Strange to say, wherever he ran, the roar of the beast behind him followed. He thought to himself, what kind of monster is this? Even a leopard isn't that fast, is it? Besides, where are there any leopards in the Great Northeast? The reason why he wanted to run just now was not that he was timid and couldn't fight the beasts, but that he didn't want to disturb the shamans in the temple singing gods. Now that I come back to my senses, I can't help but be a little angry, saying, my dignified seven-foot man can't even fight a brute? If it spreads, wouldn't it make the people of the rivers and lakes laugh and be generous?

He reached into his waist and pulled out his short gun. He jumped, his body flew more than four meters high, and he turned sharply in mid-air and aimed behind him to pull the trigger, but what puzzled him was that there was nothing behind him except the snowflakes that he had brought up by running, and the roar of the beast came suddenly.

The northwest wind was blowing from the wind outlet with heavy smoke and snow, and Ma Lao Er stood in the snow and squinted his eyes, vigilantly observing every corner of the mountain. The snow was white and clean, and there was no sign of a wild beast except for his own footprints.

Ma Lao Er didn't look at his age at that time, but he has been with Dong Sanli for many years, he has seen a lot, and there are countless strange skills in the thief, so he knows that this mountain range is not quite right, and he may have hit an evil spirit.

"Hey...... Hum...... Play this set with Lao Tzu? Ma Erye picked up the gun, lit a cigarette casually, and simply didn't leave, sprinkled the snow on a boulder next to him, and sat down. crossed Erlang's legs and hummed the joke of the two of them.

After humming a song, I still don't see any movement behind him, so the evil play should be that he saw a gun and ran away, right? After all, birds and beasts are often seen in the deep mountains and old forests. Ma Lao Er scolded a three-character scripture in his mouth, turned around and was about to go back, he had been out for too long, he was having fun here, what if something happened to the eldest brother?

This time, ouch...... He found that he seemed to be lost, this mountain had not been walked before? Did you just run this far by yourself? Which direction did you come from? Ma Lao Er scratched the back of his head and sprinkled it left and right, and found that there was no reference in the mountain at all, and when it was over, even the direction was lost.

What else can you do, let's go, anyway, he is doing good work, he can catch up with ordinary people for a day after running for an hour. He shook his body and swooped out, but he didn't run a few steps forward, and pieces of goose feathers and snow slapped on his head, and he vaguely saw an old tree with a crooked neck in front of him, and he didn't know what was hanging on the old tree. He braked on the emergency and stopped.

He clenched his pistol, squinted his eyes and cautiously took a closer look, and it turned out to be an "old hanger". The old hangman was hung around his neck in a rope sleeve, and was blown by the northwest wind, and he swayed back and forth in mid-air.

The corpse may not have been dead for long, and it has not yet decomposed, but the skin on the face has been frozen purple on such a cold day.

The old hangman is a hanged ghost, and if the hanged ghost is unclaimed for more than a day, his neck will be elongated, as if his head is about to be pulled out of the neck cavity. This hangman's neck was hung like a giraffe by a rope, and his blood-red eyes spit out their sockets and stared directly at Ma Lao'er. Although Ma Lao Er is the king of ghost hand thieves, he has not killed many people since he followed Dong Sanli, he has seen a lot of dead people, and he has seen many miserable deaths, so he didn't know how to be afraid for a long time.

It's just that there is something strange about this corpse, which makes him afraid.

The male corpse was naked, wearing only a small grass skirt on the lower body, and no shoes on his feet. His face was painted with red dye, and he made a grimace, and with the long tongue sticking out of his mouth, he was alive and black and white!

Strange, how can this hanger be dressed the same as the shaman in the small temple just now? Could it be that the people in Yanshan like to dress up like this? Can't you? Changsheng Mountain is in Rehe, he and Dong Sanli grew up in Rehe when they were young, and they have never heard of such strange folk customs?

This old thief has a lot of eyes, if you want ordinary people, the timid will be scared and faint immediately, and the bold will definitely come forward to check; The wicked man went up to search the corpse of the hanger to see if there was anything to scrape, and the good man would quickly help unload the corpse and put it into the ground. Ma Lao Er often walks around in the mountains and wilderness, knows these taboos, and after watching him for a long time, he didn't dare to touch him, but turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

Since you can't go here, change the road, anyway, Yanshan is so big, as long as you can go out, you can walk back if you find the mountain road that is right, it's a big deal if you don't sleep tonight.

He whistled in his mouth, he didn't pay attention to the strange scene just now, and walked about four or five hundred meters to the meeting, and suddenly found that there was also an old tree with a crooked neck behind the snow and fog here, and there was still an old hanger on the tree who was being blown back and forth by the northwest wind. 、

"I'll wipe ......" Ma Lao Er rubbed his eyes and said in his heart, what are you doing here? Is this man having trouble with me? Where are you going?

"Guys, we have no chance in the past and no enmity in the near future, so there's no need to be serious with me, right? What do you mean? Looking for a stand-in? I also told you, Lao Tzu, I have four out of seventy years of life, don't talk about you, even the Lord of Yama can't take me away at this time, you better save it. Ma Lao Er muttered a few words, turned around and was about to leave, but he just walked a few steps back.

"Come on, gentlemen, since you have met, even if it is the fate of you and me, so let's do it, I still have some money here, since it is fate, my brother can't let you suffer from hunger and cold down there, so burn it to you." Ma Lao Er doesn't want to be serious with this ghost, these dirty things, if you can't provoke them, you won't provoke them.

They went to worship Yaogong on this trip, and they just couldn't fit so much in their bags, so they carried a bunch of bags in their arms.

"Ouch, it's really cheap, you lonely ghost, don't spend this money and be banned, hurry up and buy the ghost cha, let them give you a few kind words in front of the judge, and reincarnate as soon as possible." He said as he lit the coins and tossed them into the air.

Generally, people must burn the dung paper that is common on the market now, and you will be given some copper coin eyes on it. This is called living unfilial piety and dying rotten screaming, which is just a psychological consolation for the living to lose their filial piety. You may have to ask, from ancient times to the present, the Chinese have to burn the coin when sweeping the tomb, can the dead really not be able to collect it?

Not exactly, at least people who know how to do it don't fool around. The Dong family is an expert in the art of yin and yang. These dark coins burned to Yaogong are all made of gold leaf, which is not much different from the paper money circulating in the market, but after these paper coins are made, they have to sink into the cellar for 9981 days and then take them out and burn them.

(End of chapter)