Since ancient times.
Han people were commonly seen in the old villages deep in the mountains of the Miao region.
They were either here to avoid the war, or to travel to other villages to do business. However, the funeral customs of Yi and Han were different. Once one died here, it was equivalent to dying in a foreign land.
In the old-fashioned way of thinking, it was a taboo to not be able to return to one's roots after death.
Because of the remote location and the rugged mountain road, it was very difficult to transport the corpse away.
Therefore, the bodies of the deceased would be temporarily placed in the mortuary for the time being.
It was very common in the mountainous areas here.
Moreover, the existence of the mortuary had given birth to an extremely mysterious profession.
Xiangxi corpse herder.
In Xiangxi, there was a saying of 'sending corpses, falling into holes, and releasing voodoo' long ago.
Most of the corpse herders were from the Taoist sect.
According to the rumors circulating in the countryside, this kind of person must first be bold.
After all, in the boundless forest, carrying a dead person on their back at night was not something an ordinary person could do.
Secondly, the corpse herder was not allowed to marry for life.
It was said that once he came into contact with a woman, his vitality would wither and he would be easily devoured by the dead.
Most importantly, the reason why most corpse herders were from the Taoist Faction was because they had to cultivate the secret technique of corpse herding. If ordinary people rushed to chase corpses, it was no different from sending themselves to their deaths.
Following the guide, the group passed through the vast forest under the faint moonlight.
It lasted for almost half an hour.
Feng Bai finally saw the shadow of the mortuary.
Looking at its appearance, it should be a dilapidated temple in the mountains that had been rebuilt. There were three entrances in front and back. However, half of the main hall in front had collapsed, and there were weeds everywhere. It should have been abandoned for a long time.
The group of people were all extremely daring. They had been fighting in tombs all year round, and who hadn't seen a few dead people?
Even Old Crooked Luo had been a corpse transporter for a period of time when he couldn't survive when he was young, let alone later on when he was a gangster in the forest. Who knew how many lives he had taken?
Therefore, they didn't mind spending the night at the mortuary.
Only the guide who led them here, the Miao people, was more respectful of the corpses. He stood outside the mortuary and hesitated for a long time.
In the end, he gritted his teeth and followed the group in.
At night, all kinds of wild beasts and poisonous insects in the Hundred Thousand Mountains would go out. If they spent the night outside, they would be tired of living.
No matter how scary the mortuary was, it was still a safe place.
He passed through the cracks of the collapsed wall and entered the door. He saw a large group of bats standing on the hanging beam above his head.
Outside, the moon was cold and the stars were cold. The whistling north wind drilled in from all directions of the roof tiles, making a whistling sound.
There were coffins piled up in the house.
Plus, there was no light inside.
The group of people only felt that they were extremely infiltrated. No matter how bold they were, it was inevitable that they would feel a little frightened in such a place.
"Huamaguai, go and light the oil lamp.”
Chen Yulou looked around and didn't find anything else. He turned around and called out to the people behind him.
"Yes, shopkeeper."
Hua Ma Guai was the sallow and emaciated young man who followed him.
His ancestor was a coroner in the yamen and was best at autopsy.
However, in his generation, there was no way out for a coroner. In addition to this chaotic world, he simply entered the Ever-victorious Mountain and became a bandit. He followed the Chen family everywhere to fight and break coffins.
He took out a fire sickle and a candle from his bag and started a fire with a few clicks. He then found the candlestick on the table in the mortuary.
When the candle flames lit up, the originally pitch-black hall became much brighter.
Other than the coffins, the ground was covered with the feces of bats or wild beasts in the mountains. There was no place to step.
The others were fine, but Old Luo's crooked face was filled with disdain. He opened his mouth several times and wanted to curse, but when he thought of the fact that he was here to earn money, he swallowed his anger.
"Shopkeeper, since we're in someone else's territory, shouldn't we say goodbye?”
After lighting up the lights, Hua Ma Guai looked at the black coffins and felt a little nervous.
He had always worshipped mountains and rivers, believing in this Dao.
"Up to you."
Chen Yulou, as the leader of the group, had never cared about these things. He was just eating a bowl of dead people's rice.
However, he wouldn't stop her if she wanted to do it, so he just wanted to feel at ease.
"Alright."
After receiving the flower cane, he quickly took out a few incense sticks and inserted them into the incense burner, muttering something.
It was nothing more than saying that they were just passing by and had no intention of disturbing them. They were begging for forgiveness from the dead in the coffin.
Dong dong ~
But before he could finish speaking, a strange sound suddenly came from the darkness. Suddenly, a cold wind whistled, and the few candles that had just been lit were dim and almost extinguished.
This sudden scene startled the flower horse crutch who was praying.
The other people's faces were also tense. Old Luo pulled out his gun with a click and stared at the darkness."Ghost Blows Out the Light?”
It was an old saying in the Anti-Dipper Association.
As soon as he said this.
He was not the only one. The others also took out their weapons and looked around cautiously, afraid that something would happen.
"Shopkeeper, it seems to be coming from the side of the clouds.”
The flower-horse crutch shivered a few times. Gritting its teeth, it listened to the sound and suddenly pointed forward.
Following the position he pointed at.
When the few of them saw this, their expressions changed.
It was actually a huge coffin, painted in black paint, lying horizontally in the passage of the front hall.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Just as he was pricking up his ears to listen, that strange sound rang out again.
It was as if he was scratching the coffin with his fingers.
This time, their expressions all turned ugly.
Even Feng Bai couldn't help but clench his collar. There was a gold medal hidden there.
It was passed down from the Feng family's ancestors.
As the saying went, there was a seal on the hair mound, talismans for touching gold, techniques for moving mountains, and armor for removing ridges. The Mountain Guardian also had an item to ward off evil spirits, which was the Mountain Guardian Gold Plate.
It was said that it was the best counter to Yin specters and ghosts.
The current situation was truly terrifying, and he couldn't help but think about it.
"Kun Lun, go take a look."
Chen Yulou held a short knife in his hand. He never liked firearms, and grave robbers only used this short knife to defend themselves.
This saber had a great origin. It was the treasured saber Little Divine Blade used by the emperor in the past. He had stolen it from an ancient tomb and kept one with him.
"Alright, shopkeeper."
There was a murderous look on his face. He was not afraid at all. He did not use any weapons in his hands. He walked toward the coffin bare-handed. His feet stepped on the ground, making a series of thumping sounds.
Watching him walk away step by step, the remaining people could not help but feel their hearts in their throats.
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