When Tang Xianzu went to the house of the friend that took the silver spear, he saw that many villagers had gathered around. They were pointing at the house. From their faces, he knew something had happened to his friend! 

Tang Xianzu immediately entered the courtyard. He was surprised to see all of his friends who had joined the digging operation yesterday. 

However, they were on all-fours, shoving grass and wheat ears from the ground into their mouths. Their eyes looked blank. They sometimes craned their necks and neighed like horses. 

“Horse neighing?” I thought it was a little weird. Those people ate grass and neighed like horses. The spirit this time is actually a horse? 

But if it was a horse, how could we explain the shadow by Tang Xianzu’s bed? I wasn’t that dumb to think that it was just a nightmare. After considering things, I thought of one possibility. The deceased used to be an intimidating person with great talent in martial arts. He fought and died with his horse....