Xu Lang's eyes looked at the dozen or so old people around him, he knew very well in his heart that with his nameless skills and the modern weapons he carried, even if there was a dispute, he could definitely gain the upper hand!

But......

Xu Lang didn't know why, when these people looked at him one by one, they actually felt afraid.

As if they were stared at by some beast, as if once Xu Lang said something disobedient, they would attack him in groups, and Xu Lang and the others felt that they couldn't resist?

This feeling is very strange, but it really surrounds Xu Lang's heart.

Danger, where does it come from?

Xu Lang narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the back of the village chief, who stood motionless on crutches, as if he had become a wooden man after saying that.

Nameless once warned Xu Lang that this village chief was dangerous!

But the situation was not easy to talk about at that time, and Xu Lang still couldn't see what made Nameless vigilant about this village chief.

Xu Lang looked at Uncle Chen again, and at this time, a smile appeared on his sharp-beaked monkey cheek face, but no matter how he looked at it, he was cunning.

It's so weird!

Since entering the village, the village chief and others have not asked or said anything, and directly asked the executors to attend the funeral, and have already made it clear that if they want to stay in the village, they must participate.

This made Xu Lang extremely embarrassed, if he participated, he never figured out their purpose, and the risk was too great; However, if they do not participate, they will not be able to complete the mission, especially if the mission information clearly states that they should arrive before 8 p.m.

Obviously, this funeral is extremely important for this mission.

And just when Xu Lang was uncertain, Uncle Chen finally spoke on the side: "The two female babies don't have to participate, I mainly want to borrow you four male babies." ”

Xu Lang frowned slightly and looked at Uncle Chen, "What are you doing with us?" ”

Uncle Chen raised his head towards the coffin and said faintly: "Carry the coffin into the mountain!" ”

Carry the coffin into the mountain?

What mountain? Grave Mountain?

Xu Lang immediately understood that Uncle Chen wanted to borrow these male executors to carry Chen Huanxi's coffin and bury him in the mountain.

"Why don't you use the young people of your village?"

When Uncle Chen heard this, he suddenly narrowed his eyes, and Xu Lang could see that his body suddenly tensed, as if this sentence had touched a secret in him, and his eyes revealed an indescribable meaning.

This glance made Xu Lang's heart feel cold, this feeling was as if the person in front of him had suddenly turned into an evil spirit, exuding coldness and evil.

And the rest of the villagers of Peach Blossom Village, after hearing this, also changed their temperament, and the atmosphere at the scene immediately became tense, as if they were ready to take action against Xu Lang and the others at any time.

Xu Lang chuckled in his heart, he had a hunch that once things were allowed to develop, they would not be better.

At this time, Nameless walked over with a cold face, and said in Xu Lang's ear: "You can't disobey, these people are wrong!" ”

Xu Lang frowned slightly, but the nameless next sentence made Xu Lang feel cold.

"These people, not breathing!"

What the?

A moment of astonishment flashed in Xu Lang's eyes, but he quickly returned to normal, pretending to glance around the surrounding villagers with ease.

These villagers were expressionless and had a cold temperament, but before Xu Lang said that, he didn't feel that they were anything different from ordinary people.

Nameless whispered cautiously: "While you were thinking, I walked around the mourning hall, and these peach blossom villagers, their chests did not rise and fall at all, and they couldn't hear the slightest gasp.

If you look at the back of the village chief's hand on crutches, there are brown spots on it, what does that look like? ”

Xu Lang took advantage of the moonlight to look at the back of the village chief from the side.

On the right hand of the crutched man, the old and loose skin was a little drooping, and there were a series of brown spots from the back of the hand to the wrist, circle after circle......

Xu Lang couldn't be more familiar with these things, because they were corpse spots!

But then, he frowned and said, "I don't smell the slightest smell of corpses!" ”

Nameless shook his head: "I don't know about this, but now the probability that they are not alive is very high, and you can see the current situation, we can't have friction with them, whether you want to pass this level today, you have to get through it!" ”

Xu Lang looked back at the executor behind him, looked down for a moment, gritted his teeth, and reluctantly nodded at Uncle Chen, who had been waiting.

"Okay, we promise you."

That Uncle Chen seemed to have been waiting for Xu Lang and the others to nod, and finally got an answer at this time, and the cold temperament before suddenly disappeared, as if it had returned to normal in an instant.

He dragged the cup in his hand, came to Xu Lang and the others, looked at it repeatedly, and then nodded.

With a wave of his sleeves, more than a dozen people in the mourning hall gathered together in an orderly manner.

Uncle Chen, holding a banner in one hand and dragging a cup in the other, began to chant words in his mouth: "Chen Jiahuan is happy, seventy out of eighty, leaving at the end of the day, so go to the southwest, cover the coffin ......"

As soon as the word coffin came out, I don't know if it was Xu Lang's illusion or what's going on, a yin wind suddenly swept out of the mourning hall, Xu Lang stood on tiptoe a little and looked inside.

He clearly saw that from the inside of the coffin, by the wind, a white silk scarf slowly floated out, and the face of the deceased, which was originally covered, was suddenly revealed.

When Xu Lang was about to take a closer look, the group of villagers had completely covered the entire coffin lid and began to nail it to seal it.

Xu Lang frowned slightly, he didn't see Chen Huanxi's death, but only saw the corner of the pitch-black shroud, the corpse was bulging, as if he was a fat man?

But looking at the portrait, Chen Huanxi is obviously a skinny old man, why does the corpse look a little blessed?

Xu Lang pondered for a while, came to Uncle Chen's side, and asked, "When did Chen Huanxi die?" ”

When Uncle Chen heard this, he raised his eyebrows, turned his head and said, "You junior, is this what you should ask?" Just wait a while and listen to the arrangement. ”

Xu Lang didn't move, but the strange feeling in his heart was even worse.

There is a problem in Peach Blossom Village, there is a problem with the villagers, there is a problem with the mourning hall, and now even the corpse looks unusual, where is this funeral so important, even the task information has to force the executor to participate?

At this time, the coffin had been fully nailed, and Uncle Chen shouted solemnly: "Rise up the spirit ......"

When the other villagers carried the coffin to the door of the mourning hall, Uncle Chen squinted his eyes and began to circle around the coffin, "Anyone who belongs to snakes and sheep should turn around and avoid it, and they are not allowed to participate in the funeral." ”

Snake?

Xu Lang thought in his heart, he was 27 years old this year, and he happened to be a snake, and then he glanced at the others, with an inquiring meaning in his eyes.

Nameless, Rong Chuan, Huang Hui and the others all shook their heads, it seemed that they were in line with the rules.

Only John was stunned, since entering Peach Blossom Village, everything seemed to have nothing to do with him, and his existence seemed to be an anomaly.

But Xu Lang didn't care about him, he was a snake, if he followed Uncle Chen's intentions, he wouldn't be able to participate in the next funeral at all.

However, this funeral must be related to the direction of the entire mission, and there must be a lot of clues in it.

If Xu Lang didn't go in person, he would probably miss it.

In this case, Xu Lang is definitely unwilling.

Thinking like this, Xu Lang felt that these things were just a formality, why bother to be serious, everything had to be task-oriented.

As a result, he and the other executors did not turn away from it, but continued to decide to conceal their participation in the ensuing ritual.

Uncle Chen was around the coffin, and after sparing seven and a half circles, he stood still, dipped the water in the cup in his hand with his fingers, and then flicked it to the four corners of the coffin.

He looked back at Xu Lang and the others, "You four boys, come out and put on the dragon frame." ”

"Dragon Rack?" Nameless and the others were a little puzzled, Xu Lang waved his hand: "It's the wooden frame that carries the coffin." ”

The four of them began to wrap around the coffin and began to buckle the knots prepared in advance, while Huang Hui and Gu Chunxia stood on the edge of the mourning hall with their four backpacks and waited.

Xu Lang's eyes came to the back of the coffin, and he began to look around while tying the knot.

The size of this coffin belongs to the normal category, the pitch-black and shiny black coffin exudes a cold atmosphere, and Xu Lang has been a little chilled after staying by his side for a long time.

Uncanny!

This is Xu Lang's first feeling, and the next funeral action may not be so simple!

Xu Lang tied the rope in his hand tightly, stretched it twice to make sure it was correct, and then glanced at the nameless next to him.

Nameless nodded, waiting for an opportunity!

The four of them finished their work and stood up almost at the same time.

Uncle Chen came closer, checked it, and was quite satisfied with the work of Xu Lang and others, then smiled and patted Xu Lang's shoulder, and said faintly: "When we come back, you will understand." ”

When Xu Lang heard this, he frowned, a little confused about what this sentence meant.

But after Uncle Chen patted Xu Lang's shoulder, his arm suddenly stopped, as if it was a little flustered, and then buckled Xu Lang's arm, Xu Lang only felt that his left arm suddenly seemed to be no longer his own, crispy and numb.

And at this moment, Nameless held down the coffin, instantly crossed over from above, and kicked at Uncle Chen.

But such a powerful move was unexpectedly dodged by Uncle Chen's slight sideways, and even the cup that Xu Lang could see in his palm did not splash a drop of water.

Nameless was about to step forward, but Xu Lang waved his hand: "It's okay." ”

He could feel that Uncle Chen was not trying to kill him, but groping for something, which looked like he was touching his bones.

Then Uncle Chen's face became more and more gloomy, he took his palm off Xu Lang's shoulder, glanced at him and said, "You don't have to participate in the next ceremony." ”

Xu Lang frowned and didn't speak, he once again subverted his cognition, can he really judge a person's age by touching his bones?

Nameless was anxious: "This ......"

I saw Uncle Chen, stretched out his hand, and pointed at Huang Hui, who was always watching the play, "That girl, you come to carry the coffin for him!" ”