But you're a ghost, right?

Xia Beifeng sighed silently, brushed aside the tall weeds in front of him, and carefully observed the situation ahead.

Just a few dozen meters in front of them was a building that looked old.

The wooden wall pillars, the blue brick walls are crawling with creepers, the red and green leaves are fluttering in the wind, and a few brass bells are hanging on the eaves of the roof, making a crisp sound with the wind.

The house doesn't look like a human habit, but more like a temple or something.

Countless ghostly fires gathered from all directions, stopping in front of the door of this building, gathering into a bright and dazzling sphere, illuminating the large clearing in front of them.

The clearing was full of "people".

There are many familiar faces in the "people" group that they saw in the afternoon, and there are also some "strangers" who can't see the original state at all, and can only guess his original identity by his shape.

These "people" (with faces) all turned their backs to the gate of the temple, facing in one direction, passing a few glances to each other from time to time, but they were quiet without a sound.

The atmosphere was almost eerie.

"They seem to be waiting for something."

Xia Beifeng turned his head and said to Shen Qingge silently.

Shen Qingge nodded, agreeing with his opinion.

The ghost fire was still gathering, and the ball of light in mid-air was getting brighter and brighter, floating above the heads of the "people", looking like a strangely colored sun.

As time passed, the "people" group seemed to be agitated, but still no one took the initiative to make a sound.

Just when Shen Qingge was impatiently pulling the weeds around him, and his mood became more and more irritable, there was finally some movement in the distance.

It sounded like some kind of festive music, approaching here from somewhere in the village.

The "people" gathered together were obviously relieved, looked at each other, and smiled with some mixed emotions.

Although their smiles are not pretty, they look extremely terrifying under the reflection of the ghostly fire.

"It's like music for relatives." Xia Beifeng looked at Shen Qingge: "What's the matter, is this a special custom, a ghost marries a daughter?" ”

The expression on Shen Qingge's face became serious, she looked in the direction where the voice came from, and slowly shook her head.

"There is a legend in this village that a young woman who died early before she was married was the wife chosen by the ghost king and wanted to marry the ghost king after death. Therefore, the funeral is equivalent to sending relatives, and it must be done according to the red thing...... They were waiting for the dead woman's coffin to be carried over, and they sacrificed to the ghost king in the temple, that is, they married the ghost king, and then sent them to the cemetery for burial. ”

"I think I've heard someone say that you still have to wear red clothes when you die, right?" Xia Beifeng also looked in the direction of Shen Qingge's gaze, and said with some emotion: "They are too bold, and it is a miracle that nothing has happened for so many years!" ”

Could it really be that the ghost king took away the woman who was buried in red, so that she couldn't become a bad ghost?

As if hearing his heart, Shen Qingge glared at him fiercely, leaned closer and explained to him: "This custom has been around for some years, and it seems that at the beginning, because a girl was unwilling to agree to the family affairs set for her, she hung herself in a wedding dress in a fit of anger, and left a letter saying that she would rather marry an evil ghost than marry her fiancé. The fiancé's family is still a little famous in this village, and he doesn't want the matter to spread like this, and his face is not good-looking, so he made up such a story to bluff people. But this place, you know, there are too many strange things that people are particularly superstitious, and it has become like this after a long time, and it has nothing to do with the ghost king...... It's better to say that it took him a lot of effort to deal with those female ghosts. When I came to play with him before, I often used this incident to laugh at him, but I didn't expect that something would happen in the end. ”

"Then why don't he just come forward and say that he doesn't want to marry a wife? Why do you want to work so thanklessly and let them mess around like this. ”

Shen Qingge spread his hands, saying that he didn't know why.

"Maybe it's because that guy is too lazy, it's still too much trouble for him to really explain this matter to someone."

After a while, she spat out the same sentence again, and stopped discussing the matter with him.

As he spoke, he was buried in the distance. Or rather, the team to send off relatives has arrived in front of their eyes.

A band with missing arms and legs, playing a variety of instruments, passed in front of them.

A few middle-aged male "people" who were naked, showing dry and rotting skin, or simply white bones or dangling internal organs, carrying a coffin with a red cloth, also followed the band, and passed in front of them with solemn expressions.

"Here we are." Shen Qingge squinted at the coffin and grinned: "It seems that this girl's family is quite rich, and the battle is not small." ”

The crowd of "people" slowly dispersed to both sides, making way for the team.

The people around them all lowered their heads, and from time to time a few low sobs came from a corner of the crowd, and as soon as the sound came out, it was quickly stifled.

Under the high and festive sound of the band, the heavy coffin finally stopped in front of the temple gate and made a dull sound.

Just below the ball of light formed by the ghost fire.

"I guess what happened twenty years ago." Xia Beifeng squinted at the coffin and patted Shen Qingge's shoulder.

"I guessed it too."

The coffin on the ground was trembling slightly, as if it contained not the corpse of a young girl, but some kind of imprisoned beast that could burst out of the coffin at any moment.

About twenty years ago, there was a girl who turned into a ghost on the way to the funeral, jumped out of the coffin, and wiped out her hometown, this unfortunate little village.

I don't know if it was because it happened suddenly or for some other reason. These dead people finally forgot that they were dead, and continue to live in the same place where they lived until today.

It's just that I don't know whether the girl was put into the coffin after she died, or whether she was nailed to the coffin in her wedding dress before she died, and finally suffocated to death.

Based on the current situation, the second possibility is probably a little higher.

"I said, do you think they have to put on such a big show every night?" Xia Beifeng moved closer to Shen Qingge's side, leaned against her, and tried to reduce the footprint of the two of them: "Or is it that the two of us are particularly unlucky, ah, no, we are very lucky, and we just caught up with this day when we came." ”

"I don't know." Shen Qingge stared at the coffin for a while, and hit Xia Beifeng's ribs with his elbow: "Go over there, stay away from me." ”

Xia Beifeng honestly moved back to the same place.

"I still feel a little wrong." Shen Qingge clenched the spear in his hand and frowned: "If something abnormal happens in a while, you remember to follow me, be smart, don't throw your life in this ghost place." ”

Xia Beifeng nodded, secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and raised his eyes to look ahead.

The coffin paused for a moment in the clearing.

An old man with a white beard slowly walked out of the crowd, holding a crutch taller than him, and stood in front of the coffin.

The music suddenly stopped.

The old man didn't look much different from a normal person, his wrinkled face was like a dry orange, and the thin raised veins were clearly visible. He was wearing a strange robe, stroking his beard that hung down to his chest, and suddenly raised the cane in his hand, opened his mouth and shouted a few words.

What came out of his mouth was a language that Xia Beifeng couldn't understand.

The moment he opened his mouth to spit out the words, the "people" all lowered their heads in unison, and even the expressions on the faces of the few gambling gangsters he saw in the afternoon were extremely dignified.

And fear.

Only Xia Beifeng, an outsider, didn't care about this matter, and observed the old man's god-like movements through the cracks in the weeds. He didn't understand what he was saying, but he hadn't heard it before—in fact, he had just heard someone say something similar this morning.

It was in Shen Qingge's mouth.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Shen Qingge.

The girl stared intently in a certain direction, and the expression on her face was extremely serious, as if she was vigilantly guarding against an attack that would come from nowhere.

The old man held his cane, shouted a few times at the ball of light in mid-air, then put the cane down, waved at the band, and turned to look at the temple gate behind him.

The band roared again.

Four people walked out of the crowd again.

Two of the four young men, who were also dressed in bright red, walked out of the crowd and walked slowly to the front of the temple gate, and then stood there, stretched out their hands and pressed them on the temple door, as if they were waiting for some instructions.

The other two were a middle-aged man and woman, with the man's head hanging crookedly around his neck, revealing his white cervical vertebrae. The woman, on the other hand, was left with only two pieces of rotten flesh from the calf down, and the thin leg bones were inserted into a pair of high-top boots, which seemed to be empty, making people worry that it would fall without knowing when.

The man and the woman stood beside the old man, and the man kept throwing his hands to the crowd around him, with a festive smile on his face, which was incompatible with the scene.

The woman forcibly held back her tears, echoed the man's movements, and reluctantly smiled at the crowd around her.

The band was noisy for a while, and the trembling frequency in the coffin, which had never been noticed, seemed to be higher again. Even if it was so far away, Xia Beifeng could clearly hear the muffled sound of the constant impact between the bottom of the coffin and the ground.

The old man waved at the young man.

The two young men immediately worked together and slowly pushed open the heavy temple door in front of them.

Because of the angle, Xia Beifeng could only see that the temple door was opened, but he couldn't see the scene in the temple, and he could only see a cloud of darkness.

Shen Qingge suddenly poked him again.

He was intently looking at the group of strange villagers in front of him, and his soul was almost frightened by her.

After swallowing back the call that had reached his throat, he glared at Shen Qingge and expressed his protest with his eyes.

"What's the matter!" He asked angrily: "Do you know that people are scary and scared to death, even if I am bold, I won't give you such a scare to play!" ”

You're not a human being, though.

Shen Qingge opened his mouth and said to him slowly: "There are still living people. ”

And the living?

In this hellish place, living people other than me?

Don't die, you can't fight like this!

Xia Beifeng's eyes widened in surprise, and he quickly searched around where they were.

After seeing so many demons and monsters in one day, I suddenly heard that there were other living people here. Instead of feeling happy, he felt a little creepy.

Did they come here intentionally or unintentionally? Friend or foe? What is the purpose?

Will you not know the rules for a while and alarm those guys?

He made his rounds around and found nothing unusual except for the dead people in front of him who seemed to be bustling with activity.

Shen Qingge's feeling should not be wrong. As a dead person for an unknown number of years, even though she has surpassed the limits of the zombie species, she still retains their most basic ability - sensitivity to living things.

So this may also be where these "living people" are hiding now.

The temple door had been opened to the limit, and something seemed to be going out of the dark temple.

Xia Beifeng looked at the vague shadow, and only felt that his heart was about to rise to his throat, for fear that what would come out after a while would be a terrible monster.

However, he thought too much, and finally came out of the temple with an ordinary person...... No, ghost.

The "man" was dressed in red, and had a long weapon pinned to his waist, whether it was a knife or a sword.

His clothes were embroidered with black thread in the style of "I don't know what it means, but it seems to be powerful", and his face wore a very hideous demon mask.

The mask looks very simple and exquisite, probably some years old, the standard primitive religious style, rough and casual with some inexplicable beauty.

The "demon" has a blue face and a very abstract red sun painted on his forehead. Four long teeth protruded outward, a large red mouth, and two lines of bright red paint at the corners of the mouth, probably reflecting the evil spirit eating people.

The two usual black lines at the corners of the eyes seemed to symbolize that it was crying, and the places where it should be eyes were two round holes, revealing a pair of eyes that were constantly moving underneath.

Shen Yungui would probably be crazy if he saw this scene, if this thing was real, it would be a priceless treasure.

I just don't know if I really got it and if I have a life to take home.

Shen Qingge snorted contemptuously, turned his head and explained to Xia Beifeng: "Human beings just like to spread rumors!" The ghost king doesn't look like this, that's a handsome guy with fluttering clothes and jade trees, how can you say that...... Well...... Male god, simply. ”

You don't need to explain it to me, I don't care what the Ghost King looks like.

Xia Beifeng secretly rolled his eyes.

The "ghost king" who came out of the temple did not have the so-called "male god" temperament that I stood firm even though there were thousands of troops and horses in Shen Qingge's description. He walked in small steps, stood beside the coffin tremblingly, bowed respectfully to the old man and the two beside the old man, and never dared to look at the coffin.

The coffin shook even more, and even made a loud noise.

Seeing this, the "ghost king" kept shaking his head and waving his hand at the old man, and retreated back in horror, as if he wanted to return to the temple.

was pushed back by the two young men who returned from opening the door.

Two young men stood beside him, one on the left and one on the right, holding his arms and forcibly bringing him together with the coffin.

The "Ghost King" stood there trembling, his legs trembling even more.

It's miserable! Who did this guy offend, he was chosen to play the groom of the dead man, it was so unlucky.

The old man stretched out his crutches, nodded at the sun on the forehead of the "ghost king", knocked on the coffin in front of him, and coughed twice seriously.

The "Ghost King" immediately turned around, bowed respectfully at the coffin.

Then I turned around and wanted to run.

Unfortunately, he only took half a step before being pressed back by the two men behind him.

A man grabbed the collar of the "Ghost King" with one hand, lifted him up, and put him back in his place. Grabbing his wrist with one hand, Zero One hand pressed tightly against the back of his neck to prevent him from escaping again.

The other person gave up the action of holding his arm, turned around and took out a snowy knife from his pocket, and dangled in front of the "ghost king".

The full preparation of this group of "people" simply made Xia Beifeng, who was squatting aside and watching the play, stunned.

The "Ghost King" shrank like a little chicken on the verge of death, and still didn't dare to look at the coffin. just kept shaking his body, and from time to time he looked up at the old man beside him, and his eyes showed a sense of pleading,

The old man ignored him, and once again raised his cane, shouting something to the sky.

Xia Beifeng, who was watching the play, felt a little impatient.

These guys are too godly, they are like a cult, and they are endlessly annoying!

After a while, everyone will kneel down collectively and shout: "Daxian, you are really a god, you have cured me of heart disease, high blood pressure, diabetes, stroke, hemiplegia, cancer, and AIDS for many years...... Something. ”

The female ghost in the coffin seems to coincide with Xia Beifeng's thoughts.

After the old man had been babbling and singing for three minutes without knowing what language, she finally couldn't stand the noise and rushed out of the coffin.

(To be continued.) )