"Valley of the Kings?"

Yang Tiantian's face changed greatly.

Not only her, but even Xie Qingshu was shocked.

What kind of holy place is the Valley of the Kings for Eight Hundred?

Over there, women are not allowed to enter.

If a woman has to go in, she has to close her eyes.

Even if a man goes in, he has to get married and have children.

But Yang Tiantian is not an indigenous resident of eight hundred, and she is still alive - how could the old village chief let her go to the Valley of the Kings?

"Yes, let's go to the Valley of the Kings."

The old village chief nodded expressionlessly and said, "Yue Yang, you go home and wait first, and I'll arrange it." ”

Without waiting for Yang Tiantian to say anything, the old village chief turned around and walked up the hill quickly.

Yang Tiantian, who was kneeling on the ground with his back to the hillside, immediately turned around and prostrate on the ground.

Although she had never been to the Valley of the Kings, and even when she heard Xue Niang talk about these three words, she still had a taboo look on her face, but she still imagined that place from it, it was a- what?

Eight hundred is a paradise.

The Valley of the Kings is a fairyland on earth!

Legend has it that there are four seasons of flowers, countless rare birds and beasts, strange flowers and fruits.

If this is all nonsense, why do people who are qualified to go to the Valley of the Kings once a year and come back have a look of adoration and yearning on their faces?

Xue Niang also said that the reason why the Valley of the Kings is listed as a forbidden place for women to live and are not allowed to enter is because there is a nine-story holy pagoda in between.

Inside the nine-story holy tower, a famous emperor in Chinese history is enshrined.

It is because of the existence of this emperor that that place is revered as the Valley of the Kings.

And all the eight hundred inhabitants are the tomb keepers who protect the Valley of the Kings from being disturbed.

The rules in the Valley of the Kings were set by the first village chief of 800 more than 1,000 years ago.

However, Yang Tiantian heard that as early as twenty-five years ago, there was once an eight-hundred-year-old girl who was unruly and entered the Valley of the Kings at night - as a result, she went crazy.

When she ran around the mountains, she would cry and cry out, "My son, my son, where are you?"

As for where this crazy woman has gone now, Yang Tiantian doesn't need to ask others, she knows.

That woman is under the 800-year-isolated yin and yang line-the trough of the shocking horse.

A few months ago, Yang Tiantian's baby son-in-law, following the example of that crazy woman, violated the rules of eight hundred, and was almost bitten to death by ten thousand snakes when he visited the manger at night.

It was on the night that Li Nannan was rescued that many 800 residents heard the madwoman in the dark, constantly calling for her son.

All kinds of legends prove that the holy land of the Valley of the Kings is not something that Yang Tiantian can enter.

But now, when the old village chief jumped off the fire pit because of her son-in-law's warp and her daughter, she let her go to the Valley of the Kings to cultivate.

It's a gift.

She had to pay a big bow in order to repay the kindness of the old village chief.

Snow, bigger.

The wind blows unceasingly.

When Xie Qing, who was holding his hands behind his back, looked up, he saw that the dark clouds were extremely low, as if he could catch it as soon as he stretched out his hand.

Maybe it's because of looking up for too long and getting tired of his eyes, Xie Qing is sad from the heavy snow, as if he saw a long figure passing through the clouds.

Dancing with teeth and claws.

Fleeting.

It was so fast that he didn't have time to catch it, so he wiped his eyes vigorously, and when he looked again, the place where the long black shadow disappeared was replaced by a blurred face.

This face was smiling, looking at Yang Tiantian who was kneeling in the snow.

Similarly, before Xie Qingshu could lock onto the general outline of the face, it changed again.

It became—a dark cloud.

"Let's go. Otherwise, you will freeze to death. ”

Xie Qingshu lowered his head and said to Yang Tiantian, who was kneeling on the ground motionless.

Yang Tiantian didn't move.

Call!

The wind is stronger.

Blowing snowflakes on my face, it hurts a little.

But the two stunned people who carried the sedan chair and trudged through the knee-high snow were full of excitement, treating the snow as nothing, just trying to stare wide-eyed and look forward.

Among the four people who carried the sedan chair, except for Uncle Kui in the left rear, the two stunned people, the stones and the three people who were tied to the sedan chair were all young offspring who were not married.

According to the ancestral system, the three of them are not qualified to go to the Valley of the Kings.

But the old village chief said that it was only because he sent Yang Tiantian to the Imperial Valley to cultivate this time, so he let the three virgins go with him, so that they could use their childlike bodies to offset the yin qi emitted by the living women.

No matter how many times these three guys masturbated at the atlas after being bewitched by Li Nannan, as long as they don't have that kind of substantive relationship with a woman, they are children.

Yang Tiantian sat in the sedan chair, the door of the sedan chair and the windows on both sides had been sealed with yellow table paper.

She herself, too, wore a navy blue shroud, her hair was spread out, her eyes were covered with a black cloth, like a zombie, she sat straight inside, unable to move.

If she moved, the slender steel needles arranged according to the direction of the one hundred and eight heavenly evils would pierce her clothes and pierce her skin.

Walking for a short distance, or if the terrain is flat, Yang Tiantian can barely maintain a motionless posture.

The straight-line distance from Babai to the Valley of the Kings is about one kilometer at most.

Placed on the road outside, if the dead man is stunned and waits for the dead to spread his feet and run, it is estimated that it will be a matter of a few minutes.

But this is in the mountains and mountains, looking at the mountains and running dead horses, this sentence is not just a casual talk.

From midnight last night to now, the sky is bright, but everyone seems to be standing still.

The snow is too thick.

After embarking on the journey from 800 to 800, everyone took a lot of effort every step they took.

What's more, the road conditions are so bad that people are anxious.

Thankfully, it was snowing.

Otherwise, if the big guy can walk half the way, it's already very good.

There is only one way to the Valley of the Kings since ancient times.

On this road, there are a lot of artificial holes - no matter how difficult it is, how to do it.

Poor road conditions, in case of enemy invasion, the process of getting to the Valley of the Kings.

The second stunned man and others were used to walking on mountain roads, but they didn't find it too difficult to walk.

It's just bitter Yang Tiantian sitting in the sedan chair.

Dressed like a dead man, wearing a shroud, blindfolded, and his lips were painted blood-red, the key was the steel needles that hurt as long as he moved.

The function of the steel needle is to make her unable to move like a dead person.

Only a dead woman can enter the Valley of the Kings, which is the ancestral system of eight hundred, and no one can disobey it.

Yang Tiantian is going to the Valley of the Kings, and of course the old village chief can't kill her.

This is the only way to make her pretend to be a dead person.

Fools.

In order to completely fool the ghost over, not only did Yang Tiantian pretend to be dead, but even the two stunned people who carried the sedan chair were all dressed in linen and filial piety.

In this sedan chair, there is still a peculiar smell.

The smell of the dead.

This sedan chair is the "special car" that 800 villagers carried to the Valley of the Kings for burial after they died.

On the left side of the sedan chair, the old village chief personally supported it, taking the meaning of "helping the spirit".

In front of the sedan chair, there are two half-sized men wearing pointed white hats, waving high flags, on which are written crooked words that no one can understand.

Behind the palanquin, all the people in the village.

Eight hundred was originally a small village with only more than 100 people, and it was hard to die - can you give it a ride in person?

Xie Qingqing hurt the couple, and also participated.

However, they did not wear linen and filial piety like Li Nannan's wife and others.

Therefore, Xue Xinghan wondered in his heart: "Yang Tiantian is not an eight-hundred-year-old native, how can he enjoy the treatment of letting the villagers wear linen and filial piety?" ”

Xie Qingshu ignored her, just grabbed a handful of paper money from the bamboo basket she was carrying on her arm and scattered it all over the sky.

Funeral is to scatter paper money, which is also one of the customs and habits of ancient times.

Not only did they have to sprinkle paper money, but there were also a few half-sized children, carrying old scalpers, gold and silver mountains, face mountains, and white paper people.

The old scalper has put the finishing touch.

Lifelike, swaying left and right with the wind, as if it would scream at any time, and go away against the wind.

The paper figure has no finishing touch.

The mourners are afraid that after it is put the finishing touch, they will depict six people it likes and take them to another world together.

The paper figure is the first thing to do, but it's at the mouth of the valley.

When the time comes, the half-grown children will pile up the old scalpers and others, including the unfinished paper money, and the village chief will light them.

When the fire is about to burn to the paper figure, the paster who is in charge of the finishing touch will pick up the red pen and quickly tap it twice in the blank eyes of the paper figure.

Legend has it that at that time, the paper man had spirituality and wanted to take away the souls of six people, but because his body was burned by the fire, he could not concentrate, and only howled silently, and the old ox that was screaming turned into ashes and rose away.

This was burned outside the valley mouth.

The funeral guards are to let everyone see that the dead have entered the valley and let them rest assured.

These paper figures, cattle and the like, after being burned once at the mouth of the valley, after entering the valley, the second master who is responsible for guarding the Valley of the Emperors - don't ask what the second uncle's name is, all the eight hundred residents, including the old village chief, call him the second uncle.

The second uncle is his name.

This name has been passed down for more than a thousand years.

Whoever guards the Valley of the Kings is the second master.

Whenever a dead person enters the valley, the second master will take out another set of old cattle, paper figures, etc., and send them into the nine-story holy tower together with the dead.

Since then, the entire burial ceremony of the dead has been officially completed.

As for the corpses of the dead, they will be burned, buried, or brushed with a special tung oil, and placed in the nine-story holy pagoda to accompany the emperor - except for the second master and the old village chief, no one else knows.

What Xie Qingshu knew, Xue Xinghan knew.

Xue Xinghan didn't know, so he could only ask her man, and his left hand quietly reached under his ribs: "You are talking to the old lady." Yang Tiantian, why can you go to the Valley of the Kings? ”

Xie Qingshu was pinched by her, frowned and asked, "You are envious, do you want to go too?" ”

"Yes."

Xue Xinghan said honestly: "I have long wanted to go and see it." Hmph, otherwise, according to the old lady's temperament, how can she be in this broken place where the rabbit doesn't, and you can't even see a handsome guy, squatting for so many years? ”

The corners of Xie Qing's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything.

Xue Xinghan stretched out his hand again: "Hey, why don't we explore the Valley of the Kings at night tonight?" I've heard that there are flowers that don't give thanks at four o'clock, and rare birds and beasts are running all over the ground. If we can catch a unicorn, catch a phoenix or something like that, then we will be developed. ”

"Her surname is Yang."

Xie Qingqing said thoughtlessly.

Xue Xinghan said: "What is her surname Yang?" ”

Xie Qingshu ignored her anymore, reached out and grabbed the paper money again, and slammed it into the sky.

The north wind blew, the paper money floated, and the voice of the old village chief sounded: "When the auspicious time comes, people are free, and the relatives of the deceased will break their intestines!" ”

Valley of the Kings, arrived.

When Xue Xinghan looked up, he found that the heavy snow in the sky, I don't know when, had turned into cold sleet.

As far as the eye can see, the two sides of the valley mouth, which is only about ten meters wide, are lush with pines and cypresses.

"Her surname is Yang!"

When Xue Xinghan's gaze fell on the three black seal characters on the left side of the valley mouth, he suddenly understood.