Chapter 90 Scholar

It's a night, it's slightly cool at the end of summer, and autumn is beginning to appear.

Inside the somewhat dilapidated Ma family ancestral hall.

A few young men on vigil were sitting at the door, chatting.

"Tell me, he was so good, why is this person gone?"

"Yes, the clan spends so much money every year to feed and take care of the boy. Don't we just hope that he will get a good name and come back to glorify the family?"

"In the end, this kid, who was so good, disappeared!"

"I heard from the old gentleman in the school that this boy's articles are very good. He will definitely be a child student in this exam. In the future, he will be a scholar or even a candidate. I didn't expect him to..."

"It's really strange. The day before yesterday, I saw that he could still eat and drink very well. Why did he disappear all of a sudden? Could it be that he encountered some ghosts and fox spirits, and they secretly sucked away the yang energy?"

"What a ghost fox spirit, don't scare me, kid."

"Don't tell me, I heard that those ghost foxes like the white-faced scholars with thin skin and tender flesh the most."

"Yes, yes, I heard that they fall in love during the day, and turn into beauties at night, and come to have sex with men. They also have a trick called... red sleeves add fragrance!"

"If they come here a few times, not to mention those weak scholars who can't lift their shoulders or lift their hands, even vigorous farm men like us will lose their yang energy and die!"

"No, if those ghost foxes want to absorb people's yang energy, then why are they looking for weak scholars? How much yang energy can they have with their egg-like appearance and silver spears and wax heads?"

"That's right, you should look for men like us, especially me. Every morning when I wake up, I stand tall and have as much yang energy as possible. Isn't it better than those useless pretty boys?"

"Maybe this is what I like."

"Hey, I see, it's all made up by those scholars, so good things like this can only happen to scholars. Honest men like us can only rely on our own hands."

"If there really is a ghost fox beauty coming to my door, I will definitely make her unable to get out of bed!"

"Come on, just..."

The chat between these young people became more and more obscene, and they began to joke regardless of the occasion.

Only a little old man didn't make a fuss. He picked up the wine bowl and took a sip. After the young men calmed down, he said, "You guys, you don't know the heights of the world. Do you really think that the ghost fox theory is false?"

"this……"

Several young people looked at each other and looked at the old man with some confusion: "Master Ba, what do you mean by this? Are there really ghosts, foxes and monsters in the world?"

"Can you be louder?"

Master Ba glared at the man and said a lesson: "Boys, remember, you can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense. As the saying goes, there are gods three feet above your head. Keep a respectful distance from the things involving gods and ghosts!"

"this……"

Seeing him being so serious, several young people felt a little guilty. Only one of them was a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers.

"Master Ba, please stop scaring people. If there really are ghost foxes that suck people's yang energy, then why do they specifically look for white-faced scholars? Don't we farm guys have more yang energy?"

Hearing this, the others also became emboldened and shouted: "That's right, if you don't absorb the yang energy and just have a handsome face, then what's so scary about ghost foxes? I can't wait for them to come and be my wife!"

"What do you know?"

Master Ba rolled his eyes at a few people: "The ghost fox is looking for the scholar not only for the stranger's yang energy, but also for the scholar's literary spirit."

Everyone was curious: "What kind of literary spirit?"

"I'm not so sure either."

Master Ba shook his head: "But I heard from the old people in the past that some scholars who read a lot and have good knowledge have a literary spirit, and those ghosts, foxes and ghosts are very good at inhaling it, so they always like to find scholars. When the scholars are gone, they will I will look for you young men and suck your yang energy..."

Seeing his serious look, several young people looked at each other and became a little scared.

"Master Ba, don't scare us!"

"That's it!"

"I think that kid is probably suffering from some serious illness and will die from it."

"Yes, yes, I saw the corpse. His face and body were twitching and deformed. He must have died of epilepsy."

Several people followed the instructions and avoided the topic of ghost foxes.

Mr. Ba smiled coldly: "Now you know you are afraid, you should be more careful in the future. Besides..."

As he said that, he looked back at the ancestral hall, and then asked a few people: "Do you know why the clan leader asked me and you to watch the corpse at night?"

"this……"

Several people looked at each other in confusion.

Master Ba shook his head and said faintly: "People who die so violently can't hold their breath, and it's stuck in their throats. If one thing goes wrong, they will..."

"What will it do?"

Everyone swallowed and looked at him nervously: "That's what you said!"

"It will transform into a corpse!"

Ba Ye smiled sinisterly, showing his yellow teeth: "Do you know what corpse transformation is...?"

"Wow!"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a sound behind him.

Mr. Ba's expression froze and he froze on the spot.

Several young people were also stunned for a moment, then they raised their heads and followed the sound. They suddenly looked horrified and pointed at the ancestral hall behind Master Ba. They opened their mouths wide but could not utter a single word. They stood there, shaking like chaff.

Seeing how these people looked like this, Master Ba shuddered and yelled quickly: "Smelly, stinky boy, stop making trouble, you want to scare people to death at night..."

"The corpse has transformed!"

Before he finished speaking, several young men screamed, turned around and ran, rushing out of the door.

"!!!"

Master Ba's body twitched, and he turned around with difficulty, only to see a person who was originally lying on the horizontal board in the ancestral hall, sitting up at this moment.

This made Master Ba immediately turn pale, his legs softened and he sat on the ground. Then he propped up his body in panic and ran out rolling and crawling.

"Zombie, the corpse has transformed, come quickly, help!"

…

In the ancestral hall, on the horizontal board, Xu Yang frowned and pressed his temple with one hand. He felt a sharp pain in his head and his memory was in chaos, as if someone had split his head open and torn his soul apart.

what happened?

What happened to the original owner that he was so seriously injured that not even the power of his soul from Dream Butterfly could completely heal his injuries?

Xu Yang sat on the horizontal board, holding his head with both hands and pressing his temples with his fingers, trying to relieve the pain, but it had no effect.

In desperation, he didn't care about the surrounding situation and directly used the martial arts mind method.

In the real world, cultivation techniques basically have methods for cultivating the soul. After Xu Yang integrated it into the martial arts, he finally made up for the major flaw in martial arts cultivation that it was difficult to cultivate the soul before concentrating.

The severe pain in his head now should not be a simple physical injury, but a soul injury.

Xu Yangzhuang Zhou Mengdie did not seize the body in the conventional sense. He received not only the body, but also the soul. Therefore, the soul injury that caused the death of the "original owner" also affected him at this moment.

Xu Yang hugged his head and practiced the martial arts silently. He didn't know how long it took before the severe pain in his mind gradually disappeared.

"Ho, ho!"

At this time, he was sweating profusely, his face was pale, and he looked like he had been fished out of the water.

At the same time, a stream of incomplete, chaotic and abnormal memory information also emerged in his mind.

His name is Ma Wencai, a native of Guobei County, Jinhua Prefecture, Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Both his parents died when he was young, leaving him alone and helpless. Fortunately, he is talented and intelligent, and he is good at studying. Therefore, he was raised by the clan and joined the clan to learn reading. If you perform well, you will receive a monthly supply of grain and rice.

He knew it was hard, and he was even more eager to learn. He really "didn't hear what was going on outside the window, and devoted himself to studying the books of sages", hoping to gain fame and stand out.

In this way, he worked hard and finally grew up and could take the scientific examination.

But he didn't expect that just before the county examination, he actually...

What happened?

Xu Yang didn't know either.

The incomplete memory is interrupted, and the chaotic information is lost.

He died, but he didn't know why or why he died.

There is not even a memory before death, as if a piece of the soul has been torn apart.

This made Xu Yang frown and feel uneasy.

Although he lacked memory information, he was still certain that the death of the original owner was no accident.

It’s man-made!

Someone was plotting against him.

Now that he is back from the dead, the other party will definitely not be willing to accept it if he knows it, and will definitely look for opportunities to attack again.

Judging from the original owner's chaotic memory and the strange injuries on his body, his murderer definitely possessed extraordinary power.

Therefore, his current situation is very dangerous. The opponent may attack again at any time, and as a weak scholar with no strength, he has no power to resist or protect himself.

What to do?

Xu Yang frowned nervously and had no solution for the moment.

It’s not that he is ignorant, but it’s because the enemy is exposed and we are hidden, and the situation is unclear. In this situation where the information is completely unequal, a wise man is as helpless as a skillful woman when faced with a meal without straw.

"Take a step first and watch one step at a time. If it doesn't work, you can flee in disguise. Stay away from the place of right and wrong for the time being!"

In the end, Xu Yang had no choice but to push up his tired and weak body and walk out of the ancestral hall.

At this moment...

"Hurry up!"

"Surround this place!"

"Don't let him get away!"

A large group of people came with torches and surrounded the ancestral hall.

Xu Yang stopped and looked outside.

I saw a group of people carrying prongs, bucket lids and other items, cautiously walked into the ancestral hall, and shouted to him from a distance.

"Wen, Wencai, is it you?"

"..."

Xu Yang looked at them, quickly figured out the situation, and immediately said: "It's me, the clan leader. I'm not dead, and I haven't transformed into a corpse. Don't get excited, be careful of accidental injuries."

"this……"

"Can you still speak?"

"There's really no corpse transformation. The dead are alive?"

"Maybe it's a talking corpse!"

"Try again, if it doesn't work, burn him with fire."

Everyone in the Ma clan was still a little worried after hearing this, and they didn't even dare to step forward.

Finally, the clan leader said: "Well, Wencai, it's not that we don't believe you, it's really this kind of thing... Anyway, please feel sorry for yourself and stay here honestly. We will come to pick you up at dawn tomorrow."

"no problem."

Xu Yang nodded and said without any nonsense: "But can you throw me some food? I'm a little hungry."

"No problem, just wait!"

"..."

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