I am the tomb keeper

"I just want to take my little grandson home." The old man, who was already too old to walk, sat under the tree tiredly and hammered his legs.

Standing beside him were six or seven people in black cloaks, and bursts of stench emanated from their bodies.

"Young man, are you willing to help me find my grandson?" The old man stared at Jiang Zhao who was not far away and smiled.

Jiang Zhao stood under the shade of a tree, the expression on his face was blocked by the leaves, making it difficult to distinguish.

"Okay." After a long time, Jiang Zhao's voice came with a smile.

Jiang Zhao walked out from the shade of the tree, with a deep smile on his face, so much that he almost lost his eyes.

If Jiang An was there, he would desperately persuade Jiang Zhao to calm down.

In Jiang An's memory, Jiang Zhao only showed this kind of smile before the massacre. The happier he smiled, the more angry he was. He was so angry that he wanted to crush all the living things around him.

That's right, he was very angry, and now he wanted to catch the mastermind, and then peeled his skin bit by bit, cut his flesh, and broke his bones.

Jiang Zhao's eyes were blood red, his sanity almost disappeared, he was going crazy!

Because Fengshengmu disappeared, leaving only a note and a pool of blood...

"What did you call me?" Jiang Zhao's smile remained unchanged.But the seven or eight people around the old man kept moving back in fear.

The old man was cheerful and not afraid of him, "Old man, I want to pick up my little grandson. Unfortunately, I am old and my eyes are blurred, and I can't find where my little grandson is?" The old man got up and walked slowly in front of Jiang Zhao, "Young man If you can help me find my little grandson, old man, I will tell you a secret."

The blood in Jiang Zhao's eyes faded, and he coldly looked at the old man's inevitable appearance, and agreed immediately.

He had no choice, now that he knew where Feng Shengmu had gone, he couldn't find anyone other than this old man, so he could only take a gamble.

Last night, dead bodies attacked them again, and the grave robbers who had been buried by Feng Shengmu all left their bodies.Those walking corpses left their feet off the ground and followed the breath of the living, and the living could not run them at all.

Jiang Zhao only met one at the beginning, that short and thin corpse, who rushed to him almost instantly.Jiang Zhao dodged and hid behind a tree. He remembered Feng Shengmu said that if he was hugged by such a walking corpse, he would only die.Their hands will grab you tightly and dunk into your flesh and blood.

The dead body turned around and hugged the tree where Jiang Zhao was hiding. Jiang Zhao could see clearly that the dead body's hands were firmly stuck into the tree trunk, and then stopped moving.

But the tree withered and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Jiang Zhao didn't have time to marvel at all, there were almost three layers of dead bodies around him, they wouldn't move if he didn't move, and the dead bodies would quickly move towards him as soon as he moved.

Just when he was about to burn them all with a torch from the sun card, Fengshengmu appeared.

Feng Shengmu held a black bone fan and danced there. Jiang Zhao saw Feng Shengmu dance for the first time.His dance is like an ancient sacrificial ceremony, with solemnity and respect, and a kind of compassion.

Feng Shengmu told him that it was a spirit dance, leading the lost souls to return home.Feng Shengmu asked Jiang Zhao to go back to the wooden house to get the talisman paper. He told Jiang Zhao that he didn't have enough talisman paper and asked him to get it quickly.

Jiang Zhao didn't ask, nor did he expect that Feng Shengmu would dismiss him at this time, and when he went back, he would only see corpses all over the ground.

There is another line of blood extending into the depths of the woods...

The blood wasn't Fengshengmu's, Jiang Zhao knew Fengshengmu wouldn't bleed.He once saw Feng Shengmu cut his hand, but no blood flowed out.

Jiang Zhao followed the blood to the forest, and the forest was dark at night.

A red eye quietly opened behind Jiang Zhao, slowly approaching him.

Just when it stretched out its hand to touch Jiang Zhao's shoulder, Jiang Zhao suddenly turned around, grabbed its neck with one hand and lifted it up!

It was a tomb guard, and Jiang Zhao put it down after seeing it clearly.The grave guard gave him a note.

"sorry"

Just three words made Jiang Zhao's eyes tear. He didn't expect that he would lose Fengshengmu again and again. He didn't expect that Fengshengmu would disappear without a sound!Just leave such an unclear note!

In a rage, Jiang Zhao couldn't care about anything else, he grabbed the memory of the tomb guard looking into it from that eye, and Feng Shengmu left with a woman in the picture.

There is an obvious mark on the back of the woman's neck, which is the mark of a woman from the Qin family.

Jiang Zhao laughed out loud, the Qin family, the Qin family again...

After the tomb guard was put down by Jiang Zhao, he fled into the darkness as if he felt something terrible.

"Strange, the night is red today?" Jiang Zhao's eyes were bloodshot.

He put away Fengshengmu's note preciously, and then walked deeper into the forest following the blood trail with a smile on his face.

Jiang Zhao strolled around at a leisurely pace, with an inexplicable confidence that the prey would not pull out the palm of his hand.It was noon when he saw the old man.

The blood was shed by those men in black cloaks. It should be that when Feng Shengmu fought back with the dead body, they were injured in order to protect the old man.

He agreed to the old man's request, and the old man gave Jiang Zhao all the people around him.

"They can help you find my little grandson, but it's a pity that I'm too old to walk, so I have to trouble you, young man."

Jiang Zhao nodded and led those people.No, the living dead should be gone.

Jiang Zhao has heard that there is a kind of corpse-hunting people in western Hunan. Their ancestors chased corpses and hurt people, and they lost their morality. There is only one male in a generation.Moreover, the family members will all die young. In order to accumulate evil virtues so that the next generation of men can live on, the current generation of exorcists can only make the dead family members into living dead with their own hands, and then take the family around to parade.Return the corpses of people who died in foreign lands to their homeland, accumulate Yin virtues, and make up for the sins of their ancestors.

Jiang Zhao glanced at the young dead body beside him, he should be the son of the old man.Jiang Zhao sighed, the old man probably only had his grandson as his relative, but... besides him and Feng Shengmu, there is absolutely no third living person in Beishan.

The living dead seemed to have a sense, and led Jiang Zhao all the way to the cabin, and then lingered outside the cabin, not daring to step in.

Regardless of the midday sun, they raised their fingers to the wall of the bedroom facing the bed, roaring anxiously.

Jiang Zhao frowned. The wall was made of wood and was very thin. He didn't think the next child could be hidden inside.

Unless it is a mummified corpse.

However, Jiang Zhao thought too well.

He broke through the wall, and what he saw was a large wallpaper of human flesh nailed to the wood.

The child was only five or six years old, and was nailed to the wall alive and smashed into thin slices with a blunt instrument.

It wasn't killed in a day.

If it is smashed in one day, it can only be turned into meat sauce. It is to smash it with a hammer and let his flesh and blood dry before smashing it down.keep repeating...

Jiang Zhao reached out to get the nails, which were the same thin black sticks as the nails used to nail the mermaids in the tomb.

The moment Jiang Zhao stretched out his hand to pull out the wooden stick, the shrill children's screams filled the room. Jiang Zhao subconsciously covered his ears, but the sound seemed to penetrate flesh and blood and hit the soul directly.

The shrill screams seemed to reproduce the scene of the child being nailed to death. Jiang Zhao saw himself nailed to the wall in a daze, the pain in his limbs went deep into the bone marrow, and he was dragged into an illusion by the child.

A man with a ghost face held a thick bronze stick in his hand and raised it high, just as he was about to hit him hard.Another high-pitched child's cry exploded from his ear.

Jiang Zhao escaped from the phantom in an instant, and a child lay heavily on his shoulders, it was a ghost boy.

When it sensed that Jiang Zhao was in danger, it appeared again.

Jiang Zhao raised his eyes to look at the wall. The previous human flesh wallpaper bulged from the middle, and the figure of a bloody child struggled from inside, trying to break through the wall.

Before Jiang Zhao pulled out the wooden stick on his head, the child's face was very close to Jiang Zhao's face, it howled and roared in front of Jiang Zhao, the face of flesh and blood struggled like Jiang Zhao, trying to get closer Jiang Zhao was killed.

Jiang Zhao didn't dodge, he stretched out his hand without fear to pull out other wooden sticks, and liberated this child who couldn't be reborn but repeated the pain before death over and over again.

The child's face quickly bit Jiang Zhao's hand, and that bite would definitely tear Jiang Zhao's hand off.

However, a small blue-black hand stretched out faster than it did, and slapped its face distorted.

The ghost boy lying on Jiang Zhao's body exploded, daring to hurt its chosen master in front of it!Looking for the second death? This is!

The ghost boy didn't hide anymore, it jumped in front of Jiang Zhao and began to fight with the one on the wall, Jiang Zhao quickly reached out to hug it, for fear that it would fall too hard and fall again.

The ghost boy was completely bullying the hand and foot nailed to the wall and couldn't move. He went up and scratched it for a while, scratching its already bloody face, watching it condense and scratching again.

"Tsk tsk tsk" Jiang Zhao turned his face and couldn't look away. It was thanks to the old man's little grandson, if this was his granddaughter.The ghost boy scratched people's faces like that, probably it had to pull out the nails by itself and scratch the ghost boy to death.

Jiang Zhao used all his strength to hold the ghost boy, but the ghost boy struggled and wanted to scratch.

Jiang Zhao laughed, it was like a child fighting, although the child's combat effectiveness was a bit high.

"Good boy~" Jiang Zhao touched Guitong's blue and black face, and Guitong froze.

It carefully raised its eyes to look at Jiang Zhao's smiling face, while cautiously rubbing against Jiang Zhao's hand.It was beaten and scolded during its lifetime, and it was sentenced to death and suffered endless pain.The grave robbers who encountered it for thousands of years screamed, terrified, disgusted, and wanted to kill it.

It was the first time someone hugged it like this, and they were not afraid of it, and were willing to touch it.

The ghost boy let out the cry of a baby, and quickly climbed onto Jiang Zhao's back to hide.

Jiang Zhao is funny, does Guitong know how to be shy?Why are the things in Beishan so awesome?A python general who knows how to like it, and a ghost boy who knows how to be shy?

Jiang Zhao looked at the more honest children on the wall. He reached out to pull out the wooden stick and said, "I'll take you to meet your family. Your family is here."

Every time Jiang Zhao pulled out a wooden stick, the child became more cohesive.When the last one was pulled out, it had already condensed into a human form, from a large piece of human flesh wallpaper to a bloody child.

Jiang Zhao put down the black wooden sticks, but those sticks swayed and pierced into the child's body. When the five wooden sticks were completely submerged, the child had returned to its former appearance.

Flesh little arms, round little face, only a pair of dark red eyes.

Jiang Zhao and it looked at each other, he could see that the child still wanted to attack him, but he didn't dare to move because of the ghost boy staring at it fiercely behind him.

Jiang Zhao was silent for a while and said, "You have a good grandpa, let's go, I will take you to find him."

After speaking, he picked it up without any scruples, and walked outside the house. When the child heard Jiang Zhao say the word "grandfather", the child became quiet, and his dark red eyes were full of grievances.

After all, it is a child, there is not so much hatred and resentment.Even after death, the ones who miss the most in my heart are the family members I relied on the most during my lifetime.

Just like a ghost child, no matter how much pain it suffered when it died, it will rely on you wholeheartedly if you give it some warmth now.

Just as Jiang Zhao went out with the child in his arms, he was surrounded by the living dead. One of the women grabbed the child and hid it in her arms.

Although he couldn't see the situation, Jiang Zhao heard the child's aggrieved cry.

Is it touching?Jiang Zhao didn't have time to care, he took the living dead back to the old man.

The old man was the little grandson who took it with trembling hands, "My dear grandson, you are suffering..." Muddy tears flowed down his wrinkled face.

In the end, his family members were gone, and the old man's back became even more rickety, and he hugged his grandson tightly.

He struggled to take out an old book from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Zhao, "Young man, I beg you one last thing. After the old man dies, make me a living dead."

Jiang Zhao didn't pick it up. He knew that the old man had only one relative left in this world, his grandson, and now his grandson has become like this ghost.He probably thought that he didn't protect his grandson well in his lifetime, and he would become a living dead to protect his grandson after death.

"Tell me..." Jiang Zhao wasn't that kind, he only agreed to help him find his grandson, and he didn't want to help with the rest.

Except for Feng Shengmu, Jiang An, and Qin Qing in this world, he doesn't have so much affection to share with others. Compassion and kindness are impossible.

The old man narrowed his eyes dejectedly, "That young man of yours is not from this world."

Jiang Zhao frowned, "He has no heartbeat." So he is not considered a living person in this world.

The old man shook his head, "Old man, what I said is that he is not a man of this age."

"Live early, live long, live long..."