Chapter 313: Black Bamboo Slip

Clang.

Clang...

Before everyone could catch their breath.

A strange sound came from the corner.

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

This situation.

In families that keep cats and dogs, it is often encountered; this is the begging behavior of cats and dogs when they are hungry.

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

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

In this moment of light and dark.

Next to the ceramic bowl appeared an old man wearing broken clothes, withered and hollow-eyed. The old man turned his head mechanically and looked at everyone foolishly.

"I'm hungry."

"I want to drink pork soup one more time!"

This was Old Li, who died silently in the room! The only warmth he felt in the last moments of his life was the vegetable and pork soup provided by Wu Xian and the others, so much so that he still couldn't forget it after death.

Three ghosts.

Three different ways of appearing.

Brought three rounds of fright to the newcomers.

As for the senior Lotus Juanren...

This kind of fright could only be considered at the hobby level.

Even, they were a bit angry. They had just wiped out countless fierce moonlight monsters, how could they be intimidated by these three little ghosts? Jiang Chun stretched out her hand with a "swish" and grabbed Gao Fushuai's neck. Gao Fushuai, who had a big head and a small body, had his head stifled by this grab.

Old Lady He and Old Li also suddenly extinguished their fire.

The light of the oil lamp gradually became bright, the temperature returned to normal, and the attitude of the three ghosts changed from arrogant to cautious.

This was actually very normal.

The power of ghosts comes from resentment, and these three ghosts didn't have much resentment after being buried normally. Coming to find Wu Xian and the others was just due to the rules in the dark.

Therefore, as long as they were a bit fiercer, they would admit defeat.

Wu Xian let out a long sigh.

"So, you three are here to negotiate conditions with us..."

Wu Xian first looked at Old Man Li: "Old Man Li, the pork soup is gone, but there will be more tomorrow. We will place a basin on your grave so you can drink your fill."

Old Li nodded with satisfaction, a smile appeared on his terrifying face, and then his body gradually disappeared into the darkness, leaving only a worn-out ceramic bowl and six bamboo slips in the bowl.

This old man's request wasn't excessive.

It even sounded a bit pitiful, so Wu Xian and the others definitely had to satisfy it as much as possible.

Then.

Wu Xian looked at Old Lady He.

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

Old Lady He didn't believe Wu Xian's words and retorted in a ghostly tone.

"But... you all buried me."

"If you're buried, you can be dug up again!" Wu Xian said righteously, "You are just temporarily living in that grave now, like staying in a hotel. We don't know when we will go to the Undying City. We can't put your urn and the sauerkraut jar together during this time."

Old Lady He was stunned.

Don't know if she understood or just found a step to get off, in short, she also retreated into the darkness, leaving six bamboo slips next to Wu Xian.

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

It seemed like something was drawn on them.

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

Du E looked at Jiang Chun, who had been covering her face and grabbing ghost objects with her bare hands, and already had the answer in her heart.

Wu Xian looked at Gao Fushuai, a fierce light flowing in his eyes.

"As for your request... it's a bit hard to satisfy."

Gao Fushuai didn't argue with Wu Xian at all. He was grabbed until his head was big, and he disappeared very sensibly, leaving only six black bamboo slips on the ground.

Wu Xian laughed.

"Little Gao gave up feudal dross and chose free love. This is a good thing."

The three ghosts disappeared, the bamboo slips were in hand, and the three tasks tonight were all completed.

Everyone gathered the bamboo slips together.

They found that people who had already taken two bamboo slips couldn't obtain any information even if they held a third bamboo slip, so they could only distribute all the bamboo slips evenly.

When it came to Jiang Chun.

Wen Chao spoke for her, saying that she had already obtained information elsewhere and didn't need to take bamboo slips.

Thus, the ten bamboo slips tonight just happened to cover everyone's information gap. Now everyone had obtained information about 'burial' and 'burial goods'.

As for those eight black bamboo slips, they were a bit puzzling.

On each black bamboo slip, some white lines were outlined with extremely fine white pens, and these lines seemed to be revealing some kind of information.

Wu Xian thought about it.

Felt that this was a puzzle, so he arranged these eight bamboo slips in order and got a picture, which looked like an aerial view of No-Burial Village.

One of the points was pointed to by an arrow, which was the big pit piled with abandoned coffins! Wei Hengbo asked suspiciously: "What does pointing to the big pit mean? Is it telling us that the big pit is not simple? We already knew that."

Su Xuan stared at the eight bamboo slips thoughtfully.

He had handled similar cases. A high-IQ criminal left a puzzle at the crime scene. That puzzle seemed to have only one way to be put together, but if you abandoned the fixed thinking, you would find that depending on the number of puzzle pieces used, the puzzle had several ways to be put together, and each way revealed a piece of information.

"Perhaps these bamboo slips are like this too!"

Su Xuan took the bamboo slips, studied them for a while, checked each bamboo slip back and forth, and then put together a picture with the back.

This picture showed some urns and coffins, and some little people beating gongs and drums carrying these things and walking in one direction.

Wu Xian was startled: "Does this draw what happened when we arrived at No-Burial Village?"

Su Xuan shook his head. He let Wu Xian look from the side of the bamboo slips, only to see that one side of the bamboo slips was drawn with the village, and the other side was drawn with the city.

Wu Xian narrowed his eyes.

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

One picture showed a cross-section of No-Burial Village, showing a spacious road underground in the village, and on another picture, it was still No-Burial Village, only this picture had the sun directly overhead.

These four pictures should be all of the black bamboo slips, at least Su Xuan couldn't put together any more.

Wu Xian closed his eyes and thought.

The content of the four pictures kept changing in his mind, and finally, he integrated the four pictures into a complete piece of information.

"These black bamboo slips are a guide for us!"

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

"Wait until noon, and those people who carried us to No-Burial Village before will carry us to the Undying City again!"

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