After crossing the suspension bridge, the mountain road is just this one, the road is very dark, Wang Yang and they all turned on the hand lights, as the mourning music is getting louder and louder, there are more and more people on the other side of the mountain road, densely packed with mountain roads, there is no other way to go in the past. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Therefore, Wang Yang and the others had no way to bypass this soul-sending path, so they could only get out of the way of the exit of the drawbridge and hide to the side so as not to affect the souls of the dead who were sent away.

After a while, the sound of the funeral music of beating gongs and drums became louder and louder, mixed with bursts of wailing and wailing, with the help of the light of the hand lamp, and when these people walked in, Wang Yang and they could see clearly that these people should be villagers in the mountains here.

If the old man who led the way before didn't talk nonsense, these people should all belong to the villagers of Renjia Village.

However, before these people came over and discovered Wang Yang's existence, a transparent old man figure appeared at the mouth of the suspension bridge first, and it can be said that this transparent old man figure floated over from the funeral end.

No matter how stupid a person is, he can see that this old man is definitely not a person, Wang Yang and Master Xing'an showed strange expressions, the yin soul that appeared on the way to send the soul should be in the coffin of the funeral procession, it is impossible to lead the way before the funeral procession, the soul sending soul does not have the saying that the soul is not the soul of the yin spirit, this old man should be the dead old man who is going to be buried by the funeral procession behind, but now it seems that it is not like that.

"Ghost ...... Woo! ”

Seeing the transparent figure of this old man floating in front of his eyes, Yan Pengchao's teeth began to tremble, making a clanging sound, and he couldn't help but be afraid in his heart. Stammering and shouting!

Realizing that Yan Pengchao was frightened, he shouted. Master Xing'an hurriedly covered his mouth. This didn't make him disturb the transparent old man.

However, he still attracted the attention of the transparent old man, who turned his head and looked in the direction of Yan Pengchao.

In order not to interfere with the ghosts on the way to send souls, Master Xing'an and Wang Yang had already used their telekinesis to seal the popularity of all of them, so this transparent old man couldn't see them at all, if it wasn't for Yan Pengchao who couldn't help but shout, he wouldn't even be able to find out that there were other people at the mouth of this suspension bridge.

Actually, even now. The old man noticed that there were other people at the mouth of the suspension bridge, and he couldn't see Wang Yang and the others, instinctively, he didn't even dare to get too close to Wang Yang's side, because he could feel that Wang Yang's side was like a scorching flame, it was definitely his nemesis, if he dared to get close, it would definitely not end well.

I don't know why, after the old man found out that there might be someone here, a touch of surprise suddenly appeared on his expressionless face. I saw him going back and forth several times to get close to Wang Yang's side, but he didn't dare to get close. I took a few steps forward and then retreated.

Immediately, the old man turned his head to look at the funeral procession, seeing that the funeral procession was getting closer and closer, the surprise on his face full of folds dispersed, and he gradually showed an anxious look.

The funeral procession walked very slowly, but no matter how slow it was, it was about to come up to the mouth of the suspension bridge, the old man knew that it was too late, and his heart seemed to have made a decision, and hurriedly arched his hands up and down in the direction where Yan Pengchao had just spoken, and after bending down and bowing, he pointed to the funeral procession, and then pointed to the cliff torrent under the suspension bridge, his hands kept gesturing, and his mouth opened and closed as if begging for something.

Chu Yu, who was half-nestled in Wang Yang's arms, was also very scared, but with Wang Yang by her side, her heart calmed down a lot, looked up at Wang Yang, and asked Wang Yang with her eyes what the old man who had turned into a ghost planned to do.

Wang Yang shook his head, he could see that this old man of the Yin Soul was only afraid that he was begging for something, but after all, people and ghosts have different paths, and this is on the Yin Soul Spirit Path, and the living must not come into contact with the Yin Soul who is about to leave, even Wang Yang can't. Because the Yin Soul Spirit Road is a soul channel that has been arranged for a long time, once it is contaminated with the breath of the living, it is equivalent to interfering with the soul, and it is only secondary, and the disturbed soul will not be able to leave safely, once it stays in the yang world, it will become a demon and a resentful spirit, endangering one party.

Wang Yang turned to look at Master Xing'an, but Master Xing'an shook his head at him, stretched out his hand and gestured to a twenty-one number, Wang Yang understood at a glance, Master Xing'an could see what the old man was begging for, but because of the rule that the gods can only count twenty-one people, so he couldn't say it.

They couldn't go over and communicate with the old man directly, and Wang Yang couldn't guess what the old man was begging them for a while.

After a while, the gongs and drums on the side of the mountain road became louder, and the funeral procession slowly came to the front of the suspension bridge.

They just paused, but the chain reaction was that the funeral procession that followed them obviously stopped, and all the people unconsciously looked forward, and at this moment, there were more people who saw Wang Yang and others.

However, when they saw clearly that Wang Yang and the others hid on the side of the suspension bridge, and were very well-behaved and did not get in the way, the four people who walked in front with white flags squirmed, and finally did not say anything and continued to walk forward.

The funeral procession, which had paused for a while, followed forward and walked to the exit of the suspension bridge, where four people planted the four big red flags on both sides of the exit of the suspension bridge, followed by people who beat gongs and drummed suona, and soon stood in their positions and blew even harder.

With the sound of mourning, the entrance of the drawbridge suddenly became lively.

Although this is a human cry and wail, but at least it is a human voice, Yan Pengchao is finally not so scared, but he took a fixed look, the old man who was still gesturing in front of them just now didn't know where to go.

"The old man is gone!"

Yan Pengchao looked left and right, but didn't find the old man with a translucent body floating away, and whispered.

"The ghost is gone, and it looks like this is where they are buried."

Wang Yang looked at the people who began to arrange the cemetery and explained, but soon shook his head again, and said thoughtlessly: "They are going to be buried in the wild!" ”

"Wild burial?"

Chu Yu asked curiously, like Yan Pengchao, she didn't know what a wild burial was, and she hadn't even heard of it.

"Wild burial is actually a kind of sky burial, the earliest implementation of sky burial is Mongolian, Tibetan and other ethnic minorities, this is a traditional way of funeral, Mongolian, Tibetan and other ethnic groups after the death of the body to the designated place for the eagle (or other birds, beasts, etc.) to swallow, its core is to imply the immortality of the soul and reincarnation, death is just the separation of the immortal soul and the old body, is another driving transformation in this life and the next life. However, in some places where people live near high mountain cliffs, the same method is practiced for the burial of the dead, and this method of placing the body of the deceased in the field or throwing it under the cliff is called wild burial. ”

Master Xing'an folded his hands and explained to Yan Pengchao and Chu Yu what a wild burial was for Wang Yang.

"I know what the old man is begging us for!"

Suddenly, Wang Yang took a step forward, his eyes fixed on the funeral procession that was arranging the burial ceremony.

(To be continued.) )