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The night watchman walked up to West Street and tremblingly stopped in front of the shadow where Gao Ming was hiding.

"It's the first watch of the night. The weather is dry. Be careful of fire."

The first watch is probably from 19:00 to 21:00 in reality. Of course, Gao Ming is not paying attention to these things now. The old night watchman has already found him. The gong sounded in his ears, as if to shake his soul out of his body.

Gao Ming retreated, resisting the discomfort. He left the place and found that the place where he had just stayed was full of dirt. After the gong sounded, dirt kept falling on his clothes.

"What is this?" Gao Ming rubbed the dirt with his fingers and found that there was rice paste mixed in it. He realized something and turned his head to look at the land temple not far away.

The outer wall of the land temple on West Street was smeared with yellow mud mixed with rice paste. The dirt on Gao Ming's body seemed to be related to the land temple. As the dirt fell, he felt a lot lighter and the invisible sense of oppression was reduced a little, as if he had a person lying on his shoulders and now put him down.

After shaking off the dirt from his clothes, Gao Ming found that the God of Land in the Land Temple had lost his smile, and his blurred face had changed. The prayer beads around him were soaked in blood, and something seemed to be crawling out from under the thick incense ash.

"Did the God in the Land Temple attack me? When did I get attacked?" Gao Ming's heart was pounding wildly. He was full of blood and energy. Ordinary ghosts dared not approach him, but he was the best sacrifice for ghosts and gods, especially his heart that was burning like a raging fire.

On the altars on both sides of the statue of the Land Temple, the extinguished wax was ignited, and the flames distorted the face of the statue.

There seemed to be snakes crawling under the bricks of West Street, and some poisonous insects flashed between the bricks. Gao Ming vaguely felt that the clay sculpture sitting in the temple seemed to be a little closer to him.

"Bang!"

The gong sounded again.

"The first watch at the hour of Xu, the weather is dry, be careful of fire and candles."

The old voice came from the night watchman, and the candlelight in the Land Temple dimmed a little, and wisps of black smoke came out.

The night watchman seemed to be reminding the land temple of something, and it seemed that he had used his ability. The originally angry land temple slowly calmed down, the candles went out, and West Street fell into darkness again.

Gao Ming felt touched by something, and the night watchman's Yin flag swept across his face, as if asking him to leave quickly.

"Are there still good people in Zhemeng Town?" Gao Ming thought that the town was full of ghosts and monsters, but the night watchman seemed to symbolize the only order in the town. He did not hesitate and quickly followed the night watchman.

Trembling and leaving West Street, the night watchman only had a burning incense stick in his head facing Gao Ming, as if wondering why Gao Ming didn't leave?

Gao Ming obviously misunderstood the night watchman's meaning. The night watchman wanted to remind him that there was danger outside and to find a house to hide and save his life, but Gao Ming followed the night watchman honestly and followed the other's steps.

The night watchman walked and stopped, and looked back every few steps to "look" at Gao Ming. The other party obviously had no facial features, and there was only a stick of incense in his hollowed-out head, but Gao Ming saw confusion and confusion from the other party.

Gao Ming didn't know what he looked like in the other person's eyes. He wanted to follow the old night watchman around the town to find out what buildings there were in this place and see if he could meet Bai Huang.

Zhemeng Town doesn't look big from the outside. Only after entering it will you find that it is very complicated inside, with twists and turns, and various residential buildings piled together. There is no plan. Ordinary people will definitely get lost if they come in for the first time.

Memorizing the route map in his mind, Gao Ming silently followed the old night watchman from West Street to the alley in the northeast corner.

Entering the dark alley, Gao Ming suddenly felt very cold, and the lantern on the night watchman's waist also dimmed a little.

The burning incense in his head was about to burn out, and the night watchman's body trembled more violently, and it seemed that he couldn't even hold the gong steadily.

"The night watchman's power may come from the incense in his head. When he confronts the land god, the incense will burn very quickly." Gao Ming secretly observed the night watchman. Normally, one incense stick is enough for the night watchman to walk through the whole town, but he extinguished the remaining candles in the land temple on West Street, causing the incense to burn too quickly.

Stepping on the black mud on the ground, he felt his way to the depths of the alley. The night watchman pushed open the ordinary wooden door and almost fell to the ground.

His body trembled even more violently, and he raised his hand to point at the main hall, as if to let Gao Ming go first.

This place is so strange, Gao Ming dared not enter the room casually, he didn't even dare to enter the threshold, ready to retreat at any time.

"Bang!"

The gong fell to the ground, making a sound, and the night watchman seemed to have difficulty even standing, and he kept pointing at the main hall.

Gnashing his teeth, Gao Ming made up his mind to buy over the threshold and walked into the main hall.

Yin Qi swept over his body, and the cold wind through the hall made him sober instantly, and his eyes were round as he looked at everything in front of him.

There was a black wooden altar in the main hall, and wooden cages were pressed on it like a mountain, and tablets were placed layer by layer.

"The town's ancestral hall is in the north, and the night watchman just led me past the front of the ancestral hall. What's the matter with this tablet hidden in his house?"

In front of the tablet on the altar was a bowl of soil, with a handful of unlit incense stuck on it.

After carrying the fallen watchman into the house, Gao Ming found that the watchman looked tall but not heavy.

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Holding the altar with both hands, the old watchman was almost dying, and he kowtowed several times before he stretched his head in front of the "incense burner" with the help of Gao Ming.

He used the dying incense in his head to light a stick of incense in the bowl, and then led Gao Ming to kowtow several times before taking the incense with both hands and inserting it into his own head.

The whole process was extremely strange. The old man seemed to have successfully extended his life. His body stopped shaking, and he was surrounded by smoke. He slowly calmed down.

Words of thanks to the ancestors came from his chest and abdomen. He knelt on the ground for a long time before getting up, slowly turned around, and his hollowed-out head was facing Gao Ming.

"Do you want to be a night watchman?" The old voice came from the old man's chest and abdomen, and rang directly in Gao Ming's ears: "There were originally two night watchmen in the town. I took the gong and he took the bang. We worked together and knocked while walking. But he was killed some time ago. Huang Xian offered his head to the river god, and his body was divided by the townspeople."

Gao Ming was silent. He firmly believed that pie would not fall from the sky. Every transformation method in this town would cost a lot.

"The night watchman patrols the town at night. Gods and ghosts are not offended. There are no taboos. If you become a night watchman, at least you can settle down here." The old man spoke earnestly, as if he had no malice.

"Then how did your companion get killed?"

"He didn't want to continue, lost his incense, and lost his way." The old man didn't seem to want to talk more. After changing the new incense, he was in a much better state. He bent down and took out a wooden box from under the altar: "Your blood is like the sun, you can't hide in the dark night, the ghosts and gods will find you sooner or later. Only by being a night watchman and being blessed by your ancestors can you survive in the town."

As he spoke, the old man opened the box and took out a knife for digging the face and a plane for digging the bones. He spread out a piece of cloth that had been used for a long time. The original color of the cloth could no longer be seen. It was all blood and solidified patches.

"Are you willing to be a night watchman?"