There is a big square table in the middle of the room, which is full of delicacies from the south of the Yangtze River, of course, there is no indispensable wine, and next to the big table are the other five people in the Mao family's seven evils, who were originally waiting for the good news of Mao San, but they didn't expect the good news to come, but what they were waiting for was their bad news!

"What?"

After listening to the report of his subordinates, the five people screamed in disbelief, Mao Da stood up suddenly, and the duck leg that was being sent to his mouth suddenly stopped at the edge of his mouth, and then slammed the duck leg in his hand to the ground, came to the disciple who came back to report the news, and said angrily: "You just said that the third sister and the seventh brother were poisoned by Jian Jiulang? ”

The disciple cautiously replied, "Yes, it's the hand of Jian Jiulang!" ”

Mao Da only felt sadness coming from it, his eyes were round, and he said angrily: "Since they are all dead, why are you still alive!" As he spoke, he stretched out his big fan-like hand and slapped it the disciple's head. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Bang"

The disciple's head, as fragile as a watermelon, exploded all at once, and the room was littered with red and white objects, and the corpse fell straight to the ground. Mao Da was very sad when he heard that Jian Jiulang had killed Mao San and Mao Qi, but he didn't know what he thought when he killed others? As everyone knows, those who kill will always kill them.

Mao roared angrily, gritted his teeth and said, "Go, kill Jian Jiulang to avenge the third sister and seventh brother!" ”

"Let's go!" The other four followed, and the five walked outside together.

It is the fifteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, and the ghost is ashore!

This day is the traditional folk Halloween Festival, and it is rumored that the gate of the Heaven and Earth Mansion will be opened on this day, so that the ghosts will return to the yang world to visit their relatives, so every family is busy paying tribute to the ancestors, ghosts!

Qili Town, Shanxiang Village.

Although Shanxiang Village is not big, only about a dozen households, it is a shortcut to Liuyunguan, on the day of July 15, the people of Shanxiang Village are of course no exception, and they have prepared steamed buns, fruits, paper money, incense wax and other things used to pay tribute to ghosts.

There was a faint smell of blood in the village, could it really be that the underworld had opened its gates? Otherwise, there would be a smell of blood in the air!

A person and a horse slowly appeared at the head of Shanxiang Village, the horse was not slow, and it was very easy, and the person on the horse was not Kenkuro.

I saw a stone tablet standing at the head of the village, and the cyan stone tablet was engraved with three vermilion characters - Shanxiang Village. Before Kenjiuro could walk in, there were bursts of crying from inside, and Kenjiuro hurriedly urged the horse into the village.

I saw that the plain clothes in front of me were fluttering, everyone was wearing linen and filial piety, paper money was flying all over the sky, more than 20 people were guarding a black lacquer coffin and slowly moved forward, it turned out that someone was out of the funeral, no wonder there would be bursts of crying, Jian Jiulang suddenly realized when he saw this, and slowly followed behind, the same way, if there is a dead person out of the funeral, if you are in a hurry to overtake them, it is extremely impolite, the family of the deceased will fight with you, the deceased is the greatest, or you change the way, Although he knew that the group of ordinary farmers in front of him were not his opponents, Kenkuro had to follow all the way in order not to collide with the dead.

Suddenly, with a "click", the wheel of the carriage that pulled the coffin broke, I don't know if the coffin was too heavy or what was going on, anyway, it was inexplicably broken, the wheel was broken, and naturally the carriage could not be pulled, and the coffin stopped in place.

Suddenly, the whimpering sobs turned into howling and crying, "Da Lang, you died so miserably, is there any grievance to say, oh my God!" "A woman who looked like the widow of the deceased was lying on the coffin beating her chest, which made people feel sad. Seeing that the woman was crying, the children around the woman also cried, the childish children's voices made people feel sad when they heard it, and the people around the coffin lowered their heads, as if they were wiping their tears with their hands, and everyone was immersed in a sense of sadness.

Seeing that woman is only about thirty, and now her husband has died, for an ordinary peasant woman, with a child, the future will be even more difficult, Jian Jiulang sighed in his heart, who can predict life and death?

After crying for a while, maybe someone found Ken Jiulang behind him, and a man came out of the crowd, medium in stature, that is, very thin, like a hemp rod, and the thinness was shocking.

The pockmarked man came to Jian Jiulang's side and said in a hoarse voice, "This big brother, can you do me a favor?" ”

Jian Jiulang turned over and dismounted, and said, "Say, as long as you can help in the next place, you will definitely not shirk it!" ”

The hemp rod-like man showed a grateful look on his face, and said, "I thanked the eldest brother for the Chrysanthemum family." The voice paused slightly, and then said: "The boss is about to be funeral, but now the wheel is broken, if the time to delay the soil is greatly unlucky, fortunately, there is a big brother here, do you see if you can help carry down the coffin, so as to be buried in time for the auspicious time?" ”

Jian Jiulang didn't think much about it, and responded: "No problem!" "As the saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, and sending a dead person on a ride can be regarded as immeasurable merit, Jian Jiulang thought to himself in his heart.

Seeing that Jian Jiulang should come down, the hemp man smiled on his face, thanked him repeatedly, and then turned around and hurriedly ran back. Kenkuro tied his horse to the side and walked over. When Ken Jiulang got closer, he found that although there were more than twenty people in this group, half of them were female dependents, and the rest of the men were uneven in height and height, so it was no wonder that they had to help themselves.

I saw a few people hurriedly pull out six arm-thick nanmu from the carriage, and took out a few strong hemp ropes from under the carriage, when everything was ready, the hemp pole man said: "Big brother, you and Liulang are about the same size, how about the two of you lift the front?" ”

Jian Jiulang nodded and said, "No problem!" "Rokuro is a burly man, a little taller than Kenkuro, and it is just right for Kenkuro to lift to the side.

In this way, twelve people carried the black lacquer coffin towards the front, and Jian Jiulang's skill can be described as unfathomable, so it is not a problem to carry a coffin, not to mention lifting, even if Jian Jiulang is alone to carry this black lacquer coffin, it is also a breeze.

After walking less than a stick of incense, when the group passed through a small forest next to Shanxiang Village, the Nanmu that carried the coffin was broken, and the coffin fell to the ground.