"This place is so weird, let's go back to town first. "Not to mention that Jiang is still old and spicy, Zhuge Qingshan just roughly touched a few handfuls on his body, not only did he have no owner of the six gods like two goods, but he immediately made a decisive decision.

Judging from the current situation, maybe he is right, and if they continue like this, they may be like this.

Although the other two were still in a state of panic, they nodded in unison after a little relief.

There were no words all the way, and it only took more than an hour for the servants to return to the entrance to this jungle, but the thick hairs on their bodies did not decrease or disappear because of this, which made several people's hearts feel a little heavy.

"Hey, after such a experience, I guess that in the future, whenever I see an animal with hair, I will have a shadow. Tang Kun sighed and said with grinned teeth.

Along the way, he had almost plucked all the hair off his arms, and his arms were red and swollen, like a boiled crab, which made people look very funny.

What he's most worried about now is not whether these hairs can be dealt with, but whether they will grow stubbornly anymore after they are processed, if he really deals with these things endlessly day by day, not to mention the time, effort and blades, then I'm afraid it won't be long before he has to go to the abnormal human research center to report.

"Vomit...... Don't talk about Mao, I'm disgusting!" At this time, Liang Pingping, who was next to him, patted his chest violently, almost throwing up his breakfast.

"Damn, you can't do it either, what is this, isn't it just a little hairy?"

"Vomit...... Tang Kun, if you mention that word again, Lao Tzu will break off your friendship. On weekdays, Liang Pingping rarely speaks with verbose, but he really can't stand the repeated provocations of that goods.

"Alright, alright, look over there. However, just as the two were arguing sentence by sentence, Zhuge Qingshan suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed to a place that could be a hundred and ten meters away from them.

It is said that there are few people in the 100,000 mountains, and there is not a single figure here, but they see people in the direction of their fingers, and they are not one or two, but a group.

In the memories of several people, that area was originally a large swamp, and when they passed by, if Zhuge Qingshan hadn't done his homework on the terrain in the mountains in advance, and had been carefully leading in front, it would have been almost impossible for them to get out of there safely, but the group of people they saw now were walking on the swamp, and even the foul-smelling swamp gas didn't seem to have the slightest effect on them.

Tang Kun looked at the group of people silently for a while, frowned, and said, "Uncle, it doesn't seem right, how do I feel that they don't look like people when I look at the actions of these people?"

Because they were far away, they couldn't see the appearance of the group of people clearly, but the way they walked was very strange, they all walked two steps and stopped, then two steps, and then stopped, only the pace of the three people on the side was quite normal, and compared with the others, it seemed a little abrupt.

"Well, I didn't expect you kid to have a little vision. Zhuge Qing [new fo] Mountain glanced back at Tang Kun and said, "They're not people, to be precise, there should be only three people." ”

"It can't be that you have encountered a zombie, right?" Tang Kun was suddenly startled and hurriedly took a few steps back.

He has done a lot of grave digging and digging things, and he has been exposed to all kinds of supernatural things, but this is the first time he has heard that evil things dare to come out and hang out in broad daylight.

If that's the case, then they have poured eight lifetimes of blood mold today, and maybe they will really give themselves to here.

Zhuge Qingshan squinted his eyes and frowned and said: "There are some problems, they walk on their toes, their heels do not fall, and their bodies lean forward, this is not a person, nor a zombie, the yin qi of a zombie is not so heavy, this should be a corpse that has just died."

"Corpse, Uncle Zhuge , what do you mean?" his words made Tang Kun stunned, and even Liang Pingping, who had been squatting on the ground and spitting bitter water, stood up directly and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Zhuge Qingshan glanced at Tang Kun again, and said lightly: "It's really okay for you to touch Captain Jin, haven't you heard of chasing corpses? ”

Driving corpses is a part of the witch culture, also known as the transfer of spirits, which originated in the Xiangxi region of China.

"Interesting, I've only heard of this, I'll go check it out first. For anything new, Tang Kun can always show great enthusiasm, and he wants to go over and see what is going on.

But Zhuge Qingshan grabbed him and said, "Boy, don't you want to see what kind of place this is? The duty of the corpse chaser is to bring the corpses of people who died in a foreign land back to their hometowns, so that they can be buried in peace, but think about it, which of them can live in these 100,000 mountains?"

"Boy, beware of curiosity killing cats. ”

Tang Kun patted his thigh and said, ", yes, I've heard of this, so ...... they are."

Seeing that the group of people walked towards them to the north, Zhuge Qingshan waved his hand at the two of them and said, "Don't let them find out, let's see the situation first." ”

Behind them was a large pit overgrown with weeds, and several people glanced at each other a few times before quietly retreating into the grass.

"Ding, Ding, Ding......"

The crisp brass bell came little by little from far and near, and not long after a few people hid, the group of people and horses stopped in three steps, and walked over in two steps.

"Don't enter the living, don't bark wild dogs, wild ghosts don't get in the way!"

Through the dense weeds, the three of them saw the situation of this group of people clearly, and saw that they were all neatly lined up in a line, and accompanied by the rhythm of copper bells, they walked in an orderly manner.

The copper bell was firmly held in the hands of three middle-aged men wearing straw sandals and green cloth robes, and they shook and jingled alternately with tacit understanding, and from time to time on the passing road, sprinkled with some white particles.

After about ten minutes, the group finally walked in front of them, and finally under the surprised gaze of several people, they burrowed into the gap that led to the jungle.