I have a volume of human scriptures

Chapter 121

Northern Bactria.

Shrouded in the vast wind and snow beside the official road.

Several tents were erected, horses were tied to tree stumps, and campfires crackled and crackled in the snow.

A group of people sat around the bonfire and looked at a young man, holding a wooden stick in each hand. On the sticks were two rabbits with their furs peeled off and their stomachs cut open.

The strong smell of meat lingered in the wind, making all the elders move their index fingers.

Yang Qingfeng looked at Yu Chen who was proficient in grilling meat, and laughed at himself: "Magistrate Lao also asked Mr. Zhao and I to take care of you little guy. I didn't expect you to take care of us before we even arrived in Zhoucheng."

This group of people is naturally Zhao Rusong and his party who embarked on a trip to Jiangzhou's capital.

Jiangzhou, located in the northern part of Daxia, is vast and has dozens of counties under its jurisdiction. Among them, Weishui County is the most northerly batch.

To return from Weishui County to the state capital, it would take more than half a month to arrive at the speed of a group of people.

It was five days since Yu Chen and the others left Weishui County, and they had already left the boundary of Weishui.

At the same time, the countless branches of the cycle of reincarnation have also been cut off.

These days, a line of carriages and horses, non-stop.

It's okay to be in the Weishui area, and you can rest at the post station and eat hot meals.

But this is beyond the boundary of the Weishui River, the number of post stations has decreased, and sometimes they can only camp and rest on the spot at night.

A group of people can only eat the dry dry food, which tastes like chewing wax.

——These guards are good at fighting, but they are completely laymen when it comes to cooking.

Yu Chen couldn't stand it anymore, so he asked Yang Qingfeng to hunt some game and roast it.

Although there is no seasoning, at least it is much better than the dry dry food.

Regarding Yang Qingfeng's flattery, Yu Chen smiled shyly: "Deacon Yang is joking, it's just that I've lived alone since I was a child, so I need to learn some cooking skills, or I'll starve to death.

Your willingness to take me to the state capital has already done me a great favor, so what is such a trivial matter? "

After finishing speaking, Yu Chen handed the roasted rabbits to Zhao Rusong and Yang Qingfeng, took two fresh rabbits, skewered them on wooden sticks and roasted them.

Those guards were so greedy that they salivated.

Yu Chen smiled: "It will take a while, please take it easy."

More than a dozen guards nodded immediately, and the head guard smiled and said, "No hurry! Take your time, little master! We are not in a hurry!"

Yu Chen nodded, but didn't speak.

Xin said, this is not for you.

While turning the barbecue, he looked behind the guards.

A ghost with legs dangling in the air, eyes dull, festered all over, and disheveled hair stood quietly in the wind and snow.

——It’s also a good thing that the living can’t see ghosts, or if the dozen or so guards watched this scene, wouldn’t they be scared to pee their pants?
It was more than an hour.

One by one, the roasted rabbits were so oily that they were distributed to more than a dozen guards one by one. Yu Chen also roasted one for himself, and gnawed deliciously with those guards.

Crisp but not firewood, oily but not greasy, delicious in the world!
All the guards could not stop admiring.

Two quarters of an hour later, Yang Qingfeng hunted more than a dozen wild rabbits, which were eaten up by the whole group.

Ready to rest.

Yu Chen came to the head of the guard and said that they were the ones who kept watch a few days ago, and now he will let himself watch.

The chief guard refused for a long time, but Yu Chen couldn't hold back, and agreed, and said that whenever Yu Chen was sleepy, he would come to him to change shifts.

Yu Chen assured everyone, looked at the people who entered the tent, and sat down by the campfire.

Seeing this scene, no matter whether it was Zhao Rusong, Yang Qingfeng, or the guards, they felt a little more fond of this miserable grave watcher.

"What a wonderful baby... It's a pity that life is bad..."

Such exclamations were scattered in the wind and snow.

At night, the sound of snoring rang out in the tent one after another.

Only then did Yu Chen take out the saving scriptures, and looked at the rotten ghost.

——This guy followed them in a cemetery on the road, and has followed them for two miles.

But there were too many people before, so it was not easy for Yu Chen to talk to him.

Only when everyone is asleep can he listen to his last wish.

—and that's why he called for the vigil.

It's a pity that everyone didn't know, they only thought that Yu Chen was too sensible.

As soon as the scroll of saving people was opened, the ghost immediately got into it as if attracted by something.

On the banks of the Huangquan River, the disheveled ghost could not stop whispering.

"The river demon... The river demon is making trouble... The child... The child is dead..."

Immediately afterwards, the revolving lantern of his life also started running in front of Yu Chen.

Qinghe Village.

The ghost lived in a village named Qinghe Village before his death. He was a farmer in his forties. He had never done anything bad in his life and was honest and responsible.

But this fate, I can't tell.

Some people do evil and have terrible luck, and some people live a poor life but their fate is ill-fated.

This farmer is just like that—eight years ago, his wife rolled her eyes when she gave birth to a baby, and died. The farmer could only raise the baby by himself.

And his doll is a cute little girl, nicknamed Huanhuan, who is very popular in the village. Sometimes the peasants go out to work, and the villagers take care of her instead.

Although poor, but the days are passable.

But all of this was broken a day ago.

——If you want to say that this Qinghe Village is named after a big river next to the village, there is an extremely huge herring in the river.

Over the past few decades, the villagers have caught it many times, but every time, this guy's eyes flickered, as if begging for mercy.

The villagers couldn't bear it, so they put it back into the river again and again.

It is said that this herring has a spirit, so it is better to keep it, and wait until it reaches the Tao and becomes a fairy, maybe it will still remember Qinghe Village.

Over the past few decades, the big herring has grown bigger and bigger, and even began to glow all over its body, filling the air.

Until not long ago, Huanhuan and a few children in the village were playing on the frozen river, while a farmer and a few men were fishing not far away.

But suddenly, an extremely huge black figure broke through the ice, swallowed several children in front of the farmer and several fishermen!
Take a look!
Damn!

Isn't it the big herring that has been let off many times by the villagers!
At this moment, the farmer and the fishermen were so dumbfounded!
Hurry back to the village to call someone!
A large group of people surrounded the river, hooked a net with a harpoon, and cursed!

——In the past decades, everyone has spared your life countless times, and occasionally fed you chicken, duck and fish meat, and you have raised a white-eyed wolf!
Maybe it was woken up by scolding the big herring, it broke through the ice and emerged.

The angry villagers immediately speared it with a harpoon and caught it with a hook net!

But at this moment, the strength of the big herring is no longer something human can compete with.

With just a flick of the tail, the fishing net and hook claws were torn apart, and a puddle of black water was spit out, flooding the villagers!
Several of them were unfortunately recruited.

Among them is the extremely angry farmer!
As soon as the black water drenched them, they immediately became paralyzed, their skin rotted, and they died in pain!
And the big herring caused a storm again, swept several villagers into the river, and swallowed them!
At this moment, the people in the village suddenly realized!

Where is this spiritual creature?
It's a fucking monster!

As for the farmer, his daughter was eaten in front of his face, and then drenched in black water, he died in pain!

The anger and resentment in his heart can be imagined!

Don't rest your eyes!

Turned into a strong obsession, wandering around the graveyard!

If there were no accidents, his ghost would vanish into thin air within an hour and three quarters, and be annihilated between the heaven and the earth.

But Yu Chen, Zhao Rusong and others happened to pass by.

Feeling the aura of Durenjing, the ghost of the farmer followed instinctively.

(End of this chapter)