Chapter 313 Black Bamboo Stick


    rang.


    …


    Not waiting for everyone to take a breath.


    ?There was a strange noise from the corner.


    ??Everyone looked at the direction of the sound at the same time, and saw an old pottery bowl in the shadow. The edge of the pottery bowl was constantly hitting the ground, as if an invisible hand was playing with it.


    ?This situation.


    In some households with cats and dogs, we often encounter this behavior of cats and dogs begging for food when they are hungry.


    What’s frightening is that there is nothing next to the broken bowl!


    Phew!


    Suddenly, the flame of the oil lamp flickered and almost went out.


    In this moment of light and darkness.


    Beside the pottery bowl, an old man wearing tattered clothes and with sunken eyes suddenly appeared. The old man turned his head mechanically and looked at everyone in a daze.


    “I’m hungry.”


    “I want to drink pork soup again!”


    This is Old Li Tou who died silently in the room!


    ?At the end of his life, the only warmth he felt was the wild vegetable and pork soup provided by Wu Xian and others, so that he still remembered it after his death.


    Three ghosts.


    Three different ways to appear.


    Bringing three rounds of fright to the newcomers.


    As for the senior family members…


    ?This kind of fright can only be regarded as interesting level.


    They were even a little angry. They had just killed countless vicious moonlight monsters. How could they be intimidated by these three little devils?


    ?Jiang Chun suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Gao Fushuai''s neck. Gao Fushuai, who had a big head and a small body, felt his head suffocated by this grab.


    Old Mrs. He and Old Li Tou also immediately turned off their engines.


    The light of the oil lamp gradually became brighter, the temperature returned to normal, and the attitude of the three ghosts changed from arrogant to cautious.


    This is actually quite normal.


    The power of ghosts comes from resentment, and after these three ghosts were buried normally, they didn''t have much resentment. They came to Wu Xian and others just because of the rules.


    ?So as long as it is a little more fierce, they will give in.


    ?Wu Xian let out a long sigh.


    "The three of you are here to negotiate terms with us..."


    ?Wu Xian first looked at Old Man Li: "Mr. Li, the pork soup is gone, but there will be more tomorrow. We will put a basin on your grave so that you can drink enough."


    Lao Litou nodded with satisfaction, a smile appeared on his terrifying face, and then his body gradually disappeared into the darkness, leaving only an old pottery bowl and six bamboo sticks in the pottery bowl.


    ?This old man’s request is not excessive.


    It even sounds a bit pitiful, so Wu Xian and others must try their best to be satisfied.


    Continue.


    Wu Xian looked at Mrs. He.


    “Don’t worry, we will definitely take you back to He’s home.”


    Old Mrs. He didn''t believe Wu Xian''s words and retorted in a faint tone.


    “But...you all buried me.”


    "You can dig it out again after you bury it!" Wu Xian said confidently, "You are only temporarily living in that grave, just like staying in a hotel. We may not know when we will go to the Immortal City. We can''t spend this period of time Put your jar and pickled cabbage jar together."


    Old Mrs. He was confused.


    I don’t know whether she understood or found a step and went down. In any case, she also retreated into the darkness, leaving six bamboo sticks next to Wu Xian.


    ?Du E picked up the bamboo stick. I was surprised to find that among these six bamboo sticks, only four were normal bamboo color, and two were pure black!


    ?There seems to be something painted on it.


    “In other words, there are only eighteen normal bamboo sticks in total, corresponding to nine people…”


    ?Du E looked at Jiang Chun, who had been covering his face and holding the ghost with his bare hands, and already had the answer in his heart.


    ?Wu Xian looked at Gao Fushuai with a fierce light in his eyes.


    “As for your request...it’s a bit difficult to satisfy.”


    ?Gao Fushuai didn''t refute Wu Xian at all. He was pinched so hard that he disappeared in a very sensible manner, leaving only six black bamboo sticks on the ground.


    ?Wu Xian laughed.


    “Xiao Gao gave up the feudal dross and chose free love, which is a good thing.”


    …


    The three ghosts disappeared, the bamboo sticks were obtained, and all three tasks tonight were completed.


    Everyone gathered the bamboo sticks together.


    ?It is found that people who have already taken two bamboo sticks cannot get any information even if they hold the third bamboo stick, so they can only distribute the bamboo sticks to everyone equally.


    At the time of Jiang Chun.


    Wen Chao said for her that she had obtained the information elsewhere and there was no need to get the bamboo stick.


    ?So tonight''s ten bamboo sticks just cover everyone''s information gaps. Now everyone has got the information about the "burial" and "clear weapons".


    As for the eight black bamboo sticks, it’s a bit puzzling.


    ?On each black bamboo stick, some white lines are outlined with a very fine white pen, which seem to reveal some kind of information.


    Wu Xian thought for a while.


    I thought it was a puzzle, so I arranged the eight bamboo sticks in order, and I got a picture that looked like an overhead view of the Burialless Village.


    One of the points, pointed with an arrow, is the big pit where abandoned coffins are piled!


    Wei Hengbo asked in confusion: "What does it mean to just point to a big pit? Is it telling us that such a big pit is not simple? We have known this for a long time."


    Su Xuan stared at the eight bamboo sticks thoughtfully.


    He once handled a similar case. A highly intelligent prisoner left a puzzle at the crime scene. It seemed that there was only one way to spell the puzzle, but if you throw away your thinking, you will find that it depends on the number of puzzle pieces used. Differently, there are several ways to spell a puzzle, and each spelling reveals a piece of information.


    “Maybe this bamboo stick is like this too!”


    Su Xuan took the bamboo sticks and studied them for a moment. He turned over each bamboo stick and looked at it over and over, and then used the back to spell out another picture.


    ?This picture shows some urns and coffins, as well as some little people playing gongs and drums carrying these things in one direction.


    ?Wu Xian was startled: "This painting is about what happened when we came to Wu Burial Village?"


    Su Xuan shook his head. He asked Wu Xian to look at the side of the bamboo stick. He saw villages painted on one side of the bamboo stick and cities on the other side.


    ?Wu Xian narrowed his eyes.


    He realized that the information displayed by this black bamboo stick was very important!


    ?Su Xuan then adjusted his position twice.


    One picture shows a cross-section of the Burial-Free Village, showing that there is a wide road underneath the village. The other picture shows the Burial-Free Village, but the sun in this painting is directly overhead.


    ?These four paintings should be all the black bamboo sticks have, at least Su Xuan can''t spell out more.


    ?Wu Xian closed his eyes and thought.


    The contents of the four paintings kept changing in his mind, and finally he integrated the four paintings into a complete message.


    “This black bamboo stick is our guide!”


    “It told us that before noon tomorrow, our coffins and jars should be sent underground through the big pit, and we should lie in the coffins and wait!”


    “Wait until noon, those who carried us to the Unburied Village will carry us to the Undead City again!”


    (End of this chapter)