Under the cover of night, the huge capital city is like a boundless beast lying on the earth, trying to choose people and devour them.

"Gugu~"

The night owl's call echoed back and forth, making people feel uneasy.

"Duh~~duh! Duh! It's dry and dry, so be careful with the candles."

"The third watch is here. Guard against thieves and thefts. Close the doors and windows."

The old watchman of Xicheng was banging his bamboo banger while patrolling the streets. His voice was still calm and lazy, no different from usual. However, if anyone was following him, they would notice that he was walking in an obvious hurry.

At this moment, in the old Bangzi's hand, the ancestral bamboo bang was slightly hot in the cold wind.

"Something is going to happen tonight." Lao Bangzi was almost certain.

Four generations of the old Chen family have never died unexpectedly. No matter what kind of danger they are in, they can always turn danger into disaster. It is this acumen that they rely on.

It's a pity that Lao Bangzi has no education. If he could write a book and write a biography, with Lao Chen's ability, every word he said would become a golden rule for watchmen.

Lao Bangzi quickened his pace and planned to end this patrol as soon as possible.

The waning moon hangs high, the clouds are dark and the wind is high.

There is a saying that it is the night when the moon is dark and people are killed, and the wind is high and fires are set off.

In the air, a dangerous atmosphere is gathering.

It will be much safer to go through the alley in front of you and enter the street.

But at this moment, there was a soft sound, and a dark thing appeared out of nowhere, standing in the middle of the alley, blocking Old Bangzi's way. He could vaguely see a dark red dress, not tall, like a little hunchback. old man.

Lao Bangzi stopped, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

In my hand, the originally slightly hot bamboo clapper was so hot that I could hardly hold it.

"Hey! How dare you block my night patrol, and ask me to get out of the way quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to you!" Old Bangzi took a deep breath, pointed at the thing and said something like a bell, Full of energy.

This is an ancestral method of frightening the night. If you are on watch at night, you will inevitably encounter some unexplainable things.

As the saying goes, people are 30% afraid of ghosts, and ghosts are 70% afraid of people.

If you are not timid in a confrontation, you will win half the battle; if you are timid in a confrontation, you will lose half the battle first.

No matter what is on the other side, a loud roar can often solve 70% of the trouble, and the remaining 30% depends on fate and strength.

But obviously, the thing on the other side cannot be scared away by simply yelling.

Dark red is a color that is not commonly used by the common people and is not popular in high-level courtyards. There is only one place where it is commonly used - shrouds.

With just one glance, Lao Bangzi was already sure that this thing was very dangerous. Before the night patrol, the Xicheng Army and Horse Division specifically said that a vicious corpse in shrouds had escaped into the capital, so be careful.

This thing in front of me was hit by me.

The method of being frightened at night is nothing more than treating a dead horse as a live doctor.

Sure enough, the thing not only did not retreat, but rushed towards Lao Bangzi quickly.

When the old man saw it, he turned around and ran away.

The shrill shouts echoed in the night wind.

"Help!!"

A shout alerted countless nocturnal creatures that were wandering outside the light of the night watch.

Looking down from a high altitude, there were at least three black figures rushing there quickly.

The first person to arrive was a masked man wearing night clothes. He was extremely agile. He stretched out his hand and lightly patted the wall, leaving a palm print on it.

"Help, help!"

When Lao Bangzi saw it, he hurriedly shouted for help.

The masked man turned into an afterimage and passed by Lao Bangzi. He opened his hands and a yellow cloth bag appeared.

He hurriedly recited a mantra in his mouth, and headed towards the shroud and corpse cage with the yellow bag facing the wind.

When the corpse in the shroud saw it, he turned around and ran away with a strange scream. He was actually very afraid of the yellow cloth bag.

However, when the opening of the yellow cloth bag was opened, the strong wind rolled back, and the corpse in the shroud retreated instead of advancing, and was sucked in in an instant.

What's even more amazing is what's behind. After the yellow cloth bag sucked the corpse into the shroud, it shrank quickly. The masked man stretched out his hand to catch it and then put it on his shoulder. It was like a half-bag of rice noodles, shrinking several times.

The old man was dumbfounded, this is definitely a strange person.

Seeing the masked man approaching, he hurriedly raised his hands and said: "Thank you brave man for saving my life, little old man..."

But before he finished speaking, he discovered that the masked man had a gleaming knife in his hand.

Lao Bangzi took in the breath that he had not yet breathed out.

"Help!"

Old Bangzi's shrill scream sounded again in the night wind.

The old man turned around and ran away.

This is evil!

But his speed was no match for the masked man. With a few steps, the masked man jumped behind Lao Bangzi and slashed at his neck with a knife.

If Lao Bangzi had run away at that time, this would not have happened.

But he should never stop. There is only one kind of person in the world who can keep secrets to the greatest extent, and that is the dead. But this is not absolute.

But he deserved his life, but at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

With a "swish" sound, something black slammed into the masked man.

The masked man's eyes changed drastically, and he abandoned his sword and retreated like lightning.

"Bang!"

There was an explosion, and the gleaming sharp blade instantly turned into fragments and enveloped the masked man.

The masked man was unprepared and unable to dodge. He was hit in the arm, blood spurted out, and the yellow cloth bag fell to the ground.

"Who is coming?" The masked man covered his arms with a solemn expression.

Because it was only then that he discovered that there was a very faint shadow in the darkness under the opposite wall, and he could only vaguely make out the human shape.

There was a dark weapon in his hand that didn't even reflect light, so I couldn't tell what it was.

"I, Feiyu Guard Corpse Burner Wei Wu, who are you?" The shadow walked out of the darkness under the wall, and revealed its true form under the faint moonlight. It turned out to be a young man wearing coarse linen clothes.

"Feiyuwei Corpse Burning Hall?"

A trace of suspicion flashed in the masked man's eyes.

But he didn't struggle. He reached out and grabbed the yellow bag on the ground like lightning, preparing to run away.

The person coming here is extremely powerful and strange, so it is not appropriate to fight.

But at the next moment, something extremely bizarre happened. His eyes blurred, and he was actually standing under the wall.

Opposite, the young man in sackcloth grinned and bent down to pick up the yellow cloth bag.

"Transform...disapparate?"

The masked man's eyes were immediately filled with deep horror.

The art of transformation came from Zhuge Shenji's secret technique more than two thousand years ago, and has been lost for nearly a thousand years.

Reappeared in the world today?

"Who are you?" The masked man almost exclaimed.

"Why are you asking again? Wei Wu of the Corpse Burning Hall, I will change my name whether I walk or sit down, remember it." The young man in sackcloth put the yellow bag on his shoulder and looked at the masked man up and down, as if he was weighing something.

The masked man suddenly felt like a light on his back. Without any hesitation, he turned around and jumped into the nearby yard and disappeared.

Apparently he ran away.

When the young man in Mai saw this, he curled his lips and cursed: "I'll let you go today, and I'll let you lie down decently next time I meet you."

However, at this moment, a mantra suddenly sounded in the night wind: "The universe is not working properly, all dharmas are dead and broken!"

Then the yellow cloth bag "sizzled" and the corpse in the shroud fell out of the bag, running away in the wind.

The young man in linen clothes looked at it and his eyes narrowed.
Chapter completed!