||->-> Chapter 382 of the text crying and mourning

While Ding Ermiao and Li Qingdong were talking, Wu Zhanzhan also walked over, looked at Li Qingdong with hope, and listened quietly. （）

Li Qingdong pointed to the southeast direction and said, "According to calculations, there is a village about ten miles ahead, and there will be ghosts there tonight." Now, you can prepare and destroy this guy first. ”

"Have you calculated the specific time?" Wu Zhanzhan asked.

"About ......, about half past ten."

Ding Ermiao saw that it was still early, so he suggested that he eat first and work well when he was full.

After a brief meal, several people packed up their magic weapons and went on the road.

On the crossing out of the village, Li Qing looked around with a thief's head, and suddenly walked to the middle of the road, pouting his buttocks, supporting his waist with one hand, and pointing to the sky with the other, and posed in a very strange posture.

Wu Zhanzhan was stunned for a moment, and asked Ding Ermiao beside him: "What do you say Li Qingdong is doing, is it going to take us to escape again?" ”

&nnovel wanshuba.combsp; Ding Ermiao also had a black line, so he shouted: "Hey, Li Qingdong, this posture is going to fly to the sky or to escape to the ground?" ”

"Huh? No, I don't. Li Qingdong turned his head and said, "I'm stopping the car." There is still ten miles to go to the village, and if you take the mountain road, there are many bends and eight windings, and there must be twenty miles. I'm going to have to find a car. ”

Ding Ermiao and Wu Zhanzhan were petrochemical at the same time. Now that it's dark, and it's in the mountains, is there still a taxi? On the road in and out of the village, the lights are dark, not to mention the car, there is no dog!

"What nonsense? Where are the cars here? Wu Zhanzhan said: "Let's go quickly, leave early, arrive early." ”

Li Qingdong smiled and said, "My god operator Li Qingdong ......, cough cough, don't talk about this." I just pinched my fingers, and I expected that in less than a minute, there would be a hitchhiker passing by here, don't believe you wait! ”

Seeing what he said, Ding Ermiao was also a little skeptical, and asked again: "Then you stop the car, what are you doing with your ass?" ”

"Uncle Ding, are you still embarrassed to ask? Didn't you kick me around and kick me in the waist? You think I'm willing to pout my ass! ”

Ding Ermiao and Wu Zhanzhan glanced at each other, crying and laughing. Li Qingdong is simply a living treasure, and it is interesting to take him.

Suddenly, a light turned the fork in front of it and shot straight through. If you look closely, it's an electric tricycle. The tricycle was stopped by Li Qingdong, and when he asked, he was really going to the village in front, and he happily agreed, and took the three of them on the road.

Ding Ermiao and Wu Zhanzhan were dumbfounded, this Li Qingdong said that he was a god operator, and it was indeed not in vain.

Sitting on the electric tricycle, several people in the night, towards the front of the stockade. The village is called the locust tree pass, and there are big locust trees everywhere.

At the crossing of the village, Li Qingdong asked the fellow who was driving to stop, thanked him, asked the fellow to take a please, and then the three of them were on the side of the road.

At night, the village is not small, and there are always hundreds of households. Faintly, I heard the sound of suona mourning music in front of the village. Needless to say, someone in the village has passed away and is doing funerals.

"Where will the ghost be? I didn't notice the ghost. Wu Zhanzhan opened the compass and asked, "Li Qingdong, it's not that you made a mistake in your calculations, right?" ”

"My god operator......" Li Qingdong was about to brag again, but found that Ding Ermiao's eyes were staring at him like a sword in the dark, and he hurriedly held back his big words and said, "Uncle Wu, don't worry, the time hasn't come yet." ”

Ding Ermiao snorted and said, "If the calculation is wrong, Li Qingdong, you should be careful of your goatee." ”

Li Qingdong also snorted and said, "Why don't I make a bet with Uncle Ding?" If I'm right, you call me uncle? ”

"It's itchy, isn't it?" Ding Ermiao flew up and kicked over.

But this kick kicked into the air, and Li Qingdong, who was standing in front of him, suddenly disappeared into the air.

Ding Ermiao was turning his head to look around, but Li Qingdong suddenly appeared from behind Wu Zhanzhan again, with an old earthworm hanging on his ear. Presumably, this old guy was kicked and scared by Ding Ermiao, and when he saw that it was wrong, he immediately fled.

"Don't make a fuss, take care of your spirits, and you'll be able to do it later." Wu Zhanzhan persuaded Ding Ermiao and Li Qingdong to be more stable.

The junior sister spoke, and Ding Ermiao had no choice but to give face and let Li Qingdong go.

The three of them meditated in the grass on the side of the road, not saying a word.

At about ten o'clock, I suddenly heard the sound of firecrackers in front of the stockade, and one after another fireworks bombs, shining with dazzling light, roared into the sky, exploded in the clouds, crackling.

The smell of gunpowder smoke also dispersed slowly along the night wind.

"With such a loud firecracker, there are still ghosts who dare to come?" Wu Zhanzhan was puzzled.

Li Qingdong opened his eyes, stroked his beard and said, "Uncle Wu, don't worry, after this firecracker, the ghost general will appear." In five minutes, we were ready to go. Remember, hide your magic weapons, don't scare away the ghost general, or you'll run for nothing tonight. ”

Then, the sound of firecrackers finally stopped, but in the direction just now, there were gongs, drums and suona on the stage, and cymbals sounded in unison, mixed with bursts of crying.

Wu Zhanzhan listened intently for a while, and asked, "Could it be that this family is asking someone to be a dojo and surpass the undead?" ”

Li Qingdong chuckled and said, "You are wrong Uncle Wu, this is the prelude to the upcoming start of the mourning ceremony. In this area, there are almost no dojos. ”

"How do you know?" Wu Zhanzhan was not convinced.

"I'm a god operator!" Li Qingdong said as a matter of course.

Wu Zhanzhan was speechless, and Ding Ermiao smiled helplessly.

"Hehe, tonight's ghost will be attached to the body of the weeping mourning girl. If you don't believe me, we'll see. Li Qingdong was triumphant.

In the area of 100,000 mountains, there are many old customs, and crying and mourning is one of them. Whoever has a relative in the family who dies must find someone to cry with, this person cannot be his own relatives, he must have nothing to do with it.

Over time, those who can cry and sing have become professional mourners, just like monks and Taoists who give people more than others, and specialize in funeral activities in various villages and villages.

Those who weep and mourn are all women. Because women cry and sing, it is more infectious.

There is a TV series in which Uncle Benshan plays a crying and mourning character, but in fact, it is the screenwriter's nonsense. A big man cried in front of the coffin, and the funny effect was far greater than the sad atmosphere.

Because these can cry, sing, and perform, they are equivalent to folk artists, and their crying and mourning is also equivalent to a theatrical performance. Therefore, when the villagers see the funeral, they are actually watching the performance.

After another moment, the stockade gradually fell silent, and the gongs, drums, cymbals and cymbals fell silent.

"It's time, get into the stockade!" Li Qingdong waved his hand and took the lead towards the village.