Looking at the peach wood sword in Zhang Jingxu's hand, and the stern expression on his face, Zhang Gui suddenly laughed for some reason!

The smile is weird!

"If you were still a night watchman, maybe I would be a little more cautious."

"However, you are no longer!"

There was a kind of inexplicable pride in the sinister smile, but there seemed to be some kind of intolerance hidden in the murmur.

He looked at Zhang Jingxu and suddenly sighed: "Actually, I don't want to harm anyone, but I have to."

As he spoke, he raised his head to the sky, as if recalling something: "You guessed one thing right, I am indeed not from Zhangjiacun, but at the same time, you guessed wrong, I was indeed from Zhangjiacun."

This sounds confusing.

While admitting that he is not from Zhangjiacun, he also said that he is indeed from Zhangjiacun.

The completely opposite statements are confusing.

However, Zhang Jingxu seemed to understand, and said thoughtfully: "When you admit that you are not from Zhangjiacun, you mean that you are not from Zhangjiacun now. But when you say that you are from Zhangjiacun, you mean that you were from Zhangjiacun before.

Live here, right?”

Poor people are killed and their lives are lost. In fact, this is not the greatest hatred!

When hope suddenly despairs, resentment surges to the sky.

The usual amount of money is one thousand copper coins, which sounds like a lot of money, but the whole cold winter is so long, and it only amounts to a few coins per day.

"The three fires of man are talismans, one on each shoulder and one in the middle of the forehead."

Zhang Jingxu frowned even more: "Then where did the money in this pit come from?"

Zhang Jingxu only felt uncomfortable and congested in her chest.

"Kid, you are a good boy!"

Zhang Jingxu quickly asked: "After three fires burned the evil spirits, what will be the ending of the Night Watchman?"

Don't you dare fight me

"That's right!" Zhang Gui was honest and said sadly: "If the evil ghost wants to harm people, it must find flaws in them. If he picks up my bones, I can infect him with resentment. It only takes three hours."

In a moment, he can be killed."

Zhang Gui just sneered.

"But you are filial by nature, and your heart feels like a knife. In order to treat your mother's illness, you chose to take risks."

Zhang Jingxu's heart moved: "Just catching the disease? You won't die immediately."

"Child, uncle will take you home!"

Zhang Gui suddenly smiled with a mocking look on his face, and his whole body began to stir with ghostly aura.

Zhang Gui obviously hesitated, as if he didn't want to reveal the secret. However, after a long time, he finally answered for some reason: "Even ordinary people have three fires in their body. This is a gift from God. No matter how poor, high or low, everyone is treated equally..."

Zhang Gui turned into a sinister smile again: "Of course I will die, because this means that I will die with the evil ghost."

"Not to mention regular money, they didn't even keep a single copper."

"Okay, uncle will take you home."

Zhang Jingxu was slightly startled: "If that's the case, why did you say you were resentful just now?"

After saying that, he glanced at Zhang Jingxu and said: "How is it? Do you feel scared now? Although you used to be a night watchman, you have become a normal person now... You no longer have five shortcomings and three shortcomings, and you can be good in the future

If you live a normal life, then do you still dare to use three fires to fight against me, an evil ghost?"

He could imagine a poor man working hard all winter, finally saving up a lot of money, bringing it back with joy, preparing to treat his mother, and his heart was full of longing for life.

The night was gloomy and the fog was thick. Zhang Jingxu was silent for a long time, and then she slowly said: "I don't plan to fight you with three fires."

Zhang Jingxu thoughtfully nodded and said: "Under such circumstances, it is inevitable that we do not care about life and death. What is the joy of life, and why is death so painful."

Zhang Jingxu stretched out her hand and gently rubbed his forehead.

"If an evil ghost uses ghost energy to harm people, it will first be counterattacked by three fires. So if Zhang San doesn't take my bones, then I will be severely injured if I forcefully harm him."

Suddenly he frowned and noticed a flaw in the story: "Since you were intercepted here, those servants should have taken away the money, but why is there still money buried in this pit? Could it be that their conscience discovered it?

"

This is truly an extremely tragic story.

If we fight hard, we will perish together.

He blurted out, full of shock: "The copper coins just now were an illusion?"

"After you killed me, you took away everything!"

Zhang Gui sighed: "That's why the night watchmen dare to risk their lives with their own three fires. But the ghosts are generally unwilling to resist three fires unless they have to. As long as they are burned, they will easily lose their souls."

What cruel exploitation and oppression.

"Then what if he doesn't take it?" Zhang Jingxu asked.

After another long time, he calmly replied: "It's enough to make me lose my mind."

Zhang Gui still looked up at the sky and murmured: "Not only have I lived here, I have lived in Zhangjia Village all my life. Even until the day I died, I never left the village for thirty miles..."

Zhang Gui's voice became even colder, and he said with deep resentment: "Poor people are destined to be like this. Since I choose to work for my life, I don't resent their exploitation. To be honest, although I suffered a whole winter, I

In fact, I feel happy...because with all this money, I can finally hire a doctor for my mother."

Zhang Gui hesitated again.

Zhang Gui raised his head and said in a faint voice: "If you don't take it, there is still a way to force him to hit him with ghost energy, which will still make him sick."

Zhang Jingxu wanted to say a few words of comfort, but unfortunately the words came to her lips but she couldn't.

"Child, this should be your wish."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Gui roared violently: "Why can't I bear it? I hurt him because he has loopholes to exploit. If it weren't for the greed in my heart, I couldn't let him be obsessed with it!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

After a moment, he sighed: "You were born in Zhangjia Village, so you should know the situation in the village. Every family in our village is extremely poor. We have lived a hard life for too long, and it is difficult to resist the temptation of money... So, Zhang

The third nephew's greed is understandable."

But the next moment, this fierce ghost suddenly stood on the spot.

"Uncle, uncle, I'm so miserable, I'm really miserable. Buried in this big pit, I only feel cold every day...Uncle, uncle, I'm so miserable!"

The night was cold, but Zhang Jingxu's voice was like a warm stove, and she said even more gently: "I knew from the beginning that you are a good boy. Although you are dead, and although you are dying with hatred, you can't bear to harm others.

."

Zhang Jingxu was obviously shocked.

Although his palms passed by and could not really touch Zhang Gui, Zhang Gui trembled all over and his face showed deep happiness.

Zhang Jingxu added: "Just now you kept urging him to take money from the pit, but you actually wanted him to pick up your bones, right? Can you tell me the secret behind this? Could this be your method of harming people?"

Then he roared again and said with a crazy look: "Besides, I am already a ghost, why do I miss the old villagers? I was not able to bury myself back in Zhangjia Village before I died, and the villagers are no longer enough to make me miss the old villagers."

"Uncle, take me home. Bury me next to my mother."

Zhang Jingxu sighed silently and said softly: "I understand, it turns out this is unwillingness to die. Resentment, it turns out this is resentment."

"I couldn't even bring the money home before I died!"

What Zhang Gui said was very clear.

…

He paused for a moment, pointed to Zhang San not far away, and then said: "For example, Zhang San's nephew, his age is about the same as when you died. He also has a mother at home, who needs support when he gets old. However,

You have captured Zhang San’s mind and obviously want to kill him here..."

Amidst the miserable laughter, his eyes were blood-red. He pointed at the woods in front of him and wailed: "Right here, right here, their servants intercepted and killed me, and I couldn't even bring the money home even before I died..."

…”

He raised his head and looked at Zhang Gui: "Although you were full of resentment when you were dying, the people who harmed you were those big families, and our Zhangjia Village is your hometown. Why did you want to harm the people in the village?"

Zhang Gui seemed to notice his suspicion and suddenly sighed softly.

Just because Zhang Jingxu spoke slowly again, her tone became extremely gentle: "The reason is very simple, uncle, I don't think you are a bad ghost..."

Then he glanced at Zhang Jingxu and said: "But the night watchmen are different. You are born with five shortcomings and three shortcomings. You are often looked down upon by others, or ridiculed and teased."

Zhang Gui sneered: "Of course ordinary people can do it, but are ordinary people willing to work hard? No matter how poor life is, they can survive with difficulty. And being able to survive is already a kind of happiness."

“Why do I hold a grudge?”

…

Just listen to Zhang Gui's extremely sad voice: "This is my skeleton. Resentment is attached to it. I died because of money and turned into copper coins. They took away my coolie money and turned me into an angry ghost."

Zhang Jingxu was startled, and subconsciously looked at the big pit in front of her again. She was suddenly shocked, but deep sadness filled her heart.

"In that case..."
To be continued...