After being stabbed to death by my junior brother

"There's no help, just wait to die."

Just as Shen Qiuting became conscious, he heard such a sentence.

There was silence in the room for a while, and a middle-aged man's voice sighed: "I think my Shen family has done their best to this soulless child, so send it out and bury it."

"Then bury it."

"Buy it."

Everyone reached a consensus, and hurriedly changed Shen Qiuting into a shroud and stuffed it into the coffin.

According to the customs in some remote areas of Zhongzhou, children who are dissatisfied when they die are considered to die young, which is inauspicious. The funeral cannot be arranged, nor can they be buried in the ancestral land. They can only find another place to build a solitary grave.

A group of four strong men carried the coffin to the mass grave in the wilderness, dug a hole with a shovel, threw the coffin in, and were about to fill it with soil, when suddenly the sound of "duk tuk tuk" came from the air.

The moonlight shone miserably on the ground, reflecting a lonely grave. The four strong men looked at each other, confirming that it was not their illusion, and their faces turned pale.

Shen Qiuting was finally able to control his body, and the first thing he wanted to do was to knock on the coffin to get out, but after knocking for a while, seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he changed to a less labor-saving technique and began to scrape the coffin boards with his nails.

In the silent night, the sound of nails scraping against the wooden board was very clear. A strong man stared at the coffin in the pit, pointing at the coffin board with trembling fingers: "Is it... the things inside are about to come out!"

The young son of the Shen family was born without a soul, a well-known evil sect from all over the world, this time he accidentally knocked on a stone and died, even the family members were not willing to be involved in the funeral, if the Shen family had not given a lot of money, they would have No matter what, my brother will not come to send this funeral.

An older middle-aged man was obviously the most experienced leader among the four, his face turned pale with fright, and while vigorously sprinkled the soil on the coffin, he reminded in a low voice: "Shut up! Fill up the tomb quickly, With the cover of earth, the ghosts can't come out to harm people!"

When the others heard this, they hurriedly worked together to fill the pit with soil.

The quality of this coffin is not very good, the gaps between the wood are very big, Shen Qiuting was filled with dirt in his pocket, and thought to himself, where did these people come from here? The ashes are not necessarily stable.

Being buried alive like this is not a solution, Shen Qiuting coughed in the coffin, cleared his throat, imitated the appearance of ghosts in the scriptures he had read before, and faintly uttered a sentence: "My head, where is my head? Is it? Everyone, have you seen my head?"

Hearing these words, several strong men who were working hard to fill the soil couldn't bear it any longer. They threw their shovels and shouted, "Ghost!" and ran away.

Shen Qiuting heard the footsteps of several people in the coffin, he felt something in the coffin and pried off the coffin lid bit by bit.

The pale moonlight shone into the coffin, and Shen Qiuting, who had been dead for an unknown number of years, finally saw Tianyue again.

He moved his rusty brain and thought suspiciously: Didn't he fulfill the mission of a demon lord, make the whole cultivation world bloody and bloody, and then be pierced by a sword raised by a junior who was single-handedly, and then turned into blood by a formation? Are you dead?

He looked at his white and slender hands in the moonlight. The skin was smooth and delicate. It looked like a pair of hands that did not touch the spring water, which was completely different from his hands full of sword calluses and scars.

Shen Qiuting was finally able to confirm that he was alive again, and lived on a shell that died suddenly without soul or soul.

It didn't hurt the sky or reason, and it was a waste of life, so I can go back to the realm of comprehension and continue to make waves.

Shen Qiuting became happy, climbed out of the coffin, and looked around—the wilderness, the wilderness, the inaccessible, it seems that it is a ghostly place suitable for killing people and throwing corpses.

He thought for a while, shook the soil under the quilt, and lay back on his back again.

In the middle of the night, it is too much trouble to go out and find a place to live, so it is better to make do with a night in this place with beds and quilts.Besides, the moonlight is very good tonight, and admiring the moon in the coffin is also a joy in life.

Shen Qiuting admired the moon for a while, and took a nap for a while, not long after, she was awakened by the soft rustling sound of cloth rubbing against each other.

A sneaky white figure crouched behind the tombstone in front. From Shen Qiuting's direction, one could see his pale face and bright red blood tears oozing from the corners of his eyes.

Shen Qiuting half leaned on the coffin board, adjusted his posture, and changed to the best viewing position.

Not long after, a black figure in night clothes came to the cemetery. The black figure took out a shovel, looked around, selected the most beautiful grave in the entire cemetery, and started digging.

While digging holes, he hummed in a ridiculous voice, which sounded very happy.

The black shadow was almost done, and when he turned his head inadvertently, he saw the white shadow standing not far away staring at him.

Black Shadow confronted White Shadow for a while, and finally couldn't hold on any longer, dropped the shovel in his hand, broke down and roared: "Ghost!" He fell straight on the ground, and passed out from the shock.

Bai Ying wiped off the powder that fell off his face, and gave a "pooh" sound: "Excellent, you dare to grab business from a tyrant gopher in my grave with just this little courage."

A bully gopher in the grave picked up the shovel from the ground and continued digging happily.

Shen Qiuting didn't know when he ran to his side, and while watching him digging, he asked curiously: "What are you doing?"

The gopher lowered its head and was busy working, and replied impatiently, "It's digging your ancestral grave."

Shen Qiuting asked again: "Who is buried here?"

The gopher replied: "The little son of the Shen family will be buried in the past two days. Such a good grave, without accident, it will be the one from the Shen family."

Shen Qiuting slowly retorted: "But... the grave of the young master of the Shen family is over there."

The dark wind blew, and the gopher shuddered, and suddenly froze. There should be no one else in this cemetery except him. The one who talked to him just now was...

He raised his head, and the person in front of him was wearing a newly made shroud, with a pale and beautiful face, and a small cinnabar mole on the center of his brow, which made the whole face look aggressive and charming. He is only sixteen or seventeen years old, and there is still a childlike look in his eyes.

Shen Qiuting smiled amiably, just like a ghost in a story book who specially sucks people's energy.

The gopher swallowed, and asked, "You... where are you from?"

Shen Qiuting innocently pointed to the coffin that climbed out just now: "He crawled out of that coffin."

The gopher's eyes were staring, its calves were trembling, and it didn't make a sound, and then lay upright beside the shadow.

Shen Qiuting originally wanted to ask him for directions, but he didn't expect him to faint so quickly, and couldn't help but force him: "It's really unprofessional to dare to rob the tomb with this little courage."

He dragged the two tomb robbers side by side into a nearby coffin and stacked them on top of each other, and took away their money bags as a reward.

These two tomb robbers are also poor, and the two of them together only cost a dozen or so copper coins.

Shen Qiuting took out one of the copper plates and tossed it into the air with a solemn expression.

Go south on the front and go north on the back.

The copper coin fell to the ground, it was positive.

As soon as Shen Qiuting's eyes fell to the south, there was a burst of wolf howling from the dense forest in the south.

...Shen Qiuting looked at his thin body, retracted his feet, and thought, 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor, it won't be too late to deal with this wolf in the future.

He kicked the copper coin on the ground with his toe, and the copper coin rolled twice, and it turned out to be negative in a face-saving way.

See, this is God's will.

Shen Qiuting followed God's will all the way to the north, and when it was daylight, he finally came to a small town.

It was late autumn, and there was a layer of damp and cold mist in the air. Shen Qiuting wrapped his body tightly in a thin shroud, and couldn't help but sneezed.

He walked for a while, then stopped suddenly.

Not right.

It's already the time of day, no matter what happens in ordinary places, people should come out for activities, but the streets of this town are empty, not even a stray dog ​​or a stray cat is seen.

As soon as he thought about it, a farmer not far away suddenly opened the wooden door with a "squeak", and a woman about [-] years old was holding a basin and pouring the water in the basin onto the ground.

The sound of water seemed to turn on some switch, the doors in the town opened one after another, the smoke rose, and there were gradually signs of human activity on the road.

Shen Qiuting thought for a while, raised a smiling face, walked forward and asked, "Ma'am, do you know how to get out of this town? I planned to go to the city to join my relatives, but somehow ended up here."

The aunt glanced at him, and saw that he was a gentle and harmless young man with red lips and white teeth. The vigilance on his face disappeared. She picked up her water basin and shook her head: "You can't get out."

Shen Qiuting's heart skipped a beat, and he asked: "Why can't you get out?"

"If you enter this town, you can't get out..." The aunt was dazed for a while, seeing Shen Qiuting's pitiful look, sighed, and pointed out, "The Zhou family in the town is recruiting pigs. If you don't Let’s try our luck at Zhou Da’s house, which is the one at the west end of the town. It’s great to work in their house, and you can still eat meat.”

This child looks like he has thin arms and legs, can't carry it on his shoulders, and can't farm the land to feed a litter of piglets. He can always live.

Shen Qiuting met the aunt's sympathetic and loving eyes, the corner of his mouth twitched, and said: "Thank you."

There was a voice shouting from the thatched cottage: "My mother, why haven't you come back? Little Treasure is hungry."

The aunt's eyes changed in an instant, she put down the basin and put her hands on her hips, cursing: "You're dead! A person with hands and feet can't do it by himself? Waiting for my mother to serve you every day?"

Shen Qiuting touched his nose and chose to run away first.

The sun had fully risen, and the mist in the air melted away like spring snow.

The busy time of farming has passed, and the people in the town are very leisurely, gathering in twos and threes to talk.Some people would take a few extra glances when they saw Shen Qiuting, a foreigner, and turn their heads in disinterest.

Shen Qiuting walked for half an hour before reaching the other side of the town.

At the end of the town is a small river about two feet wide. The river is a little deep, but it is crystal clear. You can still see a few small fish that haven't fully grown.

On the other side of the river, thick darkness rolled over, as if some terrible monster was dormant inside, choosing to devour people.

Shen Qiuting squatted by the river and looked at it for a while, picked up a stone, weighed it, and threw it to the opposite bank.

The stone turned into dust the moment it touched the darkness.

The powder floated into the river from the air, and a group of small fish thought they had food, so they swam over one after another, scrambling to eat the stone powder that floated into the river, and within a few breaths, their white bellies turned up one after another.

I really can't get out.

It seems that his luck is still at its peak, no matter whether it is heads or tails of copper coins, the end result is that the gift is light and affection is heavy.

Miaozai Miaozai.

The outside of the town is full of ghosts, and I don't know what's going on inside the town.

Shen Qiuting patted the dust on his hands and stood up, planning to go back to the town to see if he could survive.

He wandered around the town for a long time, feeling the situation in the town all over, and finally stopped in front of a vermilion gate.

It was Zhou Dahu who was recruiting pigs.

The servant at the door saw him sneaking around nearby, and was energized to wait for it. Suddenly, Shen Qiuting raised a bright and flattering smile: "Excuse me, the pig farmer, do you want more?"

The two servants looked at each other and opened the door: "...Yes."