I fished out corpses in Wuding River to extract entries

Back home, Dashun was still in the room and didn't know what he was busy with.

There was no sign of Xie Que's return, but when it was almost midnight, he was asked to collect the corpse together.

A few days later, Xie Que didn't get any entries that could enhance his strength, but his improvement in martial arts never stopped.

Compared to Yan Qing Fist, Xie Que prefers simple boxing techniques like Killing Whale Ba Fist.

It doesn't pay attention to technique or anything else. It just relies on strength to crush the enemy.

Seeing that his adopted son had been able to improve his boxing skills based on his own physical condition, Dad threw a bunch of books on martial arts theory tools to him.

He had personally seen Xie Que step by step, starting from scratch and getting to where he is now. He knew that what Xie Que lacked the most was this kind of theoretical knowledge.

Xie Que was also like a dry sponge, absorbing all the theoretical knowledge in the book into his brain.

Human body, medicine, strength, energy...

Xie Que had to admit that even in a world with extraordinary power, there would still be people who looked at the world from a scientific perspective.

Although these warriors are no match for the real Daoist masters, their efforts from generation to generation have laid the foundation of martial arts extremely solidly.

The rich theoretical knowledge not only broadened Xie Que's horizons, but could also be used to integrate martial arts.

The sky was getting colder and colder, and there were several unclaimed bodies piled up in the morgue.

To worship the God of Crossing the River, Dashun and Xie Que piled wood, burned the bones one by one, collected the ashes and packed them in small boxes.

After being installed, according to Dashun's instructions, it needs to be sent to the cemetery in Lihuaba for burial.

Originally, these ashes were usually scattered into the Wuding River, which was a way for the body retrievers to "return the corpse to its roots".

But in the Zhou Dynasty, the first month after autumn every year was the month when the gates of ghosts were opened. The souls of the dead returned to the world, either to visit relatives or to fulfill their wishes.

Scattering the ashes into the river will cause the innocent souls in the river to compete for food and cause unnecessary trouble.

Xie Que held these urns in his hands alone and when he went to the cemetery and passed outside the village, he saw the shrine again.

The shrine has been repaired for quite some time, but nothing ominous seems to have happened.

Xie Que could smell the gentle incense from more than ten meters away.

Not only the families who built the shrine worshiped every day, but also couples from poor families in the same village often came to donate incense.

Since it was daytime, Xie Que could see the appearance of the statue of Song Zigong through the candles burning inside without getting closer.

The statue is carved from wood and looks like a chubby man holding two babies, a boy and a girl.

Xie Que's expression condensed and he realized that his image was not similar to the one in Wang Cuiyu's memory.

In Wang Cuiyu's memory, Song Zigong is an image of an old man as thin as a bamboo pole holding a baby in his arms.

Could it be that there are more than one of these gifted sons?

Xie Que's eyes narrowed, and he felt an inexplicable palpitation coming from nowhere. A gloomy and cold feeling suddenly spread from his tailbone and gradually spread throughout his body.

He suddenly felt like a stressed cat, and the hairs all over his body immediately stood up.

Throwing all the urns on the ground, he pulled out the dog-leg knife from his waist and slashed towards his wrist without hesitation.

The blood dripped, and the cold feeling instantly receded like a tide. Xie Que immediately took a deep breath, and his energy and blood suddenly burst out with all his strength.

The temperature of the whole body began to rise rapidly, reaching a level where ordinary people would scream as if it was too hot at the slightest touch.

Although I don’t know why, there must be something wrong with this statue.

Although the cold feeling just now could not guess what happened, he also knew that it was not a good thing.

Xie Que dripped the blood from his hand on the guillotine soul, and the dog-legged knife suddenly turned red.

Several strange sounds came from the woods on one side. Xie Que suddenly kicked the ground and flew past like a cannonball.

The branches, leaves, and dust on the ground were quickly pushed away, and a dark creature climbed up from it. It screamed before Xie Que landed.

Xie Que was immediately dizzy and sluggish, but the guillotine in his hand inexplicably tightened the wound in his hand, and the pain made Xie Que get rid of the discomfort.

After taking Xie Que to see clearly, he realized that the creature in front of him was a mule.

"It's the mule again."

The mule's hair is dark and soft, and after shaking off the dust on its body, it is even more shiny and reflective.

Xie Que was not afraid, and immediately took a step forward, holding a knife in his right hand, and struck with the concentrated whale-killing fist in his left hand.

The mule raised its front hooves, and after dodging the blow, Xie Que was about to hit him with another punch.

After it took a real punch from Xie Que, it knew that this entering warrior should not be underestimated.

The mule's hooves neighed and black hair flew out. The mule was in great pain and immediately started fighting with Xie Que.

It raised its front hooves and looked like a warrior.

But soon Xie Que thought wrongly. The mule spirit just put on an empty air and kicked towards him with its hard front hooves.

The physical strength of the Mule Spirit is extremely strong, and it can almost suppress Xie Que and beat him. However, Xie Que did not take all the attacks arrogantly, relying on his body's flexibility and lightness to avoid many attacks.

Suddenly, a large sword with a ring head flew out from nowhere and landed on the ground beside him.

The mule spirit who was originally fighting with Xie Que suddenly became like a frightened mouse and fled away desperately. Xie Que's attacks landed on him one after another but could not hinder his escape.

A hot feeling swept through Xie Que's body, and the sword with a ring-head inserted in the ground disappeared.

The miserable screams of the mule spirit echoed for miles around, and many villagers were instantly stunned.

"God is kind enough to give you three breaths to escape." A clear yet mature voice sounded, and the mule spirit began to rush out desperately.

When Xie Que saw this, he also wanted to chase after it and entangle it, but the mule spirit was like crazy. Instead of wrapping around the tree, he smashed it directly.

This made him a little helpless. The speed was beyond what he could catch up with.

A screeching sound sounded, like the sound of the blade rubbing against the scabbard, accompanied by the ferocious braying of a donkey spirit.

The scorching feeling like fire oppressed Xie Que, and he had no choice but to collect the energy and blood around his body.

Xie Que took a few steps outside and found that it was the body of Mule Jing, with his body and head separated.

Next to the mule spirit's body was a female swordsman with an extremely good figure.

It's just that the other party lowered the brim of his hat so that his true appearance couldn't be seen.

"It is considered good for an entry warrior to be able to contend with this monster for so long." The swordsman nodded and recognized Xie Que's strength.

"Thank you, senior." Xie Que thanked him. If it weren't for this swordsman, although he would not have been defeated, both sides would have suffered losses.

The swordsman nodded, then sheathed his sword and turned to leave.

Just when Xie Que was about to ask the other party's name, the swordsman had already disappeared.

Secretly taking note of the opponent's body shape and clothing, Xie Que's mind moved and he hid the mule's body inside, preparing to pick it up later after delivering the ashes.

The conjecture in my mind gradually took shape. It seemed that this so-called gift of son-in-law was really an organized ghost scam.

But why they are all mules is something Xie Que can't figure out.