I am immortal in history

Su Mingyuan came to Chunfeng Tower and saw only a cold corpse.

The clothes were torn and scarred.

"This is her body contract. If I had known this, I wouldn't have delayed it."

The old madam took out a mahogany box and sighed: "There are many girls in the building who seem to have met a good family, but nine times out of ten they are cheating people and making money."

"Master Su, please don't blame me. I just want to test your sincerity!"

There were several girls standing next to them. They were usually good friends with Miss Su, but they couldn't help crying when they heard what the Madam said.

"Thank you."

Su Mingyuan didn't care whether they were sincere or not. He opened the wooden box and took out the birth deed without touching the redemption money.

He took out a handkerchief from his arms, originally planning to give it to Miss Su as a gift, but now he used it to cover his face, picked up the body and left Chunfeng Tower.

After a while.

Li Ping'an heard a knock on the door and opened the door to see Su Mingyuan, whose eyes were lifeless. He glanced at the woman's body and guessed who it was even though he couldn't see her face.

"I am sorry for your loss."

There is a coffin and tombstone in the mortuary, and a stonemason was hired from the street to carve the words.

——The tomb of his late wife Su Xiaoyue, Su Men, on the eighth day of July in the thirty-ninth year of Jianwu.

Li Ping'an didn't know Su Xiaoyue's full name until now, and asked after putting her to death.

"What are you going to do?"

"I failed again this spring."

Su Mingyuan's tone was full of helplessness. Even if he knew who his enemy was, the poor civilians had no hope of revenge and would only die in vain.

Li Ping'an patted him on the shoulder, purely to comfort him, without any disdain.

This is the choice of ordinary people.

Su Mingyuan called a funeral car, loaded the coffin, tombstone, paper money, and asked the driver to take it to the mass grave outside the city.

Li Ping'an reminded: "Mr. Su, you can keep the spirit here for a few days, and then take it and bury it directly. Something unknown may happen..."

Su Xiaoyue was obviously tortured during her lifetime, and she died with her eyes closed and full of resentment.

According to Yan Chixiao, in addition to being obsessed with revenge, ghosts also hate any living person, including relatives and friends who were alive.

"Unknown..."

Su Mingyuan asked, "Isn't that a good thing?"

Li Ping'an was slightly startled and felt that it made sense. Revenge that could not be avenged by the living could be avenged by the dead.

at dusk.

Yan Chixiao returned to the mortuary with a serious expression.

"After being guided by the layman, Yan went to Qianyuan Street and found that the people there were full of ghost energy!"

"What is ghost energy?"

Li Ping'an is very curious about demons and monsters, not because he wants to conquer them, but because he wants to truly understand them so that he can save his life if he encounters them in the future.

Yan Chixiao explained: "Ghost Qi is the Yin Qi refined by fierce ghosts. It is similar to martial arts Qi, but it is more weird and difficult to deal with. If a stranger is contaminated, Yin and Yang will be out of balance, and both Qi and blood will be weakened."

Li Ping'an asked curiously: "The Taoist master can catch ghosts and subjugate demons. Is he a legendary cultivator of immortality?"

"There is no way to cultivate immortality in this world. It is all fabricated by Buddhism and Taoism to deceive believers!"

Yan Chixiao mocked mercilessly, not caring at all that he was a Taoist priest.

"Yan first strengthened his body, and then practiced his Qi. He killed many demons and ghosts, but he never heard of anyone who was truly cultivating immortality."

Li Ping'an said in surprise: "Is there still a fake thing about cultivating immortals?"

Yan Chixiao nodded and said: "Those demons such as the Maitreya Sect and the White Lotus Sect, who rely on strange magic to pretend to be gods and ghosts, draw talismans and drive away ghosts, aren't they just immortals in the eyes of the people?"

"Indeed."

Li Ping'an felt a little at ease.

If there were gods in this world, it would be bad news for him.

Maybe the gods and gods swept across the capital and pulled Li Ping'an out to make elixirs, or the immortals were fighting in the sky, and the aftermath fell on the ground, and Li Ping'an died in confusion.

Or maybe just by counting, Jianmu Zhi can no longer be hidden.

"Thank you for clarifying my doubts. Regarding Qianyuan Street... the Taoist priest can knock out a government servant at night, and you will know the origin of the ghost if you ask."

Li Ping'an reciprocated by helping Yan Chixiao catch ghosts.

"Taoist Priest, a friend came here during the day and directly buried the family members who died unjustly. Will there be any accident?"

"Where is he buried?"

Yan Chixiao said: "Some places with sinister Yin veins are not suitable for burial. If the person died unjustly, it is very likely that the body will be raised."

"Mass graves outside the city."

"That's okay."

Yan Chixiao said: "The mass grave chosen by the Holy Ancestor is a natural sunny place. Otherwise, hundreds of millions of corpses would have been buried, and a shocking change would have happened long ago!"

Li Pingan put down his worries, but felt a little empty.

The Holy Ancestor's original intention may have been good, so that there would be less ghosts causing chaos in the world.

However, those who died unjustly were put into the mortuary and buried in mass graves, and lost the final opportunity for revenge. I don't know whether it is fair or unfair.

…

Mass graves.

The dark wind whimpered and howled.

Due to the large number of fresh corpses buried in the past two years, a large group of crows have been fed.

Pulling-

Quack quack——

Perhaps eating too many dead people made the crow no longer afraid of living people. It opened its red eyes and let out a strange cry of joy when it saw the funeral car coming.

Click!

Su Mingyuan dug up another skeleton. Looking at the tattered prison uniform, it might be that of a corrupt official who had been chopped down years ago.

"Everything you have done during your lifetime will turn you into a lonely ghost after your death!"

Standing high on the mass grave, looking around in all directions.

Nobles and nobles have been buried here, and traitors and traitors have been buried here. I don’t know if they were talking nonsense in the middle of the night, whether they were talking about government affairs or scolding the dog emperor!

There are really a few lines of names in Qing history and countless barren hills in Beimang.

Su Mingyuan sighed for a moment, then moved to a different place and continued digging. However, he found the corpse of the prisoner again not too deep.

The driver urged him several times, but seeing that he was still stubbornly looking for a place, he unloaded the coffin and tombstone and drove back to the city.

"I don't have the ability to avenge you. I have to find a pure place no matter what. If I die in the future, please help my brother Ping An dig a hole and bury us together as husband and wife!"

When Su Mingyuan got tired of digging, he sat beside the coffin and muttered. After resting, he continued digging.

Night falls.

The moonlight was cold and cold, shining on the ground, as if it were covered with a layer of pale white.

The mass graves are becoming increasingly cold, desolate, and desolate. The bare bones on the ground and the dark coffins are filled with the heaviness and depression of death.

Su Mingyuan dug a hole and read a book at UU www.uukanshu.net. At some point, he finally found a pure land.

The bones in the soil were old and rotten, so they were probably not newly buried corpses. The owner had already reincarnated, so he would not disturb his wife's eternal sleep.

Clean the dead bones, bury them with soil, erect monuments and burn paper...

Su Mingyuan mechanically waved the shovel, and he lost all consciousness, and finally lay down on the ground from exhaustion.

Looking at the cold moon, I suddenly felt that it would be nice to die immediately.

"It is said that this burial ground was opened by the Holy Ancestor. Those heroes and heroes will be nothing more than a handful of loess thousands of years later. What's more, a small person like me is just a passer-by in heaven and earth, the dust of history!"

"What's the point of living?"

"I might as well crash to death in front of the tombstone to show that the husband and wife are loyal to each other and fulfill the vow of living and dying together."

"Someone saw my bones, spread the story, and compiled it into a storybook or drama. Maybe I can live longer..."

Su Mingyuan's thoughts were confused, his soul consciousness was out of body, floating and wandering wantonly.

Quack quack——

The piercing strange scream woke up Su Mingyuan. He opened his eyes suddenly and found that it was already dark.

A crow stood on the face, its black eyes moving around, as if it was looking at where to bite. When it saw the corpse suddenly come to life, it flew away in fright.

Su Mingyuan stood up with a shovel and said goodbye to his wife. Before leaving, he caught a glimpse of the pile of dead bones next to the grave.

"What's this?"

There was an animal skin package mixed among the withered bones. It was dark last night and I was so tired that I was dizzy and dizzy. I didn't find it until now.

Su Mingyuan opened the animal skin and found a letter inside.

After a while.

A burst of cheerful laughter echoed through the mass grave, scaring early morning passers-by to take a detour. It didn't take long for rumors to spread that the cemetery was haunted.