The madam was mysterious and told Zhan Zhao and others about a strange thing that happened recently.

Not long ago, a child came to Wanhualou. I had never seen him before. His hair was gray and he was about fifty or sixty years old. It is not uncommon for such elderly guests, and the kiln sisters were still careful to serve him.

This guest only said the surname list, not a local person, just passing by.

According to the memories of the old man who served him, the old man was strange and called the sister of the kiln into the house, but he fell asleep and asked the sister of the kiln to sleep on the floor. He had a lot of money and was generous in his actions.

In this way, he lived in Wanhualou for three days.

Everyone was puzzled, what kind of hobby is this?

The old man's sister kiln shook her head, "I've been working on the floor for three days in a row, and my shoulders are all slept."

"This person is so strange? How good is it to sleep in the inn?" Zhao Pu felt strange.

"Isn't that true! There are even more evil things!" Sister Yao shook her head, "I woke up early on the third morning, and he actually died in the bed!"

"What?" Gongsun was surprised, "How did he die?"

"I don't know, I opened my eyes wide and my body was hard, so scared me. I quickly asked my mother to help me!"

Everyone looked at the madam and asked, "How did you solve it later? Have you reported the official to have an autopsy?"

The madam said awkwardly, "Where is my place here? How dare I report to an official? First, someone died in my store, I can't explain it clearly. Second, if other customers know that someone died in my store, will I still be able to do business in the future?"

Everyone can understand that usually the brothel deals with such corpses are buried directly.

"How did you deal with the body later?" Zhan Zhao asked.

"I'll let a few guys throw the body to the mass grave during the big night." The madam said, with a bitter look on her face. "I also asked someone to seal the house that had been dead, but who knows..."

"how?"

"The next night, I heard a noise in the house where people had died." The madam said, trembling, "I also heard someone snoring at night."

Everyone looked at each other - so evil?

"The most evil thing is that early the next morning, we pushed open the door and went in, and we found that the old man who died the day before was actually lying on the bed, just like the one he had died the day before!"

"...Isn't it so evil?" Ouyang Shaozheng heard it all the time, "Can the dead crawl back by themselves?"

"Oh, I was scared at that time..." The madam patted her chest, "I almost died."

"What then?" Zhao Pu was very interested.

The madam shook her head, "Everyone is dead, and you can't put it there like this. I found two more bold guys and threw the body into the mass grave. This time just in case, I dug a hole to bury him. But who knew that early the next morning, he..."

"He won't be back, right?" Gongsun found it very interesting. He could still crawl back these days, and it seemed that this dead man was quite persistent and admitted that he had died of this room.

Zhao Pu and others also found it funny.

"Several sirs, are you still laughing? We are almost worried!"

Bai Yutang was curious, "Why didn't you burn the body directly?"

"Who dares?" the madam grinned, "He just comes to lie down every day now. What if we burn him, he comes back to eat people or set fire to my Wanhua Building?"

Everyone looked at each other and asked together, "You mean, the body is still in the room?"

"I don't know this." The madam was cautious, "We didn't dare to go and see it anymore, and the door of the room was also sealed. Sometimes there was a sound in the room, and sometimes there was no sound... In short, we never went in again."

"I'll go and see!" Gongsun was excited and was about to rush upstairs, but Zhao Pu grabbed the collar of his clothes.

Gongsun looked back at him with some dissatisfaction.

Zhao Pu looked at Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang, "It looks like a martial art."

Bai Yutang nodded slightly, and did not express much comments in detail. He asked Zhan Zhao, "It sounds like a fake death."

Zhan Zhao frowned and seemed to be hesitant. (This chapter was uploaded by netizens on the Internet)

Bai Yutang seemed to understand something, so he gently reached out and pulled him to the side and asked in a low voice, "What did you think of?"

Zhan Zhao looked at Bai Yutang's two fingers that pinched his sleeve... and he held them very easily.

Zhao Pu narrowed his eyes slightly - Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao have only known each other for a few days. The old friend Guigui looks like he hasn't had a relationship before, so he can only say that the two of them are too close.

"There are almost a few kung fu in the fake death, such as turtle breath, holding your breath... But after hearing the madam's description just now, it seems like another kind of internal skills. It can only be seen by famous and upright sects, but only people in cults can do it!"

"What kind of kung fu?" Bai Yutang was curious.

"This kung fu is very evil, and there has never been a definite name. However, a senior told me that the common name is 'Die and come to life'." Zhan Zhao touched his chin, "As the name suggests, he just dies first, and he can't die again, and then comes back alive!"

Bai Yutang frowned, "So evil...who senior told you?"

Zhan Zhao looked up at the sky, "I forgot..."

Bai Yutang couldn't laugh or cry, "That's right, how are you senior."

Zhan Zhao turned around and glanced at him, "You are not a lot of seniors."

Bai Yutang smiled faintly, "I have many seniors here, but not like your seniors, they treat you as treasures, and those here treat me as enemies."

Zhan Zhao was stunned and raised his face and asked in a low voice, "I heard before that the Tianshan School is very chaotic, so it turns out that it is really that chaotic?"

Bai Yutang shrugged, "It's more chaotic than you think."

"Why is this?" Zhan Zhao hugged his arm, "The Heavenly Lord is so powerful, can't he control his subordinates?"

"The problem is not with my master." Bai Yutang said seriously, "If you want to blame, blame those famous and upright schools and those who are too naughty and are not as easy to get along with as evil and crooked ways."

"That's right" Zhan Zhao nodded.

The two of them whispered, and Zhao Pu was impatiently waiting. The two of them hadn't finished biting their ears yet?

I was just irritated and felt someone pulling his clothes. When I looked down, I saw Xiao Sizi tilting his little face like a bun, stretching out his hands, "Ninety-nine, hug!"

Zhao Pu didn't even think about it and hurriedly picked it up. This little ancestor was probably tired from standing.

Ouyang's mouth twitched, and Zhao Pu did not have the consciousness of being a marshal of military affairs, but he was in love with this little four son, so it would be better to accept a godson or something.

After a while, Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang finally came back to their senses amid the impatient coughing of the crowd, so they had to walk back awkwardly.

"How are you discussing?" Zhao Pu asked, "Run in directly?"

"Go into the house first." Zhan Zhao looked at the sky, "I guess the person is not here now!"

"How do you know?" Zhao Pu wondered.

"If it's really the skill of pretending to be a god and a ghost, it will only be useful when it's dawn." Zhan Zhao said, taking everyone upstairs.

This room is not difficult to find. The first room is right west, and there is a seal on the door. The seal is complete, so it can be seen that no one has come out of the main door. As for the window, the madam said that she locked it before she left.

When I opened the seal and pushed the door open, there was indeed no one in the room, and even the bed was clean. To everyone expected, there was no smell of corpse or rotten things in the room. It can be seen that... corpses do not exist.

Zhan Zhao walked to the bedside and checked the bedding and pillows. It was quite clean. It seemed that someone was cleaning it.

Zhan Zhao narrowed his eyes—the kung fu that came to life and death…

"Ninety-nine, what kind of Bodhisattva is this?"

At this time, the little four son, who was lying on Zhao Pu's shoulder, pointed at the wardrobe behind Zhao Pu.

The wardrobe is very high, half a head higher than an average person, but Zhao Pu is tall, and the little fourth son can see it even higher when he lay on his shoulder. He pointed to the top of the wardrobe and said that there was a Bodhisattva there.

Ouyang jumped up and reached out to the wardrobe to tweet, and took down something for everyone to see.

I saw it a small porcelain Buddha statue. This Bodhisattva was fierce, some of which looked like a ghost-faced Arhat.

Zhan Zhao's eyebrows moved slightly. Bai Yutang accurately captured the change in Zhan Zhao's expression and asked him, "Acquaintance?"

Zhan Zhao touched his nose and shook his head, "No...but this Bodhisattva is called the Sword Forging Bodhisattva."

For the first time, everyone heard that there was a sword-casting Bodhisattva, Zhao Pule, "I said I don't know him. If it were a sword-casting Bodhisattva, I might know him."

Zhan Zhao hugged his arm and said "tsk", as if he was quite embarrassed.

Zhao Pu was a sensible person. Seeing Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang's expressions, he probably had something wrong to tell outsiders, so he asked Ouyang Shaozheng to send away all the kiln sister and the madam and servant.

There were only a few of them left in the room, plus a yawning little foursome.

After closing the door, Zhao Pu and others sat at the table, looking at Zhan Zhao, that's what they meant - just say it!

Zhan Zhao coughed, thought for a while, and spoke, "Actually, the Bodhisattva of Sword and the Bodhisattva of Swords are two statues of Arhat Buddha standing back to back. I have seen the original version."

Everyone looked at him, that's what - where is the original version?

Zhan Zhao scratched his chin and raised his face, which seemed to be - this paragraph skipped!

Gongsun looked at the statue of the Bodhisattva that he took off from the wardrobe, "But there is only one here."

"Since the Demon Palace disappeared thirty years ago, most of the 360 ​​sects of the Demon Sect have been disbanded and set up their own businesses." Zhan Zhao said slowly.

Zhao Pu and Gongsun both tilted their heads and asked, "What is the 360th Demon Sect?"

Bai Yutang coughed, "Jianghu affairs."

Zhao Pu touched his chin.

Gongsun was also curious.

The little fourth son continued to yawn.

Zhan Zhao told everyone not to pursue too many things in this regard, but continued, "There are two brothers in the 360th sect of the Demon Sect, one is called Daoxie and the other is called Jianxie. They specialize in casting evil swords and evil swords. They are not very famous, but they have real skills."
To be continued...