After Su Liuwan got into the paper sedan chair, the sound of gongs and drums stopped, and in the silence, the paper figure team walked towards the dark woods.

Only then did Zhuang Xianyu notice that all the paper figures were floating in the air and moving slowly at a distance of an inch, so even through the grass of the woods, there was no sound at all. I could only hear the creaking of the paper sedan chair and the rustle of Zhuang Xianyu stepping on the grass.

At night, a gust of mountain wind blew through, only to feel the biting cold on his body, coupled with the strange atmosphere, Zhuang Xianyu had the illusion that he was heading to hell.

I don't know how long I walked, the sedan chair finally stopped, and Zhuang Xianyu was horrified to find that there was an endless cemetery in front of him, and I don't know how many people were buried here.

Strangely enough, all the tombs here are buried by husband and wife. None of them are lonely graves, and they are very weird.

The place where the paper sedan car stopped was an old grave bag that had just been dug up, and the stone tablet in front of the grave bag was engraved:

"The Tomb of the Beloved Son Tu Qing."

In front of the sedan chair is an empty coffin that has been opened, and next to the coffin is a tombstone:

"Tu Qing's beloved wife Su Liuwan's tomb."

And the paper sedan chair is stopping in front of the empty coffin.

I saw Su Liuwan, who was wearing strange makeup, still with her eyes closed, slowly walking out of the paper sedan chair and walking towards the empty coffin.

Looking at this creepy everything, Zhuang Xianyu couldn't care so much anymore, and rushed over and kicked away the paper man in front of him, wanting to rescue Su Liuwan.

Unexpectedly, after the paper man was kicked out, he got up intact and continued to stop in front of Zhuang Xianyu.

Zhuang Xianyu didn't care so much, and picked up the palm thunder and slashed at the paper man, and the paper man was instantly split in half.

Zhuang Xianyu looked at the paper man in front of him, and ran towards Su Liuwan quickly.

But he didn't see it, the smashed paper figure fell to the ground and slowly burned, a strange blue phosphorus fire rose, and a figure drilled out of the phosphorus fire and quickly floated in the direction of the village.

Zhuang Xianyu picked up Su Liuwan, who had not woken up yet, and was about to run towards the periphery of the cemetery, but was blocked by layers of paper figures.

The miserable white paper faces approached Zhuang Xianyu, Zhuang Xianyu had no choice but to resist Su Liuwan on his shoulder, holding Su Liuwan's buttocks with one hand, and carrying the palm thunder with the other hand, splitting the several paper figures that grabbed Su Liuwan to blacken.

Only then did Zhuang Xianyu see that several paper figures ignited a burst of phosphorus fire, and several living souls floated out of the phosphorus fire and floated in the direction of the village.

One of them was the same villager he had seen during the day, the man who was called Uncle by Attu. A man's vision is very different from the friendliness of the day.

In his gaze, Zhuang Xianyu felt that he was an animal waiting to be slaughtered, rather than a living human being.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Zhuang Xianyu shivered, I don't know if it was because of the cold mountain wind at night, or because of the cold heart.

Feeling the faint warmth exuded by Su Liuwan on his shoulder, Zhuang Xianyu gritted his teeth, and used his palm thunder to smash a few paper figures until the spiritual power value disappeared.

Zhuang Xianyu took out the spiritual power drink from the space with one hand, and with the few runes left in the package, he smashed more than a dozen paper figures, but the paper figures that were slowly approaching seemed to be forever destroyed. Layers of Zhuang Xianyu surround it.

"Xiaozhuang, come to me with everything."

Zhuang Xianyu shouted to the system, and at the same time poured another bottle of spiritual power drink to replenish the spiritual power that had bottomed out.

In less than a minute, the system Xiaozhuang flew down on the top of Zhuang Xianyu's head.

"Meow! What is the situation! System Xiaozhuang asked.

"How do I know, this broken village is too weird, it looks like Tao Yuanming's paradise during the day, and it seems like a hell with powerful ghosts at night. it! Zhuang Xianyu cursed in fright, kicked away a paper figure that suddenly appeared and stuck on his face.

Just when Zhuang Xianyu was wondering if to come again, "please God", the paper figures automatically retreated one by one, and the living souls in the paper bodies came out of their bodies, and the paper people without living souls fell to the ground one by one, piled up in the graveyard layer upon layer, and the scalps of the people watching were numb.

Not far away, dense orange candles approached the cemetery, and the bustling voices of people could be heard.

Zhuang Xianyu jumped up the muscles of his whole body and looked vigilantly at the crowd approaching with torches.

I saw that the honest village chief during the day looked hideous under the illumination of torches at night.

The village chief put his hands behind his back and ordered with a serious face: "Put down the girl on your shoulder, you can go." As he spoke, he waved his rough palm, as if he was sure that Zhuang Xianyu would walk away.

I saw Zhuang Xianyu slowly put Su Liuwan on the ground, and the village chief nodded, his face softened, as if to say that you know each other very well.

Zhuang Xianyu didn't find it, took out a slender feng shui rope from the package, and tied the sleeping Su Liuwan firmly to his back.

The village chief's expression became fierce again, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Stinky boy, don't eat and drink when you toast." ”

The villagers holding the torches all looked at Zhuang Xianyu angrily, as if he had done something angry, even Attu, who was simple and honest during the day, and Mu Ya, who had a good conversation with Su Liuwan, also held the torches tightly at this time and glared at him with anger on their faces.

"Why are you doing this!" Zhuang Xianyu was puzzled and angry.

The village chief handed the torch to the man behind him, turned his hands behind his back, walked towards Zhuang Xianyu with his head held high, and asked, "Do you think our Suoda Mountain is beautiful?" ”

Zhuang Xianyu frowned and said: "Everything I see during the day is naturally very beautiful, it can be said that it is Tao Yuanming's paradise, but ...... now?" ”

The village chief raised his head, laughed proudly, and interrupted Zhuang Xianyu: "Hahaha, that's enough!" It is not so simple for our Sola tribe in Suoda Mountain, as a small ethnic group with a number of less than 2,000, to be prosperous for hundreds of years. ”

As he spoke, the village chief waved his right hand heroically, pointing to the joint burial ground in the darkness with no end in sight, with a look of honor, and said: "Thousands of years ago, our Sola tribe produced a genius wizard Wu Yi, the great Lord Wu Yi was successful in learning witchcraft outside, returned to the Sola tribe, and chose this natural feng shui treasure in Suoda Mountain.

He also warned future generations that the cemetery of the Sola tribe will not enter the lonely grave, but only bury the grave of the husband and wife. And the lonely and dead people will be abandoned at the foot of the Solem Cliff.

And this cemetery and the aura of Suoleng Cliff complement each other, which can ensure the prosperity of Suoda Mountain for thousands of years!! Hahahahaha. ”

"Ten thousand years of prosperity! Ten thousand years of prosperity! Ten thousand years of prosperity! ”

The villagers holding the torches looked sickly excited, held the torches high, and shouted in unison with the village chief.

Zhuang Xianyu only felt cold.

"Ahem!" The village chief coughed, and the villagers fell silent again, looking at the village chief with adoring fiery eyes.

The village chief continued to Zhuang Xianyu: "Once a man who is the head of the family dies, the lowly woman will be buried with him. The family grave buried in Mt. Sora.

When a woman dies, her body is dumped at the Solem Cliff, and the man, who is the main laborer, can remarry a new wife.

That's it! It has made our Sola prosperous. ”

Only then did Zhuang Xianyu notice that there were very few elderly women among the villagers holding torches. Most of the older men were standing next to a young woman who was submissive.

And when these young women heard what the village chief said, they did not have the slightest unwillingness on their faces, as if everything was taken for granted.

The village chief continued, "And the single men who died, we would pick out the beautiful single women from outside the city and find a way to let them come to Suoda Mountain to play. And then have a vaginal kiss with our dead single man.

Unfortunately, your girlfriend is the woman we've all handpicked for every step of the way. ”

Zhuang Xianyu looked at the village chief's face as a matter of course, as well as the husband and wife grave of the Sola tribe not far away, and only felt terrified, I don't know how many innocent girls are buried on this mountain.

Tightly grasping Su Liuwan's tender little hand in a coma, he suddenly remembered what the village chief said during the day, frowned and asked, "Isn't the Sola clan never interfering in other people's feelings!" What about your faith! ”