many people who came earlier than him.

Many monks.

There are Taoist robes and buns in hair, and there are also goosemen with swords on their waists

There are even some monks wearing long gowns and bald heads.

These people will definitely not be from Zhoujia Village. There is even a Taoist who shouted a lesson to two young men and women who were probably his apprentices: "You are the ones who walk in Qingling? Not to mention the dangers inside, you two will be unable to move in Qingling. What is there in Qingling? It is a ban. We come to Zhoujia Village to make treasures, not to compensate ourselves in this kind of landscape with the ban!"

This Taoist is not young. He is hunched and shorter than his male disciple. His face is rosy and imposing. When he taught the two disciples a lesson, he was shockingly loud, and he felt that half of the village could hear clearly. [#…ABC Novel Network @￥ Novels are better, faster]

The male disciple of his arms were longer than ordinary people. One touched the back of his head, and his face showed a embarrassed expression, while the other hanging hand had exceeded his knees. His appearance was beautiful and his smile was very gentle.

The Taoist female disciple is average in appearance, and even has the illusion that he cannot be remembered.

These were all what Xia Yubing looked at the people around him curiously and then saw, but Tang Qian looked at him without looking at him, and walked straight towards the village.

"Is this Zhoujia Village?" Tang Qian's expression was very strange.

"This is Zhoujia Village. I have been here once, and I have been here again when I investigated the case." Xia Yubing was still looking around, looking at the monks dressed in strange ways: "But the last time I came, there were no such people, so the place could not be wrong."

"Did you say that the villagers under your Luocheng have registered the villagers and recorded them?" Tang Qian turned around and asked.

"It happened a few years ago. The reason I saw Zhou Da is that he died strangely. I read the documents, so I had some impression." Xia Yubing found that there seemed to be a very ugly man smiling at him. She was so scared that she quickly looked at Tang Qian and replied, and she didn't dare to look at him.

"Sister Xia, that ugly man has been watching you." Zhou Sheng said, and Xia Yubing was so scared that she quickly grabbed the knife on her waist.

There are about seven or eight households in the ten families in Zhoujia Village. The surname of Zhou Sheng, Tang Qian and Xia Yubing, knew it when they mentioned it. Because she had read Zhou Da’s list, it was mentioned that Zhou Da’s son Zhou Sheng disappeared when he was very young, and Zhou Da’s wife was also missing. Then, this man named Zhou Da has not remarried for so many years. He has been single for many years. He died strangely three years ago. The cause of death cannot be found. It is said that he drowned one day after heavy rain.

He died of water, but Zhou Da died of death and there was not even a puddle that made people choke to death. It was the courtyard of his home.

But a person dies, and even if he is strange, he can only record it.

Tang Qian pulled a villager and asked a few questions, and then he knew where the pavilion chief’s home was.

The pavilion chief is the headmaster of the village. The list mentioned by Xia Yubing was in the hands of the pavilion chief, but he did not rush to find the pavilion chief, but instead took Xia Yubing and Zhou Sheng to a dilapidated temple next to Zhoujia Village.

"This is a broken temple." Xia Yubing said.

"I know." Tang Qian said.

"What does this have to do with your search for Zhou Sheng's father?"

"It doesn't matter much." Tang Qian added: "But the monk is here."

That friend of Tang Qian, a monk of life.

Even Tang Qian felt a little incredible: "Before I went to Luocheng, I met a monk who drank blood rice porridge here, and then he should be in this temple now." Tang Qian scratched his head: "I came and left in a hurry, but I didn't see Zhoujia Village at the door."

As soon as the door of the broken temple was opened, a huge stream of smoke and dust rushed out from it. After being disrepaired, no one came here.

When I entered the door, I saw a huge coffin.

The coffin made of red painted wood looks very beautiful and sturdy.

What's even more strange is that Tang Qian smiled when he saw the coffin and went up and knocked on the coffin board hard.

The interval between the three strokes is almost the same.

"I originally thought that if I was a constable, I could see all the most terrifying things in my life. Since I met Tang Qian, I realized what horror is." Later, Xia Yubing often told others.

There were also sounds in the coffin, and it was also the sound of knocking on the coffin board, with three dong dongs, the same length.

Naturally, there was a person lying in the coffin, and this was probably a living person. When Xia Yubing thought of this, it was probably the secular monk named Park Yisheng. Because of the name of the monk Yisheng, Xia Yubing had a bad sense of Tang Qian's friend.

Unexpectedly, Tang Qian pulled out the broken sword and stabbed it at the coffin without thinking.

As fast as lightning!
Chapter completed!