Lu Han's footsteps were brisk, he ran along the ridge and jumped three streets, and suddenly he dodged down the alley and rolled into the slums with dense temporary buildings, the weasels chased after him, they spread a large net to chase and intercept, and occasionally saw Lu Han's fleeting shadow, but quickly disappeared from view. And the big eagles hovering in the sky also lost their target, they were anxiously whirling in the gray sky, and Lu Han's shadow could not be seen at all in the huge 280-degree perspective.

"This kid is very ghostly" The third prince stood at the top of a tube building, looking at the green smoke generated by the burning of the kerosene stove in the slums, and his neck stiffened with anger.

"Blocking the port, he took the last life soul, he will definitely go to do the last big thing, and he won't stay too long!"

The weasels withdrew from the slums, guarding every exit to the outside world. Weasels are cunning and suspicious by nature, their sharp eyes and noses can distinguish the strange aura from the dense crowd, the weasels who came out to perform the mission this time are all cultivated for more than a hundred years, and they also want to take this opportunity to get the special attention of the Hanging Dragon Mansion and even the gods of Houji, and if they do a good job, they can also rank in the immortal class in advance. So they were all nervous, for fear that the living ghost would slip out from under their noses.

At nine o'clock in the morning, there were more people in the alley, and those who did small businesses and went out to work came and went. Most of the people who do business and stalls near the provincial city of Guomao live here. The more the third prince looked at it, the more anxious he became, and if this continued, it would be easy for a living ghost with a physical body to slip out from under the weasel's nose.

"Boss! Look west! The giant eagle sent a voice to remind the third prince to look at an alley on the west side of the slum, and suddenly there was a lot of people, faintly there was a heart-rending wail and suona sound, a young shaman dressed similar to the uncle of the two gods, dressed in colorful clothes, dancing a whirlwind dance, swaggered out of the mouth of the alley, several spiritual flags were erected behind him, followed by a group of old and young people wearing linen and filial piety. A young girl walks at the front of the line with a portrait of an old lady, two tear stains on her face that have been frozen into frost.

It's a funeral, it looks like someone in the slum has been dead for three days, and today is the day to leave.

In the Northeast, due to the harsh natural environment, the tenth winter wax moon is the most likely time period for the elderly to die. In some places where medical conditions are poor and heating cannot keep up, the elderly almost die next to each other. The elderly in the Northeast are the most frightened in winter, one is afraid of stepping on ice and snow and falling, and the other is afraid of sneezing and catching a cold, both of which can end their lives.

Winter funerals are not a new thing, and passers-by can take a look at the excitement and ask who the old man is funeral day. But the third prince was very anxious in his heart, and more than a hundred people poured out of this brain, and it was not impossible for Lu Han to be mixed in it.

The two personal weasels who accompanied the third prince thought carefully and carefully, and regardless of the height of the four-story building, one flew off the roof, flew into the snow hole in the trench below, and when he climbed out again, he had turned into two little boys, and they followed the team in a hurry, sniffing and watching one by one. Until the team all walked out of the alley and stretched towards the northern wasteland, there was no shadow of Lu Han.

The third prince flew downstairs and searched all the way for paper money, and saw a poor family with the door open and wreaths all over the yard. The third prince pushed the door and entered the house, but there was no one. Just wanted to lift his feet and leave, but heard a sound in the warehouse outside the house, the third prince pushed open the warehouse, and saw a young half-naked man lying on the ground with his head covered and foaming at the mouth.

"What's going on?" The third prince asked hurriedly

"It's evil!" This person's consciousness has just regained consciousness, "I'm also a third-level little shaman, how can I be fascinated by monsters!" ”

"Simply say!" The third prince was anxious, helped the man up, reached out and grabbed a large quilt covered with fruit, and draped it over the man.

"The deity was invited to dance to the great god.,I'm changing clothes in the warehouse.,Suddenly a man came in.,Like a high school student.。 He said he wanted to talk to me about the settlement, so I'll talk about it! He stared into my eyes and said, "Your deceased old mother called you." ”

"And then?"

"Then I saw my mom, and I didn't know anything after that. This just woke up, woke up from freezing! ”

The third prince remembered walking at the front of the line, dancing the shamanic dance, only he was wearing a mask with blue fangs, and he couldn't see his face clearly. And when a person dies newly, the atmosphere of grief and haze is very heavy, and carrying the corpse, it is difficult for the weasel to distinguish the smell of a living ghost from the funeral crowd and the corpse!

The third prince whistled to the flying eagle hovering in the sky, and the voice of Qianli told all the little immortals, "Chase that funeral procession and catch the little shaman who leads!" ”

The weasels also disappeared, and in the midst of the frightened gaze of the people, dozens of giant weasels appeared, flying along the snow all the way north, causing the residents in the alley to scream again and again.

The funeral procession walked slowly, but also arrived at the tomb site, where the little shaman was doing the work in front of the tomb, and a thin-skinned coffin was slowly descending the big pit dug under the pull of several strong men. Paper money flew in front of the grave, spirit flags fluttered, and weeping came and went.

The third prince panted and stood on the canopy of a tree, staring at the little shaman. After the little shaman finished the French ceremony, he packed his bags and walked out of the crowd in advance, took the thin stack of five-dollar bills handed over by the host, and hurried east. The third prince hurriedly commanded the weasels to follow behind him, and stayed in a desert where no one traveled, and all the weasels appeared in human form, each of them was a beautiful young man in a blue and white shirt and a blue pigtail, holding a light steel sword and surrounding the little shaman.

The third prince flew and jumped into the encirclement, "I didn't take off my mask when I walked so far"

The other party was obviously frightened by this formation and this dress, "You.... Which school.... Don't do it! I don't have any money! ”

The third prince snorted coldly, "Lu Han, your acting skills, it's a pity that you don't play a role in Changying" The immortals burst out laughing.

"Speak" The third prince saw the other party's chaff trembling, couldn't say a word, felt that something was wrong, and pulled off the other party's mask, which was a young face he had never met, "You! Who are you? ”

"I.... I'm a dead neighbor...... What else do I ask you? Robes and coats, you make movies? The boy plucked up the courage to ask

"Where's the dancing god?" The third prince almost snarled and asked the boy

"Before he got to the tomb, he suddenly said that he had a stomachache, and he wrapped his clothes around me, and stuffed me with fifty dollars, and told me to keep jumping, and when he saw the coffin buried, he packed up his things and went east."

The third prince patted his head, this opponent was more cunning than a weasel, he thought that he was embattled, but he didn't expect to be slapped back against the mountain, which was completely lost.