Liaozhai: I just want salted fish with invincible magical powers

Chapter 120
Although it was killing his wife, when Huang Tingsong died, the Huang family still buried him and his wife together.

In the middle of the night, the capital was quiet, occasionally a dog barking and an old man coughing could be heard from the deep alley.

In the cold wind, Hu Qian jumped over the city wall, and when he landed on the ground, he didn't make a sound.

He carefully identified the direction, and headed towards the tombs of Huang Tingsong and his wife.

Although it was dark, fortunately there was still a waning moon in the sky, and the road could still be distinguished in the blur.

It's just that the big trees and grass branches on the side of the road are indistinct, as if standing there alone, watching him quietly.

He walked forward lightly for a moment, and then came to Yilipo, which he had inquired about before.

This is the thin burial area on the outskirts of the capital - those who have no one to collect their bodies, or those who have committed crimes will be buried here.

It is impossible to have a thick coffin and a large outer coffin. They are usually swept with grass and buried under the slope.

Those who messed up a little bit were thrown directly into the ditch, waiting to be fed to the wild wolves.

Huang Tingsong had a son and a daughter under his knees, and originally planned to collect their bodies and bring them back to their ancestral home for burial.

But after the accident, the children disappeared.

It was Huang Tingsong's colleagues and subordinates who pooled up the money to bury the two of them here, and set up a stone plaque hastily, which is considered their best.

Coming down the slope, Hu Qian suddenly saw many mutilated corpses glowing faintly in green under the hazy moonlight.

He originally thought it was something like phosphorous fire, but who knew that when the cold wind blew, the phosphorous fire on those corpses suddenly moved, swimming around like fish.

He watched it interestingly, and when he was about to pass by, he suddenly saw a white thing shaking slightly among the corpses.

At first he thought it was his eyes dazzled, but when he looked closely, the thing was indeed shaking.

Go up for a while, go down for a while, like an old farmer hoeing the ground.

He prides himself on his body-protecting divine light, and has never been afraid of such things.

But there is a difference between not being afraid of being attacked and not being afraid in your heart.

In this dark wilderness, who can say that they are not afraid of seeing such a thing suddenly.

He held the Longyuan sword in his hand, and was about to step forward, when the corpses with missing heads and arms all stood up, like a dense forest.

Coupled with the erratic phosphorous fire floating on the corpse, it was like a group of fireflies breaking into the forest.

A dead body with its severed head still attached to its shoulder said in a voice, "The wild dog is here, what should we do?"

All the corpses responded one after another and said, "What should I do!"

After a while, it seemed to fall down again, and they all fell down, and there was no sound for a while.

Hu Qian was wondering what these things were talking about, and something came.

It has the head of a beast and the body of a human, lying on its stomach to bite human heads, sucking human brains one by one.

One of them, with its head on its shoulders, was frightened, and hid its head under the body with its broken hands.

The monster came up and fiddled with his shoulders, trying to find his head.

He lay down on his stomach so hard that it couldn't get it.

The thing then pushed the covered corpse and removed it, and the head emerged.

Terrified, he groped underneath, found a dead man's skull, and held it in his hand.

The monster bent down to bite, and suddenly he stood up screaming and hit it on the head.

The monster howled, covered its mouth and ran away enduring the pain, just in time to bump into Hu Qian.

Hu Qian swept away with a sword light, and the monster fell to the ground and remained motionless.

He looked down, and saw that monster turned into a pool of stinky blood in a moment, and there was something like a dog's tooth in it.

When he was looking at it, the rotten corpse lying on the slope seemed to be startled by Jian Guang, and fell to the ground with a huff.

The phosphorous fire that surrounded them before disappeared instantly.

Hu Qian didn't pay attention to it, and just searched around the hillside, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find the tomb of Huang Tingsong and his wife.

Just when he had no choice but to have an idea, he said to the rotten bone, "Where is Huang Tingsong's tomb, please point it out to me!"

The voice fell, and there was silence everywhere, and nothing happened.

Hu Qian pointed Longyuan Sword in his hand, and shouted: "Quickly point it out!"

The sword trembled slightly, and there was a halo of light. Wherever it went, the bones on the ground creaked suddenly, as if they were being scraped by the blade.

After a while, the phosphorus fire that escaped before suddenly emerged from the ground, stretching in a straight line on the ground.

Hu Qian laughed and followed the line to find it.

Every time he took a step forward, the phosphorous fire in front quickly fled away.

Until the end of the phosphorous fire, I found a tombstone without words.

He had looked for this place before, but because there was no written word, he didn't know it was Huang Tingsong's tomb.

Without hesitation, he first bowed to the tomb and bowed three times, and then the Longyuan sword suddenly swept out.

The grave above the ground was immediately cut off in its entirety.

With two more swings of the sword, the grave bag turned into grains of soil and fell in all directions.

Under the tomb, Zhu Hong's coffin was extremely decayed, and there was a faint stench.

He was about to start to push the coffin away when he suddenly felt someone pat on the back.

He was so frightened that he swung his sword subconsciously to sweep.

It turned out to be mud falling from the sky.

Gathering his mind, he slowly opened the coffin lid.

A strange smell of rancidity mixed with soil rushed into his nostrils immediately, making him frown.

However, when he saw what was in the coffin, he was immediately speechless in shock.

Judging from the length and clothes, the shorter one next to it should be the corpse of Huang Tingsong's wife.

It looks relatively normal, there is nothing to pay attention to.

But Huang Tingsong's body is not like this...

Hu Qian didn't know how to describe it for a while...

It is not so much a corpse as it is the shell of some kind of animal.

It made Hu Qian think of snakes, cicadas, praying mantises, locusts and other animals that can shed their shells.

Huang Tingsong's body did not rot, but seemed to have dried up.

The whole body was lying in a coffin, without a head, and a big hole was broken in the back...

It seems that something has drilled out of it...

He carefully looked at the side of the coffin...

Sure enough, there was a round hole there, and the surrounding area seemed to be scratched by claws, or torn apart by teeth.

He reached into the hole and touched...

Can't figure it out...

He lowered his head again, put it into the coffin, and looked at it...

The cave was pitch black, and it didn't know where it led, but there was a faint air passing through it.

He thought for a moment.

Huang Tingsong was beheaded, but after his death, something came out of his body, made a hole in the ground, and went to nowhere.

So what is this thing...

It was Huang Tingsong himself...

Or something else?
Just as he was thinking, there was a sound of thin footsteps behind him.

Not a moment later, another voice said: "Be careful...don't step on me..."

(End of this chapter)