The night wind blew and blew on the bearer.

I had the impression that the bearer was always dressed in white. At this time, I realized that there was a white dress, and it was clearly a white hair.

Because the wind blew on his body, and the hairs rose and fell with the wind.

What caught my attention even more was that the body structure of this banner bearer was very special, the upper body was very short, the lower body was very long, and the proportions were extremely uncoordinated, which looked very awkward.

And the face of the banner bearer was facing me, and a pair of deep eyes were staring at me.

I couldn't help but nervous when I saw those eyes, as if those eyes could see me through. I'm a thief, after all, I'm not a real bone picker, but I use the bone-picker's outfit to swagger through the market.

Now I can basically be sure that the banner bearer in front of me should be the mountain ghost mentioned by the old stall head. It's just that unlike the mountain ghost I've seen, he's much taller, looking at a foot of 1.8 meters. And the mountain ghost who was attracted by the light of my flashlight is only 1.5 meters tall. But this is also normal, people are divided into three, six, nine and so on, and the body is noble and unequal, not to mention the mountain ghosts.

I don't know why this banner bearer is a mountain ghost, is it his own essence or is it controlled by someone? More and more questions are coming to mind.

Seeing the sharp gaze of the man with the banner, I was afraid that he would see something, and did not dare to look at him, so I turned my gaze to the line of corpses.

The bearer took off the brass bell from the banner and held it in his hand, but did not make a bell. The corpse team did not go any further, but stood neatly on the path.

In this way, there were two clear flags beside me, a bone-seeking lamp on the ground, and a few Buddha incense sticks in my hands, one of which had been lit, and a wisp of smoke rose up and went straight to my nose.

On the other side, there was the strange flag-bearer, and behind him was the strange group of corpses ready to go to the cliff for burial.

This confrontation lasted for about ten minutes.

In the past ten minutes, I have been more than ten hours. Sweat kept dripping from my forehead, dripping down my face, and I didn't dare to wipe it.

Didn't the old stall head say that these people will pass by me, people walk on the road, and the corpse walks on the road? Why do you stand still, do you see that I am a fake?

I was thinking about it in my heart, and suddenly I realized a serious problem.

I was so nervous that I forgot about one link.

The old stall asked me to recite that set of mantras at this time.

At this time, it may be that the banner bearer was waiting impatiently, and his eyes suddenly flashed in the moonlight, and his body moved, as if he was about to prepare to come.

But in my hurry, I couldn't remember how that mantra began.

I suddenly broke out in a cold sweat again, and was blown by the night wind, and I even fought several cold wars in a row.

The brass bell in the hand of the flag-bearer was also raised again, and with a bang, the copper bell shook and a string of crisp bells resounded on the top of the mountain.

"Mountain...... Rocks, water and soil ......"

Frightened by him, I finally remembered those few words, and blurted out the first sentence.

The brass bell of the bearer of the banner was held up in the air, and he heard this

One sentence, and the next action was stopped.

"Mountains and rocks, water and soil, looking for corpses and picking bones, dust to dust, soil to earth, Yin people to be buried, Yang people to find ancestors......" I suppressed the tension in my heart, and a series of mantras were finally recited in full.

Then I read it a second time, a third time......

The body of the flag-bearer flashed to the side of the path, and the brass bell in his hand rang again.

As he dodged away, the line of corpses was revealed. A group of corpses dressed in shrouds slowly moved their footsteps along the path and headed straight for me.

Actually, I've seen corpses walking, in the underground parking lot of Tianyou Square. At that time, the two corpses attacked me and Liang Yue, so there was not much surprise when walking with the corpses.

But today is different, most of these corpses have been buried on cliffs, that is to say, they have been crushed to pieces, because there is resentment in their hearts, their souls are not dispersed, and mountain dogs do not eat. They were picked up by the old stall of the bone pickers, and they were re-stitched together by the corpse sewers. I don't think there's anything to say these things, but when I think about it, every step is enough to make a thriller.

The bearer must have given the order to move forward, and the corpse team is getting closer and closer to me.

These corpse pieces must have been formed for a long time, and according to the old stall head, they were sewn together and placed in the mountain pool to embalm. As they approached, I smelled a strange smell rushing to my nose. The smell is not stinky, it is sour or not, and it smells very uncomfortable.

Fortunately, they were all wearing shrouds, which were so fat that they basically covered their entire bodies. Only the face and neck are exposed. This can be a little less visually impactful to me.

The first man to come was a man, drenched, his face was unrecognizable, one eye was gone, only an empty eye hole remained, and the bare skin on his face and neck was also blue-gray, and there were traces of stitches when he got closer.

I didn't dare to stop in my mouth, still chanting those few mantras repeatedly, and the Buddha incense in my hand had burned to half of the position.

The man came close to me and stopped.

I shuddered, and I met his one-eyed eye.

The eye may have lost the ability to close, staring roundly, without blinking.

I could feel that my voice was already shaking, and I didn't know what he was going to do to me next. Time was tight, and the old stall didn't have time to tell me the details.

I gritted my teeth and forced myself to compose. I knew that if I did something that didn't match my identity as a bone picker, the consequences would be dire. As the old stall said, not only will he be finished, but even he will be implicated.

After going through a lot of things, I have become convinced of the words of the old stall leader.

The man stayed in front of me for more than ten seconds before he suddenly opened his mouth.

The smell of his mouth was even greater, and I almost vomited when I smoked it.

Immediately after, the smoke rising from the Buddha incense in my hand went down his mouth and inhaled it.

I see, these corpses

It's dead people, they don't have to breathe anymore, and they can't breathe through their noses. If you want to ingest the smoke of these Buddha incense, you can only do it through your mouth.

He took a big breath of smoke, then closed his mouth, hesitated slightly, and walked over to my right.

I remember the flag on the right, which is the path of the underworld, that is, walking the dead.

And so, he passed me, circled half the flag, and continued down the road behind me.

Then came the second one, and the second one was an old man, who had a good job of sewing corpses, and his beard had been restored.

(End of chapter)

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