My God, I am the emperor, the lord of mankind.

Chapter 384 Questioning

"They were all slaughtered——"

Looking at the heads stacked on the ground in front of them, the Zhao family, a wealthy family here, was almost wiped out.

Even Li Changshou, who had been investigating ghost traces in Haiyan before and had just seen the mountains of corpses and seas of blood after the massacre in Haiyan City, couldn't help but sigh.

Although the number of monsters in the Ming Dynasty has gone through several rounds of conquests and hunts by the imperial court, the ordinary mountain monsters and river monsters that ordinary people have the most contact with have already disappeared.

Taoist temples and wealthy families from all over the country were also mobilized by the government and formed strongholds with local guards to protect themselves.

The ability to resist risks has been greatly improved.

But if you have some background when facing the wandering demons, it will still be difficult to resist.

After all, he could not escape the fate of being exterminated and his house slaughtered.

What's more, whether it's Luo Jiao or the weird and extraordinary Han Dynasty tombs.

They are not comparable to ordinary sneaky monsters.

Thinking of this, Li Changshou could only sigh.

After sighing, he held his breath and listened carefully to the sounds coming from the depths of the mourning hall.

"There's only one thing inside -"

He looked back at Gao Lin, the Jurchen comforting general holding the spear in his hand.

There was a trace of gloom surrounding him, and it was obvious that the ghost soldiers he had raised had been summoned and were ready to go.

Li Changshou stared at the long black smoke beside him for a few seconds.

As a ranger traveling around the country, Li Changshou could easily see the extraordinary qualities of these six-town ghost soldiers beside Gao Lin.

Regarding General Gao's move to take the lead, he also took the initiative to get out of the way, allowing him to display his strength.

"Hold this for me—"

Before Gao Lin stepped into the mourning hall, he handed the thick ancient book in his hand to Li Changshou.

After saying that, he walked into the hall filled with stumps.

After a moment, the intruder was felt, and a roar like an ape's cry came from the mourning hall.

Soon, the sound of fierce fighting came from inside.

Liu Zhen came to Li Changshou and looked into the dark room covered with white cloth, with worry on his face.

"Isn't it dangerous for General Gao to go alone?"

"General Gao has great magic power, and the ghost soldiers beside him are not extraordinary. He can retreat even if he is defeated. Mr. Liu does not need to worry."

Li Changshou replied subconsciously.

He looked at the book in his hand that Gao Lin had brought from the Taoist temple.

After flipping through it carefully, I realized it was a roster.

I don't know what kind of material it is made of.

It looked like ordinary tissue paper, but no matter how hard Li Changshou tried, he couldn't destroy it.

It suddenly surprised him.

There are no words on the cover, only the statue of Emperor Wenchang.

But this statue is different from today's mainstream aesthetics. It is completely black and is somewhat similar to the painting method used by local powerful people to worship ancestral halls during the Han Dynasty.

Most of the murals in the Pre-Qin Dynasty also used this technique.

It is obviously possible that the Wenchang statue may have a longer origin than the Han Dynasty.

Li Changshou opened the cover, but it was not the Taoist scriptures he had thought before.

Rather, it is a series of roster records written in various languages.

In the pre-Qin period, there was chaos in the Central Plains, and the writings used by the political and tribal governments in various places were different.

Li Changshou could occasionally guess the meaning of some of the words, but most of them made Li Changshou feel like he was reading a book from heaven and were elusive.

He turned back, and sure enough, as the pages turned back, the words on them began to become familiar.

Li Changshou was born as a merchant, so his family naturally had money to study.

But reading all the information on it made him feel a little strange.

What the hell--

After each name, write the three characters "Fu Lu Shou".

After that, there are three levels: upper, middle and lower. But even if it is a high-grade Lu Shou, Li Changshou has never heard of his name at all.

According to the records in this book, there are hundreds of people whose names have been recorded here since the Han and Tang Dynasties.

There will always be one or two people who leave some traces in history.

"Fei Junxiang——"

The book had almost reached the end when Li Changshou saw a relatively impressive name.

He seemed to be a literati who wrote comedies in the previous dynasty, Li Changshou thought.

However, Li Changshou thought that his evaluation in the Fulu column was only average.

It's quite satisfactory, nothing special about it.

Just as he was about to flip through the pages, he saw Gao Lin walking out of the mourning hall.

He was holding a white-haired zombie in his hand.

Apparently the evil spirits in the mourning hall have been dealt with.

"Mr. Zhao?"

Seeing the face of the figure in Gao Lin's hand, Liu Zhen said in surprise.

Li Changshou also closed the book and handed it to Gao Lin in front of him.

"The Luo Jiao people obviously knew in advance the tragedy that was about to happen to the Zhao family, and they tampered with the old man's body."

Gao Lin threw the white-haired man in his hand heavily to the ground.

The body of this object was as stiff as iron. When it fell to the ground, it made a sound like gold and stone, cracking the long bluestone bricks on the ground.

Li Changshou looked at the still intact corpse in front of him with surprise. He was a little confused as to how Gao Lin dealt with the corpse in front of him.

"The white-haired monster in the South China Sea is indeed the work of Luo Jiao——"

Li Changshou stroked the throat of the white-haired ghost in front of him for a while.

Sure enough, he felt two horizontal bones. He looked up and saw the short knife handed over by Gao Lin.

Shaking his head, he took out two daggers from his arms, and carefully opened the skin on the throat of the white-haired monster in front of him.

Remove two of the transverse bones.

It is said that in the early Tang Dynasty, some people from Tang Dynasty went to sea, encountered a shipwreck, and drifted to a certain island with the ship.

There is a white-haired giant on the island "several feet long, with white hair all over his body. He comes out to eat two people."

Later, the people of the Tang Dynasty fought hard and escaped. "Everyone on the boat held a bow and knife and shot at him. He swung his knife several times and then he was freed."

So the legend of white-haired zombies cannibalizing people was left behind.

Li Changshou separated one of the horizontal bones and handed it to Gao Lin.

Gao Lin turned to hand it to Liu Zhen beside him.

"This thing can strengthen the muscles and bones and ventilate the Qi meridians. It's just compensation for the fact that I took it without telling you before."

Liu Zhen declined. In contrast, he was more interested in why Gao Lin came to Zhao's house to ask for the county magistrate.

"The disaster of the Zhao family may not have been caused by Luo Jiao."

And Gao Lin's answer made his heart sink even more.

Undoubtedly, it confirmed Liu Zhen's previous speculation about the familiar black Taoist temple in his memory before the Zhao family was exterminated.

And when Liu Zhen came to his senses.

Then he found that Gao Lin in front of him was watching him closely, observing his reaction.

When Liu Zhen looked over, Gao Lin continued calmly.

"Reputable scholars in Niumao Town have died suddenly and inexplicably in recent years. There is something fishy about everything."

"Master Liu and many of the people who have died were fellow villagers, or even contemporaries. I wonder if there may be some clues about this matter - what did they have in common during their lifetimes, or what enemies did they provoke?"

"Or, let me put it this way -"

"As far as I know, none of the people born in this town have been able to serve in the capital. They either stayed at home in vain or were sent to border towns by the imperial court——"

"Why did Liu Yushi give up the great opportunity to stay in Beijing and choose to come to Tieling to guard the border?"

(End of this chapter)