Although Chen Xuedao was an earth monster, his temperament was extremely staunch, and he still refused to pay the toll. He ordered his three sons and daughters to lead ten cavalry to charge into battle and kill the bandits.

In the evening, the sky suddenly turned overcast, and large swaths of ink clouds surged in, covering the sky, accompanied by strong winds.

"Hoohoo~"

The strong wind kicked up the flying dust and grass clippings on the official road, and they rolled into the sky one after another.

The entire sky darkened, and the black clouds weighed heavily on the top of the head, which was extremely depressing.

This rain is not coming at the right time! Zhang Yuanqing looked up at the sky, and his heart sank.

Zhuo Peiran, galloping his horse, said loudly:

"Father, it's going to rain soon. Judging by the weather, it may be pouring rain. The sackcloth to avoid water may not be able to protect the talismans and formations on the coffin."

Chen Xuedao looked back at the black coffin, "Add another layer of water-proof clothing."

Zhuo Peiran shook his head: "It can be prevented for a while, but not overnight."

Chen Xuedao couldn't help frowning. He could manipulate the spirit of the loess to condense a layer of earth on the surface of the coffin, but the power contained in the spirit of the earth must be so thick that the horse could not pull it.

The soil shell that does not contain the spirit of the loess will be washed away in an instant when the heavy rain comes.

The bodyguards in the team are still mainly earth monsters and scouts, and there are no water ghosts.

At this time, Chen Wei happily pointed to the distance and shouted:

"Father, there is a place to stay ahead."

Everyone followed the sound and saw that on the wasteland in front of them stood a dilapidated Yizhuang, with a straight roof and a small courtyard attached, the overall color was gray and black.

It stood quietly under the gloomy sky, revealing an indescribable gloom.

But for this group of bodyguards traveling the rivers and lakes, in the wilderness, this is the best place to stay.

Chen Xuedao looked slightly relaxed, and said:

"Stay overnight at Yizhuang to take shelter from the wind and rain."

The bodyguard team immediately turned into the overgrown path, galloping like horseshoes towards Yizhuang.

This Yizhuang has been around for some time. The closed gate is full of erosion holes, the plaques are peeling off, there are cobwebs hanging, and the foundation of the courtyard wall is covered with moss.

A scene of depression and dilapidation.

But in fact, it has not been abandoned. The Yizhuang next to the official road is a social welfare facility in this era, specially accommodating those tourists who died in foreign lands.

Every once in a while, officials will bring family members to collect the corpse.

The bodyguards quickly untied the hemp rope, unloaded the coffin, unhooked the horses pulling the cart, threw the flatbed cart outside, led the horses to carry the coffin, and pushed open the gate of Yizhuang.

Passing through the narrow courtyard, pushing open the leaky lattice door, the bodyguards lead their horses in.

When Fang Fu stepped into Yizhuang, Zhang Yuanqing smelled an unpleasant rancid smell.

Looking around, there is no room in the Yizhuang. The six pillars prop up the one-shaped roof, and there are six or seven faded and blackened thin coffins, and the putrid smell is emitted from these coffins.

The escorts tied the horse ropes, cleaned the dust on the ground, and got busy. JrNovels.com