Chen Pi took the onion from the back to the chest, and looked at it carefully, there is not much difference from ordinary onions, it may be more beautiful and more colorful.

Try peeling off a piece and pinching it gently.

Chen Pi didn't feel anything, he didn't even feel spicy eyes, but Liao Yongchang beside him suddenly began to cry loudly, and his tears brushed out like a fountain.

Woooooooo

It's not just Liao Yongchang.

Zhao Zimin behind Chen Pi, as well as the group of classmates who were gagged, all cried loudly. He pinched it harder, and when he looked at the villagers wearing demon masks a little farther away, and even the ghosts floating in the air, they began to shed tears.

Chen Pi himself was confused.

This onion is really bursting, even the ghost can't bear it, haven't you seen a ghost with tears?

Look at the tears with a black ghostly aura, it's like rain.

Produced by bad luck.

Sure enough!

Taking advantage of the tears of everyone and the ghosts, Chen Pi quickly turned around and untied the ropes of Zhao Zimin and the group of classmates, and took off the paper ball in his mouth by the way.

Chen ...... Woooooooo Zhao Zimin stood beside Chen Pi and saw the surrounding situation clearly, the whole person was not good, what happened? Can anyone explain?

Chen Pi didn't have time to explain, so he had to deal with it casually: "The feelings of the fellow villagers are too abundant, and the memories are bittersweet and sweet, and I have moved myself." ”

"Woooooooooo......oo Be careful! ”

Su Rourou, who was also pear blossoms and rain, suddenly raised her finger and pointed behind Chen Pi.

On the mottled cliff slope, a black ghost, shedding tears, rushed towards the tangerine peel with teeth and claws, this ghost was the farthest away from the tangerine peel, and the worst affected.

Yikes!

didn't even turn around, the tangerine peel directly tore off a whole piece of onion, pinched and popped, and the onion juice splashed.

Almost at the same time.

A good ghost that was originally rushing in mid-air.

The body stiffened like a rock, and the tears in the ghost's eyes came down all at once...... All the unjust souls feel like they've seen a ghost, this is completely unscientific, how can you cry when you rush to kill?

This frozen ghost may inhale a little too much onion juice, and he can't stop crying at all, which is no longer a category that a ghost can understand.

Originally, it was a good blood exchange.

was given an onion by tangerine peel and made into a crying contest.

"If you are willing to peel my heart layer by layer, you will have a sore nose and you will shed tears." Chen Pi's mouth was happily humming a song that the world couldn't understand at all.

Around the group of 'demons and monsters' who are doing things, peel off the onions layer by layer.

Woooooooo

Woooooooo

Older villagers can cry and faint in a few minutes.

Look at the souls.

There are not many ghosts who die of illness in this kind of disease, and their deaths are not deliberately harmed by anyone, most of them are to blame. died but was unwilling to return to heaven, stranded in the world, such a waste of snot and tears, and soon cried almost to the point of his soul.

A weaker ghost.

The bones of the body are starting to become transparent.

Zhao Zimin took the rescued students and ran far away, and the signal in the mobile phone was also on, so he called directly for help.

In order to prevent someone from escaping.

Chen Pi didn't plan to leave at all, just walked to the campfire, sat cross-legged, and peeled a layer of onions every once in a while.

Give it a gentle pinch.

The surrounding cries were completely synchronized with Chen Pi's fingers.

The onion is torn.

The cry instantly increased.

When the juice of the onion is gone, the crying will subside.

Of course, some unjust souls want to simply escape from the cliff, but they don't know why, they just can't fly out, and this cliff slope is like being detained by an invisible golden bell jar.

Outside the hood stood a snow-white bobcat.

Meow meow softly, as if to cheer for tangerine peel, and as if to laugh at those stupid ghosts who can't escape.

Time passes slowly.

The rain stopped.

Seeing that the moon is about to set and the sun rises, this group of unjust ghosts who have already become soft-footed shrimps, if they are stunned to face the daylight, the end will be scattered, and they will never be able to live forever.

Smack.

Smack.

The mountain ghosts who walked barefoot finally came and stood in front of the cliff slope with their hands in their hands.

"Goddess?"

"Goddess, help, woo woo."

When life was in danger, the despicable side of human nature finally broke out completely, and this group of villagers who had annihilated their nature had already called people mountain ghosts, and now, in the blink of an eye, they had become goddesses.

But life is not a choice question, choosing to be a villain for a minute or a bear for a lifetime, it's right, which situation is worse?

When a walking beast?

The mountain ghost looked at the villagers and ghosts on the cliff slope and said, "Many people live in emptiness, but it really takes courage to face despair. ”

I'm sorry?

The mountain ghost says sorry to the villagers!

No matter how stupid a person is, he can hear the meaning of these words, and the last straw seems to be broken, but who is complaining about this? The cause you planted, no matter how dirty the fruit is, you have to endure the nausea and swallow it, the truth is like this, the authorities are confused, when you are in it, no one reminds you, you will never know how stupid you are.

The onion in Chenpi's hand has not yet been peeled, and the cry on the cliff slope is still there.

"Does anyone fold paper boats?" At this time, the mountain ghost suddenly turned his head and asked Zhao Zimin's group of people who were hiding far away with no beginning and no end.

Paper boats?

The students who had been over-frightened, including Zhao Zimin, the leading teacher, were a little apprehensive and didn't dare to reply at all.

"I, I will." After a while, Su Rourou quietly raised her hand.

The next moment.

A thick pile of paper flew over on the cliff slope: "Then please fold some paper boats, and after folding, put them in the river next to them." ”

Su Rourou didn't ask why.

There are too many treacherous things to do tonight.

It's just stacked, her psychological induction told herself that the last woman to appear on the cliff slope would not harm herself.

Seriously fold the paper into a small and delicate boat, gently put it in the river stream, the night breeze blows, but these paper boats do not move, as if waiting for the passengers.

"Life and death, thousands of miles of graves, dreams at night, tears for a thousand lines......" The mountain ghost stood between the cliffs facing the wind, and there were words in his mouth, "Go, go, get on this boat, go where you should go, this is the last chance." ”

Those villagers wept bitterly for half a night, most of them had already fainted from crying, and those who could hold on and not disappear were all unjust souls, tearful souls.

Merely.

didn't cry and fainted, it's worse than crying and fainting, and there is almost no ghost.

After three breaths.

The first ghost floated gently out of the cliff slope and landed on a paper boat, and the breeze blew and the paper boat began to row into the distance in the dark night.

And then.

The second soul also floated out, the third, and the fourth......

Liao Yongchang is one of the few villagers who has not fainted from crying, but a pair of eyes have long been swollen from crying, originally with resentment and unbearable embarrassment, but at this time, he suddenly let go of his life and cried, Chen Pi looked down at the onion in the palm of his hand, he didn't peel it more?

Liao Yongchang's crying began with a female ghost who was over half a hundred years old, and he couldn't stop shouting a name in his mouth, thinking that it should be his mother.

This cry seems to be contagious.

The unjust souls who floated to those paper boats also began to cry whining, this time they really cried, and several of them who really had a heart of repentance bent down gently and bowed to the mountain ghosts.

Wind.

Blowing across the river.

Suddenly, the paper boat began to light up with a faint fire.

According to legend, the name of the river in this Yin Mountain in the early years was Yanghe.

The Yang River runs through the entire Yin Mountain, which is regarded as the mother river of this mountain, nurturing the water and soil. In the night breeze, the splash of the river splashed, slapping on Su Rourou's cheeks on the bank, slightly cool.

According to the Yinshan story, after a person dies, he has to cross a goose-feathered Nai River in Huangquan, and burning a boat can allow his relatives to cross the river safely and reach another paradise.

Burning paper boats.

Drifting away slowly along the water of the Yang River, the faint firelight illuminates the entire river and seems to light up the entire Yin Mountain.

Paper boats are lined up in a long way, from near to far, gradually disappearing into the night.

A long groan of sorrow and compassion came from the mouth of the mountain ghost, and the voice spread throughout Yin Mountain, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low.

She's shouting about the mountain.

For the group of villagers she has always tried her best to protect, call their present life, call their next life.

In the sun, there is a fate to meet.

In the next life, you don't owe an inch.

Let's go.

Don't read it.

The mountain ghost's shouting continued for a long time, until the paper boat burned out, until her voice shouted hoarsely.

At the junction of the sky and the mountains, a touch of fish belly white is revealed.

Sky.

It's going to light up.

Chenpi crushed the last piece of onion, took a deep breath of the fresh morning air, stood up, walked to the mountain ghost, closed his eyes, and opened his arms, as if to hug the whole mountain. When he just raised his hands, the banks of the Yang River suddenly bloomed one after another, bright as blood.

Flowers bloom on both sides.

Red as fire.

Bright as the sun.

The fish belly in the corner of the sky is white, and when you open your squinted eyes, the blood-colored flowers are instantly broken into fluorescent, the breeze is coming, and the fireflies are all over the sky.

This is the ancient temple begonia, this is also the flower of this world, the flower is buried under the Rao bone of Yin Mountain, the bone blooms, the flower of life, the flower is given away......