The moon passes through the sky, and the night sky is gray and there is no light at all.

In the City God Temple in Jiujiang City, a wooden table was set up in the temple. A young man was lying on the table, dipping the water in the bowl next to him with his right index finger, and constantly drawing a talisman on the table. However, every time he was drawn more than half of the time, the drawn part was steamed. Whenever this time, the young man looked at a middle-aged scholar opposite him who was closing his eyes to rest. Seeing that he seemed to have not noticed it, he breathed a sigh of relief.

This young man was naturally the one who was listening to books in the teahouse at noon. His name was Zhu Qingsheng, and the middle-aged scholar opposite him was his master Sima Yuanji. This morning, their master and disciple had just arrived in Jiujiang City. Sima Yuanji saw that he was very interested in taking a look, and he had something to do. Although Zhu Qingsheng practiced Taoism with his master, he loved listening to books very much. After walking around for a while, he found a teahouse that was telling about his cravings. He plunged into it to satisfy his cravings. Unexpectedly, the storyteller happened to talk about his old skills. But the gentleman had only a few understandings of the journey here and said it wrong in many places. He couldn't help but stumbled a few times before the matter at noon.

Zhu Qingsheng was stained with clear water again, and did not dare to take a breath. He drew the talisman again, but it was still like he had just done. After most of the time he drew it, he was steamed clean. Zhu Qingsheng couldn't help but feel angry, depressed and blamed himself. He followed his master to practice Taoism since he was a child. For more than ten years, he couldn't even draw the most basic talisman well. Fortunately, he was excellent in memory and martial arts practice, and it was finally reasonable.

Zhu Qingsheng was a young man after all. Seeing that he had failed many times, he lost the motivation to continue. He hesitated several times and looked up at Sima Yuanji. When he wanted to say whether he could do something else, a feeling of guilt and awe came out of his heart, and he swallowed it again when he said something.

The water in the bowl decreased little by little, from the first half of the bowl to the smaller half of the bowl, but Zhu Qingsheng had not finished painting at once, and Sima Yuanji remained motionless and kept meditating. Zhu Qingsheng had just rubbed his sour wrists, and suddenly a faint sound of a bell came, as if the distance from the coming was too far. When it reached here, he could hardly hear it. At this moment, Sima Yuanji, who was originally meditating, suddenly opened his eyes and a light flashed in his eyes. Before Zhu Qingsheng could come back to his senses, he heard a horrible and panic cry pierced the silent night sky, and came from afar: "Diet! Dead again!"

The sound was clearly transmitted to the eardrums, and Zhu Qingsheng couldn't help but his heart beat faster and he whispered: "Master, what should we do?"

"Walk!"

Sima Yuanji suddenly stood up, and at the same time, his left hand moved, and the oil umbrella package that was originally leaning against the corner of the wall suddenly flew to his palm. Sima Yuanji ran in the direction of the shouting, and tied the package and put it on his back. He took the opportunity to look back at the little disciple. Seeing his thick steps and following behind slowly, he felt relieved. Although this little disciple was not satisfactory in practicing Taoism, he was really satisfied with martial arts practice.

Lights lit up in the night, and as they approached, the voices of people nearby began to become noisy. Recently, people have died inexplicably, causing panic and unable to sleep at night. At this moment, I heard that someone was dead. How could I not get up and see who it was.

Turning around the corner of the room, crossing the street, we finally arrived at the scene. At this time, five or six people surrounded the end of a street, discussing some things in a rage, and three torches were lit. Zhu Qingsheng breathed evenly. When he walked closer, he was so shocked that his heart was pounding. He saw a tall and thin man in his forties and fifties lying with his eyes open, his eyes staring straight towards the sky. His face was frightened and distorted. His hands were tightly placed into his chest, and his ten fingers were pinched into his ribs, as if he had encountered something extremely terrifying before his death.

Zhu Qingsheng closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, but the man's tragic death seemed to be deep in his mind, and he could see it when he closed his eyes. Zhu Qingsheng felt more at ease when he walked closer to his master. Seeing Sima Yuan and frowned, staring at the body tightly, his face was puzzled, and he seemed to be unable to understand anything.

Zhu Qingsheng pressed down his fear and followed the master's gaze. After looking back and forth several times, he realized that this person was very strange. There was no wound on his body, let alone blood stains. His face turned blue and didn't look like he was poisoned. Looking at that look, he seemed to be scared to death.

Looking up at the people who had arrived before, he was surrounding a man and asked constantly: "I'm talking to Lao Wu, you have to tell the truth at this time. This person can't die for no reason. Maybe he took some unknown poison..." "Liu Lao Wu, in front of you, you can't talk nonsense. How could a good person fall down and die..."

Maybe he was annoyed by being asked, or maybe he had been asked for a long time, the Liu Laowu shouted loudly: "I have said it several times. No one touched this person, no one touched him, and struggled to fall to the ground and die. I wonder, if you want to ask you, ask the murderer."

"Who is this? If it's done by a ghost, then you have to run to the underworld..." Before he finished speaking, his mouth was quickly covered by someone next to him: "Your grandma, be careful, is this talking about this in the middle of the night?"

Listening to their quarrels, Zhu Qingsheng gradually understood the whole story. It turned out that Liu Laowu was a rushing updater. When he was walking across this street, he saw a man standing alone on the street with his hands catching something in the air. When Liu Laowu saw his strange behavior, he was like going up to ask about the situation. Unexpectedly, before he could even walk in front of him, the man fell down. When Liu Laowu saw his face, he was shocked and shouted in shock.

More and more people came around, most of them were worried and irritable. Recently, more and more people died inexplicably. Most of them were completely different before death and were full of fear after death. Who can bear this strange and terrifying way of death? How could the next person be one of them? Even if I can't even sleep well?

There are too many people who talk, and there are many reasons for guessing how to die. Some people say this is a strange phenomenon from the sky, and God wants to punish everyone; some people say this is a mysterious master who secretly takes human life; some people say that this is suffering from a certain disease, which leads to sudden death. However, most people guessed seven or eight points in their hearts. This bizarre and terrifying death is probably because they met some unjust ghost to come to seek their lives.

Zhu Qingsheng was also confused. Could it be that some demons did evil and secretly committed human life?

Several impatient voices rang out from the crowd: "I asked if the one in front can be given up? The yamen is in charge of the case. And you, what does it mean to be yellow on the upper body and green on the lower body? If you are in a hurry, you will wear the wrong one? Then why don't you put the green on it? Why don't you get out of here?"

(End of this chapter)
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