"I said stinky old man, you have something wrong, right?" The old man in the felt hat in front of him was still wearing the same old leather jacket as during the day, but he had a sackcloth outside, and he looked weird. Seeing that he was still so unpleasant, the fat man didn't plan to talk to him well, so he opened his mouth and shot back unceremoniously: "Pretending to be a ghost scared the fat man for half a night, what's the matter?" Don't you eat any fruit? ”

Just as the fat man was talking, Zhang Meng had already chased after him, and saw that the fat man was arguing with the old man in the felt hat during the day, so he wanted to open his mouth to ease the relationship between the two parties.

However, the old man in the felt hat in the sackcloth ignored Zhang Meng and the fat man at all. His eyes were on the other side of the old grave circle from beginning to end. Seeing that the wind was blowing, he gestured to the two villagers.

When the two villagers saw this, they immediately shook the spirit banner in their hands.

Not only the two of them, but even the funeral procession that carried the coffin in just now also straightened up, and they didn't dare to stand still in place.

"I said ......"

Before the fat man could speak, the old man in the felt hat took the lead in the front.

Before Zhang Meng and the others could figure out what was going on, the shadows of human shapes slowly walked out of the windy places in the distance, and these people were all wearing armor, and they were all extremely burly and majestic. However, just like the funeral team just now, the faces of these people were also very pale, and they all looked like six gods and no masters.

"Hehe, that's interesting." The fat man seemed to be watching a joke, and said to Zhao San who came from behind: "You said that they were all exposed by us, why are they still acting." ”

Not only are the fat people confused, but even Zhang Meng, Zhao San and others are confused.

It stands to reason that the matter of them pretending to be Yin soldiers to marry has been revealed, so there is no need to continue acting, but these people are like they are addicted, and the acting is not over!

The pheasant looked at it and guessed, "Could it be that they are really having a secret marriage?" ”

"It can't be." Listening to the pheasant's words, the fat man's head shook like a rattle: "When we entered the tunzi, didn't we see anyone doing white things, and no dead people did any secret marriages?" ”

Qingzhi's eyes fell on the red lacquered wooden coffin: "That's not for sure, you see that they even carried the coffin over, and they also set up a banquet, this is obviously a marriage." ”

Although the voices of the two people were very low, they were still particularly abrupt in such an environment. The old man in the felt hat in sackcloth glared back at the fat man dissatisfiedly.

Seeing this, Zhang Meng hurriedly whispered: "You two should be quiet." ”

"Oh."

I don't know why the old man in the felt hat has such a good temper tonight, after Zhang Meng finished talking about the fat man, he surprisingly didn't continue to entangle. He just waved at the previous funeral procession, signaling them to hold their breath and not speak.

He took another spirit banner and guided it to the banquet behind.

Seeing that there were more than a dozen tables of banquets behind the spirit flag, the fat man's saliva almost didn't flow to the ground: "Oh, it's really enough!" Holding a banquet on the tomb mountain, the taste is really heavy, but it is ...... I like it! ”

As he spoke, the miserable armor soldiers came over neatly, and slowly went to the banquet under the guidance of the old man in the felt hat and the soul flag. However, when passing by Zhang Meng and the others, they all paused obviously.

Seeing this scene, the old man in the felt hat hurriedly glanced at the villagers who were shaking the spirit flags on both sides, and the white flags accelerated, and these armor soldiers ignored Zhang Meng and the others, and walked directly into the banquet behind.

Seeing that these armor soldiers were passing by everyone, their figures paused obviously. Zhang Meng's heart sank unnaturally, only to feel that his body was cold, and the temperature around him was getting lower and lower.

Seeing that the banquet behind him was about to be full, the fat man was anxious, and slipped in at once while the old man in the felt hat and everyone were not paying attention.

Seeing the fat man slipping in, Zhang Meng was in a hurry, and followed closely without thinking, wanting to pull the fat man out. When the others saw this, they couldn't follow behind.

The old man in the felt hat had been guiding the armorers into their seats with a spirit flag, and he always had a strange expression on his face. I didn't notice the fat man coming in.

However, when the mourners standing not far away saw this scene, their eyes were all wide open, and the two villagers who were waving the flags saw this, and hurriedly greeted the old man in the felt hat on the high platform. However, they did not speak from beginning to end, and even the sound of their breathing was very low.

The old man in the felt hat obviously didn't expect the fat man to follow in, and stopped the fat man while the fat man was still seated.

"Go back!"

"Oops, I'll go! Fat man, I've seen someone who picks the door, but I've never seen you pick the door like this. The fat man was grunting with hunger at the moment, and he couldn't care about the leather whip of the old man in the felt hat, so he immediately retorted: "Fat man, I'm still eating and drinking today, what's wrong with you?" ”

The old man in the felt hat didn't expect the fat man to be such a scoundrel, he was so angry that his face turned white and blue for a while, and seeing that the fat man had made up his mind, the old man in the felt hat looked back at Zhao San, who followed up.

Zhao San saw the old man in the felt hat looking at him, holding the cigarette pouch pole in his mouth, and twisted his head to the side as if he didn't see it.

Seeing that a few people seemed to be determined to oppose him, the old man in the felt hat raised his hand and reluctantly let go.

Taking advantage of the old man in the felt hat to let go of his hand, the fat man immediately sat down at the banquet with a smile. While taking a seat, he beckoned the others to sit down as well.

How can other people have such a heartless fat person, how can they be in the mood to eat in such a place. But knowing the fat man's temper, if he doesn't let the fat man eat enough, he won't leave this feast! Helpless, everyone had to sit down with the fat man.

However, when Zhang Meng passed by the old man in the felt hat, he heard the old man in the felt hat sigh heavily.

"Alas!"

Zhang Meng didn't understand, how could this stinky and hard old man in the Northeast easily succumb? You must know that during the day, he called out many villagers with a whip, and almost didn't tie everyone up. Now the old man in the felt hat not only did not continue to make trouble, but his face was a little nervous, and even his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

Even the funeral procession dressed like ghosts just now had different expressions when they looked at everyone.

Someone regrets!

Someone is terrified!

There are even people who have their eyes closed, and they don't even dare to look at it, and they don't even know that the oil paint on their faces is gone.

The reactions of these people behind him made Zhang Meng feel a little puzzled. However, seeing that everyone had already sat down, Zhang Meng didn't have the heart to look at the abnormalities around him anymore, so he sat down directly.

But just as Zhang Meng was about to sit down, the old man in the felt hat grabbed Zhang Meng's arm.

Zhang Meng was caught in pain, and looked back at the old man in the felt hat with a puzzled face.

Before he could ask, he saw that the old man in the felt hat seemed to have made up his mind, put down the spirit banner in his hand, and sat down with Zhang Meng.

As soon as the old man in the felt hat sat down, the faces of the two villagers holding the spirit flag immediately changed, and the other mourners also stared at Zhang Meng and the others with angry faces. Seeing this, the old man in the felt hat glared at them fiercely, and the people immediately fell silent again.

Although no one made a sound from the beginning to the end, this scene still attracted everyone's attention.

Everyone doesn't understand, what happened to these folks?

Could it be that they all have faults? It's all at this time, the drama has been seen through, and if it is not exposed, this calmness is enough to win the Oscar.

When everyone was thinking nonsense, the fat man had already thrown off his arms and eaten. Zhao San, Qing Pheasant, Xiao Lou, and Lady Na also sat next to the fat man, and the table was not big, so seven chairs were placed.

Seeing that there were still two empty, the other armorers were going to come and sit down. But before they could sit down, the old man in the felt hat pulled Zhang Meng and sat down in front of them.

Looking at the frightened expression of the old man in the felt hat, the fat man who was sending something to his mouth did not forget to sarcastically say a few words to him: "What's the matter?" I've been acting for half a night, and I'm hungry. Earlier, I can leave you a chicken ass or something, fat man......"

Several people laughed secretly in their hearts, and said in their hearts, this little fat man is not enough to eat other people's food, and he has to hurt others in his mouth.

Everyone wanted to see how the old man in the felt hat reacted, but found that the old man in the felt hat didn't even pay attention to the fat man. His attention was all on the warriors who were seated.

Seeing that the old man in the felt hat looked strange, he didn't look at himself at all, his eyes kept looking left and right, and he was like two people in the daytime. Zhang Meng was curious for a while, put down his chopsticks and looked over with the old man in the felt hat.

At this look, Zhang Meng felt that there was something wrong with these armor soldiers in front of him, and his back was also cold, and he didn't know if it was blown by the wind or what.

The armor soldiers in front of him were the same as those mourners, all of them were pale and their facial features were hazy, and they couldn't see any changes in their feelings at all. They are also very stiff when they pick up vegetables, and everyone's range of movements is exactly the same, just like a machine qì person.

Seeing Zhang Meng and the old man in the felt hat looking at him, one of them tilted his head and glanced at the two of them.

Although both parties don't know each other very well, they should respond politely when they eat together. But the armor in front of him was like an anomaly, instead of responding to Zhang Meng, his eyes were quiet, not smiling or angry, as if he hadn't seen anything, which made Zhang Meng somewhat unhappy.

Wrong!

Zhang Meng's heart sank, and he almost didn't stand up, but fortunately, he was grabbed by the old man in the felt hat next to him. Looking at the cold sweat on the palm of the old man in the felt hat, Zhang Meng also understood at once, and looked in the direction just now.

Just like just now, the armor soldier was also tilting his head to look at Zhang Meng.

It turned out that he had been looking at Zhang Meng in this posture.

At this moment, Zhang Meng's heart was about to jump to his throat. He finally discovered that the direction of this armor soldier's face and body was actually opposite!