Let’s Talk About That Guy Who Transmigrated to Pursue Me

Because Wen Xuan insisted on staying, after the three of them returned to the small town, Daoren Sun found a place for them.

Such a small town is no better than a city. It rarely entertains outsiders, so there is no place like an inn. But this was not a problem. Sun Daoren only gave up some money, so he found a family in the village, rented a few empty houses, and settled the three of them smoothly.

Simple mood was a little depressed, as soon as he entered the house, he withdrew into his room to rest.

Wen Xuan wanted to call him together, but as soon as he opened his lips, he felt that there was something blocked in his throat and couldn't open his mouth. He hopes to have a simple company, and feels that this investigation may involve some bad facts, it is better to be alone. After hesitating, he shook his head and sighed, and finally went out alone.

When I entered the town center, the scene I saw was not much different from when I came. It was still a group of children playing in the street, and there were still a few people resting under the trees.

Not all of them were those of yesterday. But Wen Xuan took a closer look, and the middle-aged man he asked yesterday was still among them. He seemed to be a idler.

Wen Xuan walked over. The man looked up, his tone a little bit sour, "Where is that old horse?"

This is dissatisfied that Sun Daoren stopped him to make money yesterday.

Wen Xuan shook his head and didn't say anything. He just took out a little bit of silver from his arms and handed it over, "I still have something to ask."

Cultivators generally don't use gold and silver, but in such places, gold and silver are better than spirit stones. As soon as the middle-aged man saw this bit of silver, his eyes straightened, his eyebrows opened and he smiled, and his hands quickly grabbed it.

But Wen Xuan's speed was faster. Before the hands were caught, Wen Xuan squeezed his fist and held the silver in his palm, "I want to know more about the female ghost mentioned yesterday."

The man reluctantly retracted his hands and smashed his mouth with regret, his eyes still fixed on Wenxuan's fist, "The master, since you already know that it is a female ghost, you still want to ask. What?"

"I want to check her life."

As soon as the words came out, the middle-aged man was taken aback, and he immediately moved his gaze away from Wen Xuan's hand, looked at Wen Xuan's face, and his expression was a little dazed. Of course he should be dumbfounded. He was clearly not born when the female ghost was entrenched on the mountain. Wen Xuan actually asked him to inquire about this kind of thing. It was really the wrong person.

But Wenxuan has its own plans. He knows that a person like this can give him a way to find the answer even if he can't give him the answer.

Sure enough, the middle-aged man only struggled for a while before he had an idea, pretending to smile calmly, "Although I can't tell you directly, I know who can tell you."

Wen Xuan nodded, and gave the broken silver in his hand directly without any further consideration.

The middle-aged man took it very happily, and stood up to lead the way for Wenxuan, and soon came to a rather old house.

An old man lives in the house. This old man is nothing special, just old.

Want to answer Wen Xuan's question, old, but it is an inevitable condition.

"Uncle Zhao!" The middle-aged man knocked on the door, called the old man out, and introduced to Wenxuan, "Although there are many older people in town, most of them are a bit old and confused. Uncle Zhao is a rare sober one. He must be able to say a few things you want to know."

As he said, he winked at the old man, probably because of how generous Wen Xuan's shot was.

Old man Zhao understood, and immediately smiled warmly, "What does the Taoist master want to ask?"

This person is about 60 or 70 years old, only about ten years older than Wen Xuan. But as a mortal, this is already an age that not everyone can live. Although Lao Zhao's expression was sober, his face inevitably showed a lot of aging.

"Just the female ghost in that mountain." The middle-aged person replied for Wenxuan, "Do you know what the Daoist wants to inquire about her life?"

As soon as he said this, Old Man Zhao was obviously surprised.

After a while, he suppressed his surprise, showing a subtle expression, seeming to be reminiscing something. It was really an unbearable memory, and Zhao Laoer's expression gradually became sad.

Seeing his reaction, Wen Xuan secretly said that there was a way, and his expression was a little solemn. To be honest, he was a little nervous and uneasy about what he was about to hear next. But he also knew that he couldn't avoid checking those facts.

I don't know how long it took, and Zhao Laoer finally sighed, "She... always listens to the screams of people, women, and ghosts, but she hasn't been mentioned for many years before she was alive."

"Do you know him?" Wen Xuan asked quickly, "when she was alive?"

"It's easy to say it's from the same town. Although it's not familiar, there is always something to see when you look up and lower your head." Zhao Laoer said, "What does the Taoist want to know?"

For a moment, Wen Xuan didn't know where to ask, so he had to say, "Let's talk about it casually."

Zhao Lao'er started talking about it from the beginning.

"At that time, she was as old as I was, and she was already a flower in the town. How many boys saw her eyes straightened, but it's a pity..." He shook his head and pointed to his mouth, "I'm dumb."

Sure enough, he was dumb. Wen Xuan couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Zhao Lao'er has forgotten her surname and her first name, only remember that people in the town called her dumb flower. Dumbhua has a father and two elder brothers in her family. His mother died early, and she has suffered from childhood. Her father didn't care about her either, and was always bullied by her two brothers.

"But until then, she still lived a human life." Zhao Lao'er said here, there was a kind of fear in his expression, and his tone was a little trembling. "Until then, at that time, that thing suddenly came from the mountain. Turning over and breaking into the town, that thing..."

He trembled all over, and his speech was speechless, "That, that monster!"

Wen Xuan quickly poured him a cup of tea. Lao Zhao drank it and finally calmed down.

"The sky demon?" Wen Xuan asked.

"I don't know what the sky demon is not the sky demon, that is the head monster." Zhao Lao'er said with a pale face, "cannibal monster."

Zhao Laoer tried to describe the appearance of the demon that day, but the memory was nothing short of a nightmare, and the final description was also a mess. Wen Xuan only heard roughly that it was a blue monster, huge in size, worthy of three black bears, covered in scales and armor. The sharp horns on the head of the sky demon and the pair of sharp teeth on the lips also repeatedly appeared in Zhao Lao'er's narration, which obviously left a very strong shadow on this old man.

"There was a hole in that mountain originally." Zhao Laoer pointed to the snow mountain, "At that time, it was occupied by the monster and used it as a nest."

Wen Xuan nodded, he knew the cave.

Zhao Lao'er's next sentence changed Wen Xuan's face slightly, "The monster caught the people in the town, tore them up, and stuffed them all in the cave. Half of the cave was filled with blood. Ah meat and paste together."

What a terrible picture is that? Wen Xuan couldn't help recalling what he saw in that cave, recalling the dark mountain walls and ground, and his face was a little pale.

"This nightmare lasted for more than a year, more than a whole year!" Zhao Laoer became excited again, "At that time, we had no choice but to run around and hide everywhere, but one by one was caught by it! His younger brother, my father, and my uncle were all caught by it! Until that day, two immortals found here and helped us kill that monster..."

Speaking of this, Zhao Lao'er almost cried, "I finally found their bodies, right in that cave, scattered all over..."

Wen Xuan kept calming him and tried to guess the relationship between this terrible memory and the female ghost, "Could it be that she was at that time..."

"I was arrested." Zhao Laoer gave an affirmative answer, "I was arrested with her father. Later, we also found her father's body, which was also scattered and mixed with other people, almost Can't tell."

Wen Xuan looked solemnly, "Since death is so bleak, it is really not a wonder that the soul stays in the place of death for so long."

"Does the Daoist mean that dumb flower?" Zhao Lao'er heard it, but showed a strange expression, "This is wrong, she didn't die at that time."

Wen Xuan was taken aback.

"The men and the youngest in the town who were directly torn apart by that monster beast were all the men and youngest in the town." Zhao Laoer told Wenxuan, "As for the girls in those days, although they were all stuffed into the cave, most A whole body was left, some even survived."

"This..." Wen Xuan felt weird at first, and was about to ask, but then reacted, his face changed drastically.

Sure enough, Zhao Laoer sighed and shook his head, "It's just their experience...No one can tell if it's better to be torn apart. Even those who are finally saved, Several were unbearable and committed suicide in a short time."

Wen Xuan clenched his fists in his sleeves, as expected.

The descendants of the sky demon not only grabbed the people in the town, but also arrested the young women to commit adultery. It was really heinous and heinous. Thanks to Chu Lian and Ye Shengge who arrived in time to eradicate such evil demon from the world, it is a great merit.

"As for the dumb flower, she survived at that time, but she lived for less than two years." Zhao Laoer said at last, "After all, she has had that kind of experience...After that, she was a little crazy, plus her father died. The two elder brothers angered her again and bullied her more vigorously. Finally one day, she was found dead in a ravine and just left."

This story came to an end here. The life of the female ghost dumb flower is very simple, but very bleak, which makes people embarrassed.

Wen Xuan thought of the meeting in the cave before, and his heart felt heavy.

"But her life ended like that in the end, and it's not a bad thing." Zhao Lao'er smiled bitterly with emotion, "It's a relief anyway."

Wen Xuan looked at this wry smile, but suddenly felt wrong.

This story is wrong.

If death is really a relief, she cannot be a ghost and stay in the world. If everything is really that simple, there will be no way to explain her obsession, nor can she explain her weird behavior in the cave. What could make her persistent in such a bleak life?

Although the old man in front of him said a lot, he seemed to be hiding something.

Wen Xuan thought a lot at this moment, wondering what could reasonably explain all this. Then he stared at Zhao Laoer's eyes and asked the last question.

"Have she ever left a child?"