Chapter 313 Black Bamboo Sticks
Clang.

Dang clang...

Without waiting for everyone to catch their breath.

A strange noise came from the corner.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound at the same time, and saw a worn ceramic bowl in the shadows. The edge of the bowl kept hitting the ground, as if an invisible hand was fiddling with it.

this situation.

In some families with cats and dogs, it is often encountered that this is the begging behavior of hungry cats and dogs.

But what was terrifying was that there was nothing next to the broken bowl!

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

In this moment of light and darkness.

An old man wearing tattered clothes, with a haggard face and sunken eyes suddenly appeared next to the pottery bowl. The old man turned his head mechanically and looked at everyone in a daze.

"I'm hungry."

“I want to have pork soup again!”

This is Old Li 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 much so that he could not forget it even after his death.

Three ghosts.

Three different ways to appear.

It brought three rounds of shock to the newlyweds.

As for the senior family members...

This kind of scare can only be considered as fun level.

They were even a little angry. They had just killed countless vicious moonlight monsters. How could they be scared by these three little ghosts?
Jiang Chun stretched out his hand and grabbed the tall, rich and handsome man by the neck. The tall, rich and handsome man, who had a big head and a small body, felt suffocated by this grab.

Old Mrs. He and Old Man Li also stopped driving immediately.

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

This is actually quite normal.

The power of ghosts comes from resentment, and after these three ghosts were buried normally, they did not have much resentment. They came to find Wu Xian and others only because they were forced by the rules of the universe.

Therefore, as long as you are a little more aggressive, they will give in.

Wu Xian let out a long sigh.

"So you three are here to negotiate terms with us..."

Wu Xianxian looked at Old Man Li and said, "Mr. Li, the pork soup is gone, but there will be more tomorrow. We will place a pot on your grave so that you can drink as much as you want."

Old Li nodded in satisfaction, a smile appeared on his horrified face, and then his body gradually disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind only a tattered pottery bowl and six bamboo sticks in it.

The old man's request was not excessive.

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

then.

Wu Xian looked at Old Lady He.

"Don't worry, we will definitely take you back to the He family."

Old Mrs. He didn't believe what Wu Xian said and refuted it in a gloomy tone.

"But...you all buried me."

"We can dig it out again after burying it!" Wu Xian said confidently, "You are just staying in that tomb temporarily, just like staying in a hotel. We don't know when we will go to the Undead City. We can't leave your jars and pickled cabbage jars together during this period."

Old Mrs. He looked confused.

It was not known whether she understood or just found a step to step down, but she retreated back into the darkness, leaving six bamboo sticks next to Wu Xian.

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

There seems to be something painted on it.

"That is to say, there are only eighteen normal bamboo sticks, corresponding to nine people..."

Du E looked at Jiang Chun, who had been covering his face and catching the ghost with his bare hands, and she already had the answer in her mind.

Wu Xian looked at the tall, rich and handsome man with a fierce light in his eyes.

"As for your request...it's a little difficult to meet."

The tall, rich and handsome man didn't refute Wu Xian at all. He was so upset from being pinched that he disappeared sensibly, leaving only six black bamboo sticks on the ground.

Wu Xian laughed.

"Xiao Gao gave up the feudal dregs and chose free love, which is a good thing."

……

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

Everyone gathered the bamboo sticks together.

It was discovered that anyone who had already taken two bamboo sticks would not be able to obtain any information even if they took the third bamboo stick, so the bamboo sticks had to be distributed equally to everyone.

It was Jiang Chun's turn.

Wen Chao said for her that she had already obtained the information somewhere else and did not need to take the bamboo stick again.

Therefore, the ten bamboo sticks tonight just covered everyone's information gaps, and now everyone has obtained the information about "funerary objects" and "funerary objects".

As for the eight black bamboo sticks, they are a bit puzzling.

On each black bamboo stick, some white lines are outlined with a very thin white pen, and these lines seem to reveal some information.

Wu Xian thought about it.

I thought it was a puzzle, so I arranged the eight bamboo sticks in order, and I got a picture that looked like a bird's-eye view of Wuzang Village.

One of the points, pointed by an arrow, is the big pit filled with abandoned coffins!
Wei Hengbo asked in confusion: "What does it mean to point to the big pit? Are they telling us that the big pit is not simple? We already knew this a long time ago."

Su Xuan stared at the eight bamboo sticks thoughtfully.

He had handled a similar case before, where a highly intelligent criminal left a puzzle at the crime scene. The puzzle seemed to have only one way to be put together, but if one abandoned the stereotyped way of thinking, one would find that the puzzle could be put together in several ways, depending on the number of puzzle pieces used, and each way revealed a piece of information.

"Maybe this bamboo stick is the same!"

Su Xuan took the bamboo sticks, studied them for a moment, turned each stick over and over, and then used the back to piece together a picture.

This picture shows some jars and coffins, as well as some small people playing gongs and drums and carrying these things and walking in one direction.

Wu Xian was startled: "This painting is about what happened when we arrived at Wuzang Village?"

Su Xuan shook his head and asked Wu Xian to look at the side of the bamboo stick. He saw that there was a village painted on one side of the bamboo stick and a city painted on the other side.

Wu Xian narrowed his eyes.

He realized that the information displayed by this black bamboo stick was very important!
Then Su Xuan adjusted his position twice.

One picture shows a cross-section of Wuzang Village, indicating a wide road under the village. The other picture still shows Wuzang Village, but in this picture the sun is directly overhead.

These four pictures should be all that is left of the black bamboo sticks. At least Su Xuan can’t piece together more.

Wu Xian closed his eyes and thought.

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

"This black bamboo stick is a guide for us!"

"It tells us that we must send our coffins and urns through the big pit to the ground before noon tomorrow, and then lie in the coffins and wait!"

"When it's noon, the people who carried us to Wuzang Village will carry us to the Undead City!"

(End of this chapter)