readx;?Corpse is a very special kind of existence. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info is not without a way to deal with corpses, but Leng Qi doesn't dare to use it easily. The families in the village are basically next to each other, and the consequences of the slightest mistake are unimaginable.

After Yang Laipi's death, Jiang Dabing said that Yang Laipi had come to look for him, and then Jiang Dabing was blinded by dirty things, and after meeting himself, he was repeatedly approached by Yang Laipi.

Leng Qi doesn't understand, Jiang Dabing is a person with a weak personality, it can be said that only others bully him in the village, he is such a person, why did Yang Laipi forget such a coward as Jiang Dabing after his death?

Cheng, I don't understand, since you keep calling Jiang Dabing, it's a big deal, Dao Ye, I will be Jiang Dabing's substitute ghost today, and see what you are going to do this ghost.

Leng Qi should come down in his mouth, and pulled a dry piece of clothing from a hemp rope from the yard, and as soon as he got it in his hand, a sour smell of sweat came to his nose, no need to think about it, this is what Jiang Dabing wore when he drilled the cornfield, and it seems that he has not washed it for at least half a month.

It's okay like this, the taste is so rushing, and the possibility of deceiving this corpse is greater.

Leng Qiqiang endured the pungent smell and didn't want to put it on his body, "Brother Laipi, I'm a soldier!" ”

With a mouth, Leng Qi covered his mouth and almost didn't spit it out after a few retching, it stinks! The job of a Taoist priest is not easy to do, no wonder most of the old men who walk the world are sloppy and sloppy, and they stink all over their bodies.

After relieving himself, Leng Qi stared at the figure nervously, and his index and middle fingers had already been pinched out.

"GI! Soldier! Jiang Dabing......"

It's this sentence again, but Leng Qi always feels that something is wrong, he is not careful enough compared to Ma Zi, and he is slightly better than Huang Biao, among the three of them, Leng Qi's temperament accounts for a stubborn word.

Zhang Jixiang's eyes widened, from the beginning to the present, he has not blinked his eyelids, and he has a breath of life, so he is unwilling to admit that he is afraid in his heart, and if he is afraid once, he will be afraid of the next time.

"Leng Qi, is this the ghost cry you often talk about? Didn't you say that you'd rather hear ghosts cry than listen to ghosts laugh? What, this thing still cries? ”

Zhang Jixiang grinned, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times before he squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying.

Leng Qi was shocked in his heart, no wonder something was wrong! But without thinking much about it, the black shadow had already turned around and moved towards the door step by step.

glanced at Zhang Jixiang, Leng Qi didn't make a sound, followed the steps of the corpse, and when he walked to the door, Leng Qi pinched a pinch of the bowl of raw rice, and twisted it with his fingers a few times in his hand, it was sticky. This is not what a dead man should be treated to as a raw meal.

Leng Qi's heart floated with a touch of solemnity, he picked up the small dish with his fingers and shook it gently, a warm and slippery liquid sprinkled on his palm, Leng Qi's face became more and more ugly.

The soybean oil in the corpse lamp is not exhausted, then it can only mean that the lamp is extinguished by itself, and in such a situation, there are two situations, one is that the dead thing is very resentful, so big that its own Taoism is insufficient, or the resentment has far exceeded the scope that the corpse lamp can bear. There is another situation, Leng Qi didn't dare to think about it, it's ridiculous!

Zhang Jixiang gritted his teeth, sat up from the ground, dragged his weak legs, and followed in rough clothes. As for the life and death of those people, Zhang Jixiang didn't care about it at all.

Curiosity kills people, but how many people in the world can't bear it the most is curiosity. The more simple people are, the harder it is to resist their curiosity.

This corpse walked very slowly, the night was dark, Leng Qi deliberately slowed down his pace, and caught up with Zhang Jixiang who caught up behind.

"The night is not good tonight, remember one sentence, follow me when walking, remember to walk in the middle of the road, don't deliberately look at the dim places on the side of the road, just walk! Someone behind you shouts that you can't turn back! ”

Leng Qi stumbled under his feet and whispered to Zhang Jixiang.

Zhang Jixiang listened carefully, but he sneered lightly: "Except for you, who will shout ......" Halfway through his words, the smile on the corner of Zhang Jixiang's mouth suddenly froze, and he involuntarily leaned forward to Leng Qi.

"Don't look back! You kid is angry, these things don't dare to do anything to you! ”

This time, Zhang Jixiang really quieted down.

When passing by the ancestral hall of the village, Leng Qi suddenly stopped, made a junior salute towards the gate of the ancestral hall, and said in a low voice: "Forgive the younger generations for being disrespectful, your village is in such a bad situation, the disciple Leng Mingqi has the heart to resolve it, but it is such a filthy night, and it is difficult to walk at night, if you elders have the heart, can you borrow the disciple's lamp to use it!" ”

Zhang Jixiang thinks this is a big joke, borrowing lamps from dead people who have become wooden cards? Where's the reason?

After Leng Qi finished speaking, he still maintained the posture of saluting, and not long after the words fell, a swirling cold wind suddenly blew out of the ancestral hall, and the wind blew by, with a soft click, and something fell from the eaves of the dilapidated ancestral hall.

It must be a coincidence, Zhang Jixiang said so, but looking at Leng Qi's eyes went from doubt to shock! It was so varied, because what fell was a dusty white lantern.

Leng Qi picked up the lantern and patted off the dust on it, the lantern actually ignited by itself, and the vermilion lamp with a finger length clearly illuminated the word "lai" written in black pen and ink on the lantern.

What completely made Zhang Jixiang crazy was that the moment the lights were turned on, the ancestral hall was full of people, all of them were male old men, sitting on chairs with unclear colors, and what was even more strange was that every old man didn't say a word, quietly looking at the two of them.

Zhang Jixiang remembered clearly that the position made by the old man should have been a piece of tablet before!

And then, the group of old men all bowed their hands to Leng Qi! Leng Qi hurriedly returned the salute, and the moment he got up, the entire ancestral hall was dark again and empty. There was only the white lantern in Leng Qi's hand, and the star light inside was burning.

"GI! Soldier! Jiang Dabing......"

Leng Qi was startled, almost made a big mistake, and hurriedly spoke: "Hey~ Where is the soldier......"

Zhang Jixiang looked at Leng Qi's back, not knowing what he was thinking, in short, the trace of fear in his heart gradually disappeared.

is different from Zhang Jixiang is that at the same time, in many small yards on the side of the road, one by one the figures who are strangling the rope around their dog's neck, wearing clothes, quietly through the crack of the door, all see this similar scene outside:

A young man with a white lantern and a very old shirt on his body, a voice in front of him kept shouting Jiang Dabing, and the familiar voice made their spines hairy! But the young man had a calm face, carrying the lantern, step by step, answering from time to time, or occasionally giving a serious word to the young man behind him.

No one knew these two young men, except, of course, the tofu grinder. But many people know the person at the front, or know the voice, that is, Yang Laipi! Drowned Yang Laipi for a long time......

This night, the dog barked very happily, the door was closed, in the door, there was an old man kneeling on the ground, and he did not forget to pull the scared middle-aged man on the side and slapped him twice on the head, and scolded angrily: "Bastard, this is the savior of our village!" can afford to worship our grandfather, but I can't usually do it, I can't live to my father's age, and I still can't fart! ”