C1 Uninvited Guest

Xiangxi, Snow Peak Mountain Range, Forest Crow Stronghold.

Snow had blocked the access road to the mountain, and the only path that led to the Raven stronghold was covered with snow, adding to the desolation of the old tea-horse road that the peddler had walked for centuries. On one side of the ancient path was a craggy and craggy side, and on the other side was a deep and bottomless cliff. The cold wind howled as it blew against the cliff like the roar of a fierce beast. As far as the eye could see, the road in front of them was a vast expanse of darkness, as if it led to the nine hells.

The wind is blowing, the roads are hard, and the snow is slow. On the mountain path, a man and a donkey were walking together. The man was dressed in a white cloth robe, leading a skinny old donkey. The old donkey was pulling a cart covered by a tarpaulin. The old donkey was breathing heavily, his breath was white, and his feet looked like they were stuck in a quagmire.

The man's lips were tightly pressed together, holding onto the reins tightly as he struggled forward against the wind. "We're almost there!" He consoled the old donkey who had accompanied him all the way, "We'll be there soon, after we turn this mountain bend." While he was talking, the scene before his eyes suddenly became clear and bright. He could vaguely see a piece of the col.

In front of the house, there were two dirty wind lamps lit up. The sky was gradually turning dark, and the weak flame of the candles flickered in the wind, reflecting the faint outline of the two large pitch-black wooden doors. A signboard was suspended obliquely above the door, and under the light of the wind lamps, the man was able to read the mottled words on the signboard, "God of Happiness Inn".

"It should be here," the man was relieved and was about to go, but he was stopped by a one-meter-wide stream in front of the house. He looked down and saw that the stream was crystal clear and the water was gurgling. On top of the stream, there was a wooden bridge that was constructed by humans. It was swaying as it led to the inn.

The man was stunned. "The Hundred Moon Shadow can't see the ice, I can't redeem myself even if I die. Could it be that this is …" A hint of fear appeared on his face as he gasped. He shouted into the house, "The heavens will not accept this corpse. The corpse of his parents will not be left alive. It will be kept in the treasure chest today."

After waiting for a while, a clear voice rang out, "The heavens want us to keep them, the golden lockers want us to keep them. If we don't accept the nameless lord, no life can be allowed in here."

The man's expression tensed up, and said loudly: "Mr Faang, this humble one, Zhang Mu, has been entrusted with this task, and the Thousand Li Undead is going to entrust this Evil Corpse to your Zhuyou. If you return today and get up and sit down, then I will not be responsible."

Wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket, he rubbed his hands together and said, "It doesn't matter if you come here fighting Xiangxi or if you come here from the north. Even if you come here from the sea, we won't be able to leave this time. My grandfather is sick, and there are still a few other families in the Zhuyou, you should go and find them."

"Is he sick?" "What a coincidence." Zhang Mu slightly frowned with a face full of unwillingness. He took out a white cloth from his bosom and said, "Show this to your grandfather, and he will know."

The young man gave an "oh", crossed the wooden bridge, took the items from Zhang Mu, and folded the old house. The young man gave an "oh", crossed the wooden bridge, took the items from Zhang Mu's hands, and folded the old house.

After a while, the youth leaned out the door and said, "My grandfather called you in."

Zhang Mu hesitated for a moment before asking, "Can I cross this river?"

"As I said." An old voice came from inside the house.

Zhang Mu nodded in thanks. He turned around and removed the donkeys' cover and opened the black felt on the cart. The object was actually a coffin! Zhang Mu took a deep breath, lifted the coffin up with both hands, and shakily walked onto the wooden bridge.

Only after entering the living room did Zhang Mu put the coffin down. The coffin was covered by a dense layer of copper nails that formed a strange pattern.

The lights in the room were dim. A dark medicine pot was hanging on the brick bed in the middle of the room. The smell of the medicine filled the entire room. An old man with a sallow face sat on a wooden stool, fiddling with the fire sticks in the fireplace from time to time. He didn't even lift his eyelids when he saw the newcomer, but said coldly, "You can't be born with Zhuyou, and you won't die in the gates of hell.

Zhang Mou smiled and said, "I have. It's just that this trip was personally instructed by Master. He said that the debts that you owed eighteen years ago, it is time to pay them back. "

The elder stood up shakily and slowly walked towards the coffin. The youth carefully supported him, afraid that he would fall down. The elder gently caressed the coffin with a sorrowful look in his eyes as he sighed, "It has been eighteen years, yet you still came looking for me." "Speak, what do you want me to do?"

Zhang Mou rolled his eyes and said, "My master came to look for you." He said that on this trip, other than the Fang family's patriarch Fang Geyin, no one else is allowed to leave. "

Fang Geyin lowered his head and sized up the coffin that the man brought and said: It's her?

The man nodded heavily.

Fang Geyin sighed, and said: "Yang people do not owe ghosts, I will take over this job."

As if relieving the heavy burden in his heart, Zhang Mu bowed to the old man like an ancient man, and said: "Then, my Dragon and Tiger Mountain Sect thanks you." With that, he turned his gaze to the youth at the side and asked, "How should I address this young man?"

"He is my grandson, called Faang Wei."

The man's eyes lit up, "A mountain crushing Wei Wei, a good name."

Seeing that Fang Geyin was indifferent, the man did not linger any longer and turned to leave. Out of politeness, Faang Wei went out to send him off, but when the man reached the side of the stream, he suddenly stopped and said to Faang Wei: "The River of Life and Death, cultivation of White Bone Bridge, young lad, looks like your life isn't as good as expected. It was hard for your grandfather to spend so much effort to raise you to the age of eighteen, but in the future … "Hee hee …"

Faang Wei was startled, but just as he was about to ask, the man already stepped on the bridge and left.

When Faang Wei returned to his room, he saw his grandfather smoking a cigarette, looking at a piece of jade like item on the brick bed. When he saw that Faang Wei had returned, he immediately put the item away.

Faang Wei reprimanded: "Grandfather, didn't you promise me five years ago that you would not keep chasing corpses? "Why did you accept this deal? If your health is not good, you have no way to leave this time!"

"This time, it's not about taking a stroll. It's about repaying the debt." Fang Geyin looked at the coffin, his eyes filled with grief and grief, "Even if I have to give up my life, I still want to go."

"I want to see what exactly is inside. Don't tell me it's a thousand year old corpse!" Faang Wei angrily stepped forward, his hand reaching towards the coffin.

"Don't move!" Fang Geyin shouted and quickly retracted his hand in fright.