Gu Qing heard a sad cry in his ears, and at the same time, he saw many nearly transparent figures flashing in his eyes.

There are also a few familiar figures, one of which is the idle man who wants his clothes.

Gu Qing felt his body suddenly become cold, and it should be that the shadow passed through the little crow.

The little crow seemed to have no feelings for these things, or was not afraid at all, and was looking for food everywhere in Zhouzhuang. No, it did not eat the flesh of the corpses in the farm, but it would always stay on the corpses for a while, as if it was sucking something.

The feathers are getting darker and darker in this process.

Suddenly, the picture shattered.

Gu Qing seemed to hear crying sounds in his ears. He pondered for a moment, and then thought that the crying sounds and figures should be the unrelieved resentment left by people after death. However, the people in Zhouzhuang are all ordinary people, not like practitioners, so these resentment has not formed consciousness.

The little crow should have stayed in Zhouzhuang for a while. The environment in Zhouzhuang stimulates it to mutate?

This can be proved from the color of its feathers.

"It should be more than that. No other crows were found in those pictures, and no other small animals were encountered."

Gu Qing was watching the little crow. Although it was indeed very similar to the crow, it had reversed hair on its body and had a strange tail.

Gu Qing pinched it. In addition to the root of the tail feather, there were eight small bumps at its tail. It should be some kind of degenerated organ.

It is very likely that these eight small convex points grew eight sets of tail feathers on its ancestors.

Gu Qing made simple judgments based on what he had learned in the past.

If you look at the physiological characteristics of the little crows, it is indeed different from that of ordinary crows.

Gu Qing took a little leftover blood and continued to taste it, but there was no harvest. He put a little fresh blood to taste it, and his body felt a hint of chill. He couldn't help but shivered, but no picture appeared in his mind.

A clearer cry sounded in my ears.

It is sad and miserable.

"It's completely different from the cold breath of Buddha statues. This kind of coolness will make my mind hallucinations."

Gu Qing thought silently for a while and said to himself: "This should be a voice that ordinary people cannot hear."

He seemed to have gained the power of a witch from this.

However, in recent days, the small animals that were tested have not had any abnormalities after taking blood. If they feel cold, at least they should show some symptoms.

Gu Qing tried a little blood again, and the crying in his ears became clearer.

But he was not focused on this, and used his firm will to dispel the interference of crying, and found that his sense of coolness did not come from the body, but directly acted on the brain.

"My brain can feel the chill. Other small animals also have brains, but they don't respond. Could it be because I am special?"

Gu Qing's judgment is not unreasonable. After all, he can absorb the memories of the corpse and has experiences in many lifetimes of reincarnation.

He is not a normal person at all.

Gu Qing took another piece of feather and studied it. It was indeed very hard, but he found that the feathers would become soft after a long time after leaving the crow's surface, and gradually black faded away. Moreover, Gu Qing could feel a slight chill and at the same time he heard a faint crying sound.

"It should contain resentment, resentment and other things, but it seems that it is not affected at all. Or resentment, resentment itself belongs to its recipe?"

"No, it may not be without an impact. Why did it come to me if it doesn't steal food from other places? Because I was also from Zhouzhuang? The resentment in the dark induced it to come to me?"

Gu Qing remembered the mysterious cause and effect in myths and immortal legends.

Since there are practitioners and demons here, perhaps these existences are also present.

"Those resentment and resentment should be considered as the emotions that people in Zhouzhuang cannot let go after their death."

Gu Qing whispered: "I won't eat you anymore."

The living little crow is obviously more research-worthy.

Gu Qing plans to take the little crow to Zhouzhuang to verify some ideas after the storm in the city has subsided.

At least you have to wait until the second-order breathing method is completed.

Gu Qing wanted to know what changes would happen to him after the second-level breathing method was completed, whether he would have new abilities, or his strength would be greatly improved in one breath.

Later, the little crow woke up and Gu Qing fed a lot of food. This guy was still a little unsatisfied. Maybe he had been pumped too much blood recently and needed nutrition urgently. He might be a foodie himself.

Besides olive vegetables, this guy also likes other dishes made by Gu Qing, and it seems that even his taste is very similar to that of others.

This made Gu Qing even more suspicious that it was the influence of the resentment of the people of Zhouzhuang, and made its taste approach people unknowingly.

For a period of time, Gu Qing gave the little crow freedom, and of course he was still within Gu Qing's surveillance.

But this guy really had no intention of escaping. He flew to Gu Qing's shoulder from time to time and screamed, which made Gu Qing feel disgusted.

After all, it is a strange bird, why is the sound so unpleasant?

This little thing was shitting, but after Gu Qing warned it once, it was honestly excreted into the pond.

Time passed little by little, and Gu Qing's peaceful life was broken at some point.

Gu Qing, who was in the yard, looked at the main door. After a while, someone knocked on the door.

He walked over to open the door, and two studs were carrying a load, and Du Qi was unconscious on it. After seeing Gu Qing, he said, "Young Master Gu, please save Du Bo's life."

Neither of the escort masters are cultivators, but they are very physically ill, but they are both pale, breathing rapidly, and sweating all over.

Obviously, he ran all the way, and he didn't even have time to find a carriage.

Gu Qing said: "Take you to my guest room."

The two studs did not dare to delay and did as Gu Qing ordered.

Gu Qing found the medicine box and then asked the two corpses to go out. He first untied Du Qi's clothes. He had many fine sword wounds on his upper body, and his body was very hot. The sword wound was obviously Li Jingfei's handwriting. Gu Qing looked at it for a while and felt that he had gained something, but he did not indulge and delayed for a long time. Du Qi was afraid of dying here.

Moreover, this is also an opportunity for him to further obtain information about Du Qi's body as a practitioner.

Then he put aside his distracting thoughts, took out the silver needle, and inserted it into Du Qi's body with accurate and fast techniques.

Du Qi slowly woke up.

He felt the burning heat in his body subside a little, then looked at Gu Qing and said gratefully: "Brother Gu, thank you for help."

Gu Qing said: "It's just that you have temporarily stabilized your injuries. Brother Seven, whether you can save your life or not depends on your life."

To him, the dead Du Qi is also valuable.

Therefore, Gu Qing has a very peaceful mind.

On the other hand, after inserting the silver needle, Gu Qing lit a candle and took out a sharp knife to roast it on the fire.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiaodao turned to Duqi's sword and wounded him.

Du Qi couldn't help but scream.

Gu Qing said: "Can you hold back the pain? If you can't help it, I have anesthetics that can make you fall into a coma for the moment."

Du Qi gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, this pain is nothing."

While speaking, Gu Qing fell into another knife.

Du Qi's teeth trembled and said, "Brother Gu, let's give me some."
Chapter completed!