Wei Kun looked down at the watch on his wrist, and the pointer pointed exactly at four o'clock in the afternoon, flicked out the cigarette in his hand, and threw it under his feet to extinguish it. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Turning his head and pushing open the door and walking into the wreath shop, Lu Shibai had already written the charm, looked up and nodded to him.

Fang Cun and Wei Kun worked together to fold the table and carry it to the car, Lu Shibai carefully put the red and yellow paper he wrote into the box, Wang Simiao was standing next to him, unable to help anything, but he suddenly noticed a long strip of something wrapped in white cloth exposed in the cage of the Eight Bitter Box.

But he himself was a fool, but he could only pounce when he stretched out his hand, and simply glanced at Lu Eighteen.

Obviously, Lu Shibai understood, and after handing over the box to Sister Hu, he jumped up and walked to Baku's side, and seemed to be intimate and hugged Baku's shoulders, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and he smiled at Baku's cunning and weird.

"Eight bitter little brothers! If you shave this beard, you will definitely have a fat head and big ears! ”

"Amitabha...... The parents of the body hair and skin do not dare to shave. ”

Ba Ku Xu felt that Lu Shibai was not at ease, and hurriedly moved to the side, raising his foot and about to run, but Lu Shibai just grabbed the thing, and pulled it out of the cage in a blink of an eye.

"Oops! Give me back! Eight bitter reached out to grab it, but Lu Eighteen ran into the car with a smoke, locked the door, but lowered the window.

Slowly opened the white cloth, inside was a length of about 30 centimeters, the tail end was wrapped in silver, and there were many strange-looking human heads engraved on it, Lu Shibai held it in his hand, only to feel so cold that the hairs all over his body couldn't help but stand up, and he put down the lock of the car door and let Baku jump on the co-pilot.

threw the things in his hand back to Baku, frowning, "What is this, it's so much resentful." ”

In fact, not only Lu Shiba, Wang Simiao also saw the dark resentment lingering on the stick, but there was no soul or any spirit, but for some reason Wang Simiao had a feeling of liking it to the bones.

Eight bitter expressionless wrapped the stick in a white cloth again, put it in the cage, and then slowly spoke:

"Human Bone Flute."

Lu Shiba's foot was unstable at the accelerator, the body followed with a bang, turned his head and looked at Baku, and replied:

"That's human bones???"

"Yes, a flute made from the leg bones of a thirteen-year-old girl."

"I've only heard that the human bone flute is taken from the bones of human legs, and it can transcend the souls."

Eight bitter snorted and looked back at Lu Eighteen, "Actually, it's not overdue, it's a dementor, but after all, it's a legend, it can't be too terrifying." ”

Lu Shibai frowned, Yu Guang glanced at the things under the Eight Bitter Box, pursed her lips and felt a chill in her heart, she didn't seem to be interested in what else was in the Eight Bitter Box, and took out a human bone casually, if it was turned down again, I am afraid that it would be turned out of the human head.

But I didn't want to, Lu Eighteen didn't speak, but the eight bitterness couldn't stop, and he talked to Lu Eighteen about the human bone flute with great interest.

The human bone flute, also known as Gangdong, commonly known as the ghost name, is rumored to have originated in 176 BC, from Shanshanguo, also known as Loulan.

After the king of Loulan returned to the throne, he caused the dissatisfaction of the Han Dynasty, so he was frequently assassinated by assassins sent by Liu Fuling, Emperor Zhao of the Han Dynasty, and finally died at the hands of the envoy Fu Jiezi. Prior to this, after An Gui ascended the throne, he was uneasy in his heart, and he showed favor to the Han Dynasty several times and could not end, one night, a monk suddenly appeared in the palace, he was omnipotent in the sky and the earth, walking on the water was like walking on the ground, and An Gui regarded the monk as a national teacher.

The monk said that as long as the bones of 100 thirteen-year-old girls were collected and made into a human bone flute, the souls of the people of the world could be captured, and then their skins could be plucked to make human head bowls and skull drums, which were enshrined in the temple, and they could sit firmly on the throne and fight against the Han Dynasty.

An Gui was convinced of this, and immediately sent the guards to massacre thirteen-year-old girls, cut off their legs, grind the bones into powder and mix them together, and poured them into human bone flutes, and the human skin was removed from the head or torn off to make a human head bowl and a skull drum, and since then, the Han Dynasty has not sent assassins to assassinate them for a year, and An Gui believes that it is the credit of the artifact, so he has not stopped the slaughter, and he seems to have relied on the benefits brought to him by these artifacts.

But there began to be cries in the palace, blood-red footprints, An Gui couldn't sleep every night, and his ears were filled with the sounds of those girls asking for his life, they were covered in blood, and worms crawled out of the rotten flesh, and they stretched out their shaking hands with their white eyes and grabbed him by the neck.

Asked him over and over again, "Are my legs good-looking?" ”

Over time, An Gui began to be in a trance, and floated in the palace like a ghost every day, until that day, Fu Jiezi entered the palace with gifts from the Han Dynasty, and it didn't take long for it to be rumored that An Gui died in the banquet, and people were rumored that Fu Jiezi killed An Gui.

It's just that from that day on, the monk suddenly disappeared, and Fu Jiezi, who got the white bone flute, supported Loulan to send the hostage to the Han Dynasty after returning to China, and Tu Qi, who was sent to the Han Dynasty, was named the Marquis of Yiyang.

And Fu Jiezi's beheading of King Loulan has also been passed down to this day. It's just that the human bone flute, the human head bowl and the skull drum have also disappeared in the yellow sand of history because of the change of dynasties.

Eight bitter slowly finished the story, although Lu Shibai still looked indifferent on the surface, he couldn't help but sneak a glance at the human bone flute wrapped in white cloth in the cage, and he was shocked, and quickly turned his head to concentrate on driving.

After walking through a bumpy path, the car finally stopped firmly at the foot of the mountain, and several people got out of the car and rubbed their sore buttocks in unison.

Lu Eighteen bared his teeth and grinned at the dense bushes all over the mountain, "What a broken place, the bone frame is going to be shattered." ”

As he spoke, he opened the box in his hand, took out a few strings of bells, and handed them to Wei Kun Fangcun and Baku.

"Hang this thing on your body, and no matter who you see in the mountains, you are not allowed to speak." Finally, he glanced at Wang Simiao, turned his head and snorted, and said, "Take care of your own guys!" Let's go up the mountain. ”

Baku nodded, took out a black and yellow drum wrapped in white cloth from the cage, knocked it twice, and suddenly shouted.

"Up the hill ......"

When Wei Kun turned his head, he just happened to focus on the old drum, which seemed casual but had a smile in his eyes, and asked casually

"Human skin drums?" After a pause, he didn't forget to add the sentence "Where did you get it?" ”

Fang Cun was instantly vigilant, almost walked to Baku's side in one step, and took advantage of his height to take Baku into his arms.

"Human skin drums??" His eyes wandered back and forth on the drum, and finally his eyebrows were slightly bent, and he looked at Baku with a smile on his face, and said with bad intentions, "Brother Baku, we have the most iron relationship!" This drum ...... Lend me for two days~"

Ba Ku snorted uncomfortably, pushed him aside with a disgusted face, and turned his head to stand behind Lu Eighteen.

Fang Cun followed Baku's heels closely, walked to Lu Eighteen's side, only to find that Lu Eighteen was rubbing the goosebumps on his arm with the palm of his hand, with undisguised disgust and disgust on his face, and said busily:

"Don't make a fuss, don't make a fuss! Mountain! As he spoke, he looked at the drum in Baku's arms as if he had palpitations, and walked a few steps briskly, instantly distancing himself from Baku.

Several people went up the mountain together, Wang Simiao was mixed in the middle, on the left hand was Wei Kun, who was full of vigilance, was still carrying a travel bag that did not match him, and there was a heavy burning paper in it, and on the right hand was Baku, who was carrying a heavy box cage, clumsy with ingots in both hands, and Fang Cun behind him was carrying a heavy nine roosters in his hands, and there was a paper chicken hanging around his neck.

After walking into the woods, Wang Simiao suddenly felt refreshed, it was dusk, but it was pitch black in the woods.

Wang Simiao stretched out her hand and pulled the corner of Lawei Kun's clothes, with a rare smile on her face.

"Do you hear that? It smells so good......"

Everyone stopped and exchanged glances, only they knew that the fragrance that Wang Simiao smelled was actually the stench emitted by the dead after they decomposed, because Wang Simiao was a ghost, so this smell became the biggest temptation, which was also the most important point that led to the night walk of a hundred ghosts.

Lu Shibai stretched out his index finger against his lips, made a silent movement, and then pointed nearby.

Wang Simiao turned his head to look and found that there were many more people around him who had iron eyes, were thin and thin, and walked staggeringly.

Those people had prominent cheekbones, their eyes were blank, as if they couldn't see their feet, and they walked forward leisurely.

Wang Simiao gasped, remembering Lu Shiba's warning before going up the mountain.

"Once you go up the mountain, no matter who you see, don't talk!"

He nodded hurriedly, reached out to cover his mouth, his face was a little pale, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Wang Simiao found that all the ghosts were walking forward in the direction where the fragrance came from, and some of the ghosts easily passed through Lu Shibai's body, but Lu Shibai didn't feel it at all.

Wang Simiao followed, and a ghost walked beside him, he followed Lu Eighteen, lowered his head and walked straight forward, but he didn't want his forehead to be numb, and was pretended to be a ghost by him, Wang Simiao rubbed his forehead, looked up, and met the ghost's dark eyes.

His heart sank, and he secretly thought badly, but he didn't expect that the ghost just looked at him blankly, and then turned his head and continued to walk forward.

When Wang Simiao raised his head again, Lu Shiba, Wei Kun, Fang Cun and Eight Bitters were already ten steps away from him, and they were greeting the ghost in front of him, and the Eight Sufferings who couldn't see the ghost were easily deceived by the ghost because of the resentment of the human bone flute and the human skin drum.

Wang Simiao's heart was in a hurry, he stood on tiptoe over the ghosts and was about to shout, when he suddenly felt a pain in his back, and fell to the ground unsteadily, and before he could open his mouth to cry out in pain, an iron chain as thick as a wrist was suddenly wrapped around his neck, and it strangled his neck tightly......