Well. King Ling's Tomb, in fact, sometimes I think you are very cute, but sometimes you are very hateful......"

"Shhhh Don't make a sound, they've arrived. ”

I immediately shut up when I heard the sound, and looked outside, a team of people and horses came neatly from a distance, and in front were a dozen carriages, and strangely enough, I could see directly through these carriages, and the scene behind the carriages. Behind the carriage was a tall black shadow, holding a white square clan in his hand, with a black shadow behind him, moving forward in a neat manner.

Dozens of people lined up in two rows.

I held my breath and looked closely, the tallest black shadow was wearing pure black armor, and behind him were two rows of columns, and in the middle of the procession, a large drum carried by eight black shadows, and the drum was surrounded by bronze bells.

A group of centaurs slowly approached from a distance, past me, and then slowly moved away.

They were interspersed among the villagers of the Yin Wedding Sacrifice, and the villagers couldn't see them, they only hugged their arms tightly, and said something so cold that they couldn't hear what they said.

The long procession of Yin soldiers gradually moved away, and at the end of the line was an ordinary man, who at first glance looked like a living man, holding a long bone horn in his hand, which was not played, but I heard the sound of the horn. His face was very pale, and it collided with the color of the black shadows in front of him, which was very unobtrusive.

Soon, all the Yin soldiers disappeared in front.

I recalled the appearance of the Yin soldiers in my heart, it was very vague, I couldn't tell who was who at all, I just felt that their faces were very long, twice as long as ordinary people, and the facial features on their faces were not clear, as if they were made of black paper, except for the one at the back, as if they were white paper.

As soon as the Yin soldiers walked over, a team of Yang people who greeted their relatives walked over.

Walking at the front of the greeting team is Yang Bo, he is holding a photo frame in his hand, on the photo frame is a photo of Yang Jie, and a flower is tied with a red silk scarf in the corner of the photo frame, Yang Jie on the photo is smiling, looking very sunny and cheerful.

Yang Jie has passed away and has become a yin ghost, but the yin ghost also has the right to choose his own love, and he can't just rely on his parents' orders, besides, Yang Jie's body still has to be cooked and held a yin wedding sacrifice to make his parents immortal. Such a healthy and lively boy has such a miserable fate, God is really unfair.

If Yang An knew that his baby brother had become like this, he would definitely be so angry that he would kill his parents.

Behind Uncle Yang was Aunt Yang.

Aunt Yang cried deliberately, with tears on her face, not knowing that she was crying for Yang Jie's death, but crying for joy that she could get immortality immediately.

A group of people blew and fluttered and walked in the direction of the small courtyard.

It's here to carry Yang Jie's coffin.

King Ling's Tomb jumped down from above, took me by the hand, and pulled me to the top to hide with him. I whispered to ask King Ling why he didn't pull me up directly just now, causing me to be frightened below, and King Ling knocked my head hard: "Don't let you be afraid, how do you know how good your uncle is?" I rolled my eyes.

As he was talking, the greeting team had already walked to the door of the backyard, Yang Bo pushed the door open, commanded everyone to carry Yang Jie's coffin, and then walked out of the courtyard and walked to the sacrificial field. The welcoming procession was made up of villagers, who had not undergone serious professional training, and were a bit scattered, and we were mixed in and could not be seen at all.

They carried Yang Jie's coffin in front, and at this time, I suddenly saw a group of people next to Yang Jie's coffin.

Those people also carried Yang Jie's coffin, but they seemed to come out of thin air, all wearing red cotton and linen robes and pointed white hats, and Zhao Tianming was also mixed in, with one hand still on Yang Jie's coffin board. At the back of the line, Yu Yingying mixed in the team, carrying a basket, and in the basket there were gold ingots and money and paper.

This is a dowry for the Yin people, just like the scene of marrying a girl in ancient times.

It was supposed to be a sad and serious funeral, but it was made joyful by the noisy atmosphere of gongs and drums, and it seemed extremely terrifying.

Walking to Lingzheng, Zhao Tianming made a stop gesture to the person carrying the coffin, then bent down to Lingzheng, then stood up, took out a glass bottle, poured out the oily liquid in it, and sprinkled it around Yang Jie's coffin. While sprinkling, there is something in the mouth. Then he walked up to Uncle Nayang, ripped off the big red flower on the photo frame, and handed it to Lingzheng.

Lingzheng took the big red flower and put it on the stake where Yu Nian was tied.

At this time, I don't know who in the crowd laughed, probably because it was very funny to watch this scene.

Indeed, it's quite funny.

But...... When such a sacrifice is held, it is taboo to be ridiculed by others.

Zhao Tianming suddenly said sharply: "Don't laugh, don't laugh!" Let me tell you, if today's Yin Wedding Sacrifice is broken, the entire Yangjia Village will have to die. What the? Are there any people from Yangjia Village present? Hum...... As long as those who participated in the sacrifice did not complete the sacrifice successfully, they had to accompany Yang Jie to the funeral. ”

When everyone heard Zhao Tianming say this, they were suddenly silent, and their faces were as frightened as ashes.

It is estimated that no matter how much money is given to them in the future, they will not come to join in the fun. Once again, I doubt, Uncle Yang's family is so rich, where did the money come from? Yang An obviously said that they would be very poor in the future, so poor that they couldn't even afford to raise their own children, and now they suddenly look like nouveau riche, where did they get the money?

Aunt Yang suddenly burst into tears.

Aunt Yang's crying is really very, very similar to Yang An, they cry like tears, but they are not ugly at all.

When Uncle Yang saw his wife crying like this, he also waved his hand to wipe away his tears, and said to Aunt Yang: "Wife, don't cry, things have come to this point, it's useless for us to cry, our son has passed away, we can find him a daughter-in-law worthy of him, and he also gave us immortality, it's worth it." ”

"Hmm......" Aunt Yang nodded and sobbed quietly.

Zhao Tianming said coldly: "Yin wedding ceremony, you can't cry, you can't laugh, aren't there records in ancient books?" You don't see that? Do you want to die? ”

Uncle Yang and Aunt Yang were so frightened that they didn't dare to come out.

Ling Zheng began to preside over the sacrificial ceremony, he first recited a quick mantra, then walked on the edge of Yang Jie's coffin with an extremely strange step, and then jumped on the coffin. At this time, I saw that the expression of the person carrying the coffin did not change at all, and the weight of the shoulders did not seem to increase, as if the spirit was jumping on it, and there was no weight at all.

The spirit was walking above the coffin for a while, and then jumped up and down the coffin, moving like a goshawk.

When he landed, the men in red robes and white hats carrying the coffin suddenly disappeared, and I rubbed my eyes and found that they were really gone.

King Ling's tomb seemed to see through my thoughts, and took the initiative to say to me: "That's the person drawn by the senior brother, it's not real. ”

Oh......

It turned out to be a paper figure made by Lingzheng, no wonder.

The villagers helped move two chairs and put them next to Yu Nian, one on the left and one on the right, Uncle Yang and Aunt Yang sat on the chairs, Lingzheng came to Zhao Tianming's ear and said something, Zhao Tianming waved his hand, and took a few villagers to get a wooden shelf out, two thick ropes were tied to the wooden shelf, everyone lifted Yang Jie's coffin to the front of the rope and put it on the ground, the coffin head was aimed at Uncle Yang and Aunt Yang, there was a feeling of worshipping heaven and earth in ancient times.

King Ling's tomb walked to Lingzheng's side.

I turned my head to look at Shen Yan, who had a cold face and stared straight at the coffin, not knowing what she was thinking.

Yu Yingying was still holding the basket in her hand, grabbing the paper money in the basket in her hand from time to time, and spilling a little in the air from time to time.

A few men came up from the crowd, walked to the side of the coffin, opened Yang Jie's coffin, and carried Yang Jie's body out.

Zhao Tianming knotted the rope, threaded the back of Yang Jie's neck as if hanging, hung a rope around his chest and tied it tightly, and then tied a knot from behind, and finally put on a big red wedding dress.

At this time, he couldn't see the rope, and Yang Jie seemed to stand up on his own.

It's just that the gloomy and pale face proves that he is already a dead man.

Originally, the woman who married the yin also wanted to do this, but Yu Nian did not die, and Lingzheng did not intend to kill her, but just let her continue to be tied to the stake. Yu Nian couldn't speak the whole time, her legs trembled with fright, and the look in her eyes also showed how scared she was.

I thought I was going to pee my pants in fear if I was tied up here.

My courage has suddenly become a lot smaller now, maybe my grandfather's affairs have a shadow in my heart.

There was an aunt in the crowd who came to help, holding cosmetics and wedding dresses or something, walked to Yu Nian and followed, dressed Yu Nian, put on a flower wedding dress, and put on makeup, looking quite beautiful.

The crowd was divided into two groups, and two leaders stood up, standing on Yang Jie's side, there was a leader, holding a long bamboo pole in his hand, and a rope sleeve was tied to the bamboo afternoon, which was tied to Yang Jie's waist, wrapped, wrapped, like a shadow puppet, and moved the corpse a few times.

Ling Zheng gestured to Zhao Tianming, Zhao Tianming dripped some liquid onto Yang Jie's corpse, and shouted: "The auspicious time has come, open your eyes......"

I was shocked, my eyes widened, and I believed this fact alive.

With Zhao Tianming's 'eye opening', it really opened the eyes of Yang Jie's corpse, which had been dead for a long time.