As soon as the sky was dawn, a group of men ran out of the rest of the night and headed towards a village outside Cixi City.

There were not many people, about a dozen people, but they each carried swords and swords, wore wide cloaks and hats, and they were brave.

Probably a gangster.

The old postman at the village entrance station had just opened the courtyard gate and saw these tourists getting off the horse outside the station, leading the horse's reins, coming here. Seeing their dusty appearance, they might have been traveling all night.

The young people who take the lead this way may be a little tired and may have to rest in the inn.

A few years ago, such a group of guests should be vigilant.

Then the world was in chaos, and warriors were not as distinct from black and white as they are now. They were all knights who were traveling around the world, but it was not impossible to get evil from the heart and robbed the village.

More than a dozen people have martial arts skills, and even if the strong people in the village gather, they are not their opponents.

But now it's different.

The old postman looked around and raised his waist, held the old official knife that was not even cut even with tofu on his waist, inserted the lantern in his hand on the wall with one hand, and walked towards the warriors with all directions.

After approaching, he looked up and down at these tourists, and then bowed his hand in a strong accent and asked:

"Where are you from?"

“Suzhou.”

This Jiangnan dialect is complicated and difficult to understand. It is not a local person, just like listening to a heavenly book, but the young man in charge can understand it. He replied, took out something from his sleeve and handed it to the old postman.

The latter is old and has a bad look. He holds it in his hand and has to look closer to see it clearly.

It turned out that there was a black wooden sign two feet square in his hand, with some patterns on it. After seeing it clearly, the old man was shocked and his tone became more enthusiastic.

"It was the official family. Come in quickly. The old man will go to boil water and cook rice and buy some wine and vegetables. Do you have any food?"

As he said this, he returned the wooden sign to the young man with both hands. The latter waved his hand and threw a few pieces of broken silver to the old postman, saying casually:

"No need to drink, have some ordinary food that is full, and prepare some dry food and drink water. We don't go into the village, so we will take a break and leave."

"Oh, OK, OK."

The old postman turned around and returned to the yard, shouted his family, and prepared some food for the officials.

He was confused.

Although he was only the lowest-level official in the court system like sesame and mung beans, the old postmen also knew some court affairs, especially after living for a long time and seeing a lot of knowledge. Judging from the dressing momentum of this group of people, it was difficult not to make him confused.

This Cixi City is affiliated to Ningbo Prefecture, only more than 200 miles away from Lin'an Suhang. It has always been a peaceful place. Even the chaos of Japanese pirates and the invasion of Beizhang and the North** invasion of Lin'an did not affect this small place.

It is actually a lucky place in troubled times.

It has been more than five years since the founding of the Great Chu Kingdom. This place that has always been peaceful has naturally become more peaceful. Not to mention the surroundings, there are even fewer bullies and local sticks on the evil side.

What happened here that could lead to the mysterious leader Tingdisi, who has always been like folk legends, brought people here?

Although the old postman did not know martial arts, he still had some knowledge.

This squad was obviously well-trained, with each one being extremely imposing and silent. When he was just speaking, even when he was tired, he was observing the surroundings, his hands were not off the hilt.

He must be a good player among warriors, now a serious court hawk.

But he didn't dare to ask more questions.

He manages a small post station, although his status is low, he is also considered a family member who works for the court. Official rules should be followed, and there are also Tingdisi arresters who monitor the world.

If he asked casually, he would probably cause trouble. Now that the queen is kind and open-minded, she probably won't kill him, but if she loses this good life, her family will feel a little sad.

You shouldn't be able to see what you shouldn't be asking what you shouldn't be asking.

The old postman smoked a bag of cigarettes and made up his mind that after about half a stick of incense, he added some freshly steamed bun soup cakes, cut pork, and put them into the inn room, and then took the freshly brewed rice wine to deliver.

This thing is not wine, but sweeter. It is also added with some herbs to boil it to drive away those who travel long distances. It is the best thing.

The warriors and the young men in the lead did not sit at the same table. When they saw good food served, they were not polite. They picked up chopsticks and ate them. They also praised the old postmen's family for their good craftsmanship.

At the dining table, the solemn atmosphere just now relaxed, which made the old man who was about to leave smile, but just as he was about to leave, he was called by the young man sitting on the other side of the room.

The man was quite polite and asked the old postman to come and sit down, as if he wanted to ask something.

The office manager was a man from the court. Although he was humble, in addition to managing the office, he also had the responsibility to collect local experiences.

Although this station system is not under the jurisdiction of Tingdisi, it is now under a mission and if you want to start your work, you have to collect more information.

The old man didn't shirk his responsibilities, so he walked up and sat at the table.

Before he could speak, he saw the young man holding a yellow paper under his finger, with strange patterns on it, and a flash of light. The old man felt a sense of a light breeze, sweeping across his body.

The next moment, the surroundings became quiet.

There was obviously a dozen warriors eating and drinking one foot behind them, but there was no sound coming, as if they were soundproofed. This move made the old man widen his eyes.

Immortal arts and Taoism.

These words kept flashing into his mind, just like today, but even ordinary people like the old postman, there were legends about the revival of spiritual energy and the reappearance of Taoism.

I just saw it with my own eyes, this is the first time today.

"Don't worry, my father-in-law, this method is not harmful, I just want to ask some private matters."

The young man from Tingdisi did not drink the rice wine, but took the bad tea, and ignored the hotness of the tea. He drank a sip, while breaking open half of the steamed bun and dipped it in the juice from the pork plate, which made the food sweet.

While raising his head, he looked at the old postman who was a little afraid in front of him with his black and white eyes.

He said:

"Are you a strange thing happening in these days, within seven days, in the four or five villages around the inn, my father-in-law?"

"Strange thing?"

The old man frowned.

He took a sip of cigarettes and was not sure what the strange thing the official said in front of him represented? It was a strange story in the village, what strange stories about finding spiritual medicine in the barren mountains and catching pure white fish in the water?

Or is it that a little demon is haunted at night, or is it that a charity village is haunted?

But seeing the young man staring at him with his eyes, the old man thought for a while and said:

"Strange things, there is, since the dynasty was just established five years ago and the empress ascended the throne, there has been a legend that a big snake appeared on the Wulei Mountain in the local area, often tangling trees to rest.

It is said that hunters have seen more, saying that the snake is more than three feet long and is not afraid of people. Everyone says it is a monster."

"Um."

The young man nodded without comment and said:

"What else is suspected monsters appearing in Wulei Mountain? It will happen in recent days."

"Uh, this one."

The old man swallowed the smoke ring and grabbed the few remaining hairs. He thought hard and couldn't think of any supernatural things worth paying attention to. This disappointed the young man. He was about to dissipate the barrier, but he heard the old man slap his thighs suddenly.

The old man seemed to remember something and said:

"Yes! Just seven or eight days ago, something strange happened."

"Um?"

The young man blinked, stopped and said:

"Brother-in-law, come and listen."

"Old man, I'm also listening to gossip of the vendors in the village. They have seen more of them."

The old postman said first, clearing his responsibilities, and then smoked a cigarette and said:

"It was said that it was Yuyao, not far from the village. Seven or eight days ago, heavy fog suddenly covered the city and villages, and it lasted for most of the day before it dissipated.

It is strange to say that the fog is very strange. The wind cannot dissipate and people enter it, it is like entering the night. Not only does it mean that they cannot see their five fingers, but they are far away a few feet away and they cannot see anything clearly.

Some vendors patted the chest and cursed the old man, saying that when he was walking in the fog, he saw monsters like leopards, but they passed in the blink of an eye.

Everyone said he was hysterical.

After all, it is not uncommon for heavy fog to last for only half a day, and it is a bit strange.”

"Yuyao..."

The young man narrowed his eyes, as if he was thinking carefully, and after a few breaths, he asked again:

"Did you know that there is something haunted in the charity village near the local area?"

“Yes, this one really has it.”

When he heard the young captain talking about this, the old man sighed and said to the young man as if he was bitter:

"In the past few years, there have been many haunted things. Not only in the local villages, but the old man went to Ningbo Prefecture to report his work in the New Year, saying that there are also ghosts and gods in the city. Fortunately, the great Zen master of Tiantong Temple suppressed him, so there was no trouble.

But there is a master in Ningbo Prefecture. Where can I find a real person in my small village? I can only report to the court. The Mo family's Fu Master has been here a few times, but I can't say that they are not capable of doing things well.

But just treating the symptoms but not the root cause, it can only maintain peace for several months each time, but then another soul-resenting spirit appears, as if it is constantly being killed."

The old man sighed and said to the young man:

"The old man also asked those talisman masters, and they didn't have a good idea. They just said that spiritual energy was revived and there were such things everywhere in the world. They also said that they could not be cut off and could only adapt slowly.

Fortunately, as long as you don’t tease, those ghosts will not hurt people. Some new and disgraced people will come to worship them specifically, but the ghosts are not sane, so where can they respond?"
To be continued...