Burial with Qing Yao

Under a tree in Cangxi Town, Jiang Ran dug out a head that was extremely talkative.

When the head was unearthed, the surrounding plants that covered the sky and the sun retreated and returned to their original appearance.

The head said: "I am a dead tree demon. I didn't have a tongue when I was alive, and I couldn't speak. I only grew a tongue after I died. I actually killed myself. We are like this, leaving a head after death. If it is buried somewhere, it can grow into a tree again.”

"These plants sensed that my head was buried in the soil and grew wildly to protect me. You just need to hold me and keep me from touching the ground. They can't sense my existence, so they won't Crazy growth, by the way, why don't you ask me why I killed myself?"

"If I don't ask, you won't talk?" Jiang Ran felt that this guy was very noisy, and really wanted him to shut up.

"Of course not!" The head vowed, "I can tell you what you want to know, and I can tell you what you don't want to know. In fact, I just want to talk, and what I say is not important..."

Jiang Ranti brushed his hair, took him to the water's edge, put his head in the water and rinsed it unbearably disturbed.

His head, mouth and nose were soaked in water, and he rolled his eyes for a while, and Jiang Ran lifted him up again, and he coughed chokingly.

"Cough, cough, choked me to death, be careful, there is a copper fish hanging around your neck, hey, you are the one who collects demon corpses, right? You are well-known in the demon cultivator world, after all, you are willing to collect demon corpses Yes, just you, Gulululu..."

Before the head could finish speaking, Jiang Ranti slipped it into the water and rinsed it again.

After doing this three times, I finally wiped out this black head.

"Can you stop for a while, just shut up for a while, my head hurts listening to you talk." Jiang Ran said so, but he treated the demon corpse with respect, and wiped his head with his robe.

"No!" Toutou dislikes others telling him to shut up, "I killed myself just to speak, and I've been shut up all my life, can't you be considerate?"

Jiang Ran looked up to the sky and sighed, throwing his head to Yinjuan.

This head looks ordinary, and it is not easy to remember. It is ordinary and unremarkable, and it is especially obvious when it is held by the silver family.

In any case, Jiang Ran dug him out, so he must be held accountable to the end.

He washed his face by the stream, found a shade, and sat opposite Yinjuan, intending to understand the whole story.

Speaking of this past event, the head looked miserable: "I have a name, He Shuting. I am a tree demon, but not an ordinary tree demon."

In He Shuting's words, he is a tree demon with some blood in his body, just like the emperor of the human world, he can control the vegetation, in fact, in a sense, he is the same as the Hydra clan, and is rare among the demon clan. A race that can circulate itself and transcend life and death.

He Shuting only has one head now, but his head is the seed of his new life. As long as this head is buried, he will be able to walk in the world again after a hundred years.

He Shuting's demon life is divided into two stages, the stage of being able to speak, and the stage of being unable to speak.

When he walked in the world, his mouth could not speak.

It is only during temporary death that a speaking tongue grows out of the skull.

"The reason why I killed myself is because I want to talk too much! I met a man, I like him very much, I want to tell him this love, you must lead me to find him!"

Jiang Ran could feel He Shuting's urgency because he wanted to say that he liked someone, so he easily ended his own life.

The feelings of Yaozu are always sincere and warm.

"What's his name? Where does he live?" Jiang Ranfa asked.

This made He Shuting into trouble, "That's the problem. I don't know his name, and I don't know where he lives. I only know that I met him three times in total, and he cut himself every time..."

Jiang Ran: "..."

It can be seen that there is a similar interest...

A very suicidal person, in a small place like Cangxi Town, if you ask around casually, you will definitely have clues.

But the problem is, when He Shuting died, the surrounding plants completely occupied Cangxi Town in order to protect him, and the people in the town were scared away.

Although everything has been restored to its original state now, Cangxi Town is just an empty town now, and we have to wait for the people in the town to move back.

It's not something that can be resolved in a day or two.

So, Jiang Ran brought Bai Wenxing, Sang Zhuo, who was waiting in the carriage, with his head lifted, and lived in an unattended inn with the silver family.

When the plants grew wildly, people were busy fleeing for their lives. There was everything in the inn. Jiang Ran simply cleaned the lobby, lit candles and closed the door tightly before night fell.

Yinjuan rolled up his sleeves and cooked a few simple dishes to feed the children in the family.

It's just getting dark, and it's too early to go to bed now.

Everyone sat around and placed their heads in the center of the table, chatting with them to relieve boredom.

Sang Zhuo sat on the side in a daze, and Bai Wenxing poked He Shuting's cheek. It was the first time he saw a dead talking head, and he was very curious.

"Well, since you like to talk, we will give you a chance to talk, but don't talk nonsense, how about telling a few stories? Or you can talk about the anecdotes you saw along the way."

Jiang Ran was considerate of He Shuting, after all, it was not easy for someone to speak once, and it was all in exchange for his life.

He Shuting smashed his mouth, "Excuse me, give me a glass of water to moisten your throat."

Bai Wenxing personally fed him a glass of water, and really only moistened his throat. The water passed through his mouth once, and then flowed out from his neck intact.

"The first story I want to tell is something I saw with my own eyes when I was a tree in my early years."

He Shuting has been a tree for hundreds of years at least. At that time, he had not cultivated a physical body, and he stood in one place all year round, unable to move.

In the beginning, he was surrounded by a forest, and he was the only one among the many trees that had opened his mind. He stood there alone for many years. One year, there was a plague in the city, and the people in the city began to send the dead to him. Buried on the mountain.

"People cut down trees to make coffins, and they buried them next to me. I fear every day, for fear that one day I will be cut down to make coffins..."

He Shuting's intricate tree roots spread all over the land, and more and more human beings turned into decay, and set up tombstones beside him.

A mountain full of vitality has become more and more barren.

On the green and yellow grass, there are always people digging new pits and burying new people.

When humans are digging, they will inevitably touch his tree roots. He Shuting is in pain, but he can't speak.

"Have you ever seen ghost messengers? I heard that ghost messengers are also people who made mistakes in their previous lives. They need to repay the debts they owed in their previous lives before they can be reincarnated. That year, I met a ghost messenger..."

That night, dark clouds covered the moon.

There was a dying man who was dragged to a deserted grave in the mountain. The man was festered and his face was horrible. The person who sent him up the mountain was not even willing to dig a grave for him.

"Help me... I don't want to die..."

The man was lying in the barren grave, crying out to the sky in despair, each sound getting weaker and weaker.

He was very sick, the kind that couldn't be cured.At the last moment of his life, he finally gave up calling for help, staring blankly at the sky and weeping.

"At this time, another person came, dressed in black, holding a piece of iron chain in his hand. He was a ghost messenger that ordinary people couldn't see, but I could see it."

He looked very indifferent, with hostility all over his body. Wherever he went, the creatures retreated, making them fear for no reason.

The ghost messenger walked up to the man, but the man couldn't see him, so he squatted casually on a gravestone and waited for him to die.

"Actually, I was also terrified at the time. He just squatted on a new stele under my tree and stared blankly for a while. In such a short period of time, I was so scared that he dropped hundreds of leaves!"

There was no wind at night, and autumn had not yet arrived, but the tree above Guichai's head had lost so many leaves for no reason, which naturally caught his attention.

But the ghost messenger just looked up at him and said nothing.

He is a very patient ghost messenger. When human beings take their last breath, he will tie the living soul with a soul chain, like a dog on a leash, and the other end of the chain is tied to a tree.

The ghost messenger freed his hand, rolled up his sleeves and dug a hole under the gaze of Shenghun.

"His arms are very clean!" He Shuting emphasized emphatically.

Unlike humans, it even avoided all of He Shuting's roots, which didn't make him feel pain.

The ghost messenger buried the man, found another stone tablet, asked the living soul's name, and engraved characters on it for him.

Seeing that he was treated properly after death, and even had a grave of his own, the living soul was moved to tears, and let the ghosts lock his soul and take him away.

He Shuting felt that he was a competent ghost messenger.

From that day on, He Shuting discovered that the ghost messenger always liked to enjoy the shade under his tree when he was free.

"I was timid at that time, I was afraid when he came, and dropped the leaves when I was afraid, that ghost was very mean-spirited, sometimes he came once in a few days, sometimes he came three times a day, and he didn't do anything when he came. Other things, either leaning on me to sleep, or squatting on the tombstone in a daze."

Occasionally he would bring other ghost servants here to rest, and He Shuting even heard other ghost servants complaining to him.

"The shade in this place is sparse, look, the leaves of this tree are almost gone, and the light above the head can't be blocked, half your life will be lost if you sit in the shade!"

Guicha has a cold constitution and cannot bask in the sun too much, and He Shuting is obviously not an excellent shade tree.

He Shuting responded in his heart, "My leaves are almost falling off, who caused it! Since I can't enjoy the shade, can I trouble you to persuade this person to find another place to enjoy the shade?"

It's a pity that the ghost messenger was indifferent to his friend's complaints.

"I'll take my leave first, I'm sunburned to death, what are you trying to do here to enjoy the shade?"

Another ghost messenger walked away cursing against the sun.

"What are you drawing?" He murmured under the tree, "Maybe it's because I feel like I'm accompanied by someone every time I lie here, so I'm not so lonely."

He Shuting looked under the tree, the man was leaning against him, facing a large solitary grave.

Under the bright sun, the tombstones lined up here stretched to half a hill.

Everyone's name is engraved on the crooked tombstone.

He sleeps peacefully surrounded by thousands of tombs.

Although the bones were buried in the ground, it was cold, but the stone tablets with names written on them were still warm under the scorching sun.