For your sake, for saving me today, it's a reward for you!

After Yan Su finished speaking, she turned around with a red face, and I could see her back rising and falling violently.

I lay there stunned, happiness came so suddenly, I couldn't accept it for a while.

I pinched my cheek vigorously to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

I licked my lips, and there was still lingering fragrance between my lips and teeth, and Yan Su kissed me! Yan Su just kissed me!

At this moment, I felt as if I was floating in the clouds, and I felt unreal.

Dangdang!

Outside there was a sudden crisp sound of bells in the street.

I woke up from my trance all of a sudden, and then I thought of Boss Bai's instructions, and I rolled over and blew out the candles, and the room suddenly fell into darkness.

Dangdang! Dangdang!

The brass bells rang from far to near, mixed with a strange and hoarse tone: the dead go on the road, and the living avoid it!

In the dark, I took Yan Su's little hand and pointed to the windowsill.

Yan Su understood, turned over and got up, and the two of us tiptoed to the window, and quietly looked out through the glass window.

The dim street lights splashed on the bluestone pavement, and a gloomy funeral procession slowly walked out of the darkness in the distance.

The cold air crawled up my neck along my back, and I held my breath and concentrated, not even daring to breathe, and stared directly at the funeral procession, which I always felt that something was not quite right, lifeless, silent.

Walking at the front of the team is a middle-aged Taoist priest, wearing a Taoist robe, holding a yellow and clear copper bell in his left hand, holding a peachwood sword in his right hand, stepping on the seven star steps, stopping every few steps, holding the bell and shaking it a few times, shouting in that weird tone: The dead are on the road, and the living are avoided!

The Taoist priest was followed by a funeral procession, which consisted of only four people, which seemed somewhat deserted.

Funeral processions can often be seen in rural areas, often dozens or hundreds of people huddle in front of and back, beating gongs and drums, firecrackers in unison, and the scene is very lively. This is the first time I've seen such a simple and deserted funeral procession.

The four people were dressed in black clothes and black pants, and they kept their heads down, carrying a large coffin, and followed behind the Taoist priest.

The big coffin was bright red, and it formed a vivid color with the four black-clothed people carrying the coffin. In this darkness, the big red coffin looks ghostly and creepy.

On the lid of the coffin was a long piece of yellow mounted paper, on which were painted with the charm of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing.

His coffin is red, and there must be a great evil thing in the coffin.

Coupled with the suppression of the yellow charm on the lid of the coffin, it can be seen that the things in the coffin must be extraordinary.

This eerie picture is like a shot in a ghost movie, which makes people's hearts hairy.

At this time, if someone walks down the street, they must be frightened to death by this horrific image.

What's even more bizarre is that as soon as this funeral procession came out, even the barking of dogs disappeared.

The night was dark and heavy on the top of the ancient town, except for dead silence and dead silence.

Yan Su suddenly bumped into my arm, and his voice carried a hint of coldness: Xiao Qi, look at the ground!

I looked at the bluestone slab floor with wide eyes, there was nothing on the ground, and I wondered what Yan Su asked me to see.

Yan Su said astringently: Don't you see it? There was no shadow of the four coffin-bearers!

No shadow?!

I shuddered, and my whole scalp went numb.

Sure enough, the four black-clothed men carrying the coffin walked under the street lamp, and their shadows were not projected on the ground.

I said how I thought they weren't quite right, it turned out to be like this.

Yan Su and I glanced at each other, and the chill in our hearts was even worse, because we both thought of one thing, those who have no shadow must not be people! Could it be that these four men in black are actually four ghosts?

The dead are on the way, the living are avoided!

The Taoist priest shouted this cut with a melodious ending, and floated far away on the empty street.

But at this moment, the Taoist priest's voice stopped abruptly.

A figure appeared crookedly on the street ahead.

I chuckled in my heart, there are really people who are not afraid of death, and they dare to go out for a walk at this time?

The Taoist priest shouted at the man again: The dead go on the road, and the living avoid!

The man not only did not have the slightest intention of leaving, but staggered towards the funeral procession, carrying a wine bottle in his hand, looking like a drunken man.

Hold it! The Taoist priest couldn't help but shout.

The figure of the drunk man appeared under the street lamp, Yan Su and I stared wide-eyed, this drunken man turned out to be the bald hooligan in the afternoon!

It's this bastard again! Yan Su gritted his silver teeth, and his pupils revealed a hostile gaze.

I said: This bastard is really unjust, look at him to make a name for himself again!

The bald head stopped, his face was red from drinking, he squinted at the Taoist priest, and said with a snort of wine: Hey, where are you?

The Taoist priest did not answer the question of the bald head, took a step forward, and scolded in a low tone: If you don't want to die, get out of the way!

Grass! The bald head thought that the Taoist priest was threatening him, so he directly picked up the wine bottle in his hand and smashed it at the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest dodged his head sideways, and the bottle spun and flew out, smashing on top of the coffin.

The Taoist priest's complexion changed, and the red mole on the tip of his brow became more and more vivid.

The bald head opened his shirt, revealing an eagle tattoo, and he looked like a ruffian: Where did the stinky Taoist priest come from, do you know who Lao Tzu is? You go to this street to inquire, who doesn't know my Brother Eagle's name? Lao Tzu is a person who has been on the mountain!

Going up the mountain does not mean climbing a mountain, in the southwest, going up a mountain means squatting through a prison. This bald head deliberately said the word "going up the mountain" very seriously, as if others would be afraid of him if he was in prison, he was not ashamed but proud, he was simply a fighter among the scum!

The Taoist priest raised his eyebrows, pointed coldly at the bald head with a peachwood sword and said: I don't care if you are Brother Eagle or Brother Dog, let me warn you again, the things in the coffin are very dangerous, if you don't leave quickly, I'm afraid that you will be killed!

Hahaha! The bald head stared at him with red eyes, laughed arrogantly, and then spat heavily on the ground: Ahh Is this trying to fool me? You're a Brother Eagle who eats white rice! After saying this, the bald head crossed his hands on his waist, like a road rage, blocking the way of the funeral procession.

I noticed that during this time, the four black-clothed men carrying the coffin did not snort, nor even raised their heads, and the gloomy feeling was extremely strange.

What exactly do you want? The Taoist priest was a little anxious, he had never met such a person who was looking for death by himself.

How? Hehe! The bald head thought that the Taoist priest had succumbed, laughed proudly, shook his head and said: I opened this mountain, I built this road, I want to pass by from here, and leave the money to buy the road! Speaking of this, the bald head actually stretched out his palm and made a gesture of begging for money.

This bastard thing, whether it is a person or a ghost, wants to extort a sum of money, it is simply lard blinded to the heart! Yan Su scolded indignantly.

I said coldly: This kind of person will have retribution!

The Taoist priest obviously didn't expect the bald head to stop the coffin to ask for money, he didn't have seen hooligans who coerced and blackmailed, but this kind of hooligan who blocked the coffin and asked for money from the dead was really beyond his expectations, and it was completely outstanding!

You dare to ask for money from the dead? The Taoist priest was slightly stunned and asked rhetorically.

Even if the king of Hades wants to pass here, he has to leave the money to buy the road! The bald man is very arrogant: If you don't give money today, don't want to leave here! Believe it or not, I smashed your coffin?

This bald beast, for the sake of money, even disrespects the dead, I hate it so much, I really want to rush up and teach him a hard lesson, how can there be such a scum in the world? What kind of genes did his parents have to breed such a breed?

The Taoist priest sneered twice and said: What a big breath! Dead people dare to ask for money, I'm afraid you can't afford it!

The Taoist priest said, put his hand into his arms, and took out a thick wad of money and stuffed it into the bald hand: Is it enough?

Hey! Stinky Taoist! I didn't expect you to make so much money by cheating! The bald head took the pile of money, his eyes lit up, and he was so excited that he spat and flew around.

However, this bastard was obviously not greedy enough, and after counting the money with saliva, Tian shamelessly said to the Taoist priest: My TV is broken, and I am about to replace it with a new one

The Taoist priest snorted coldly, and touched a wad of money from his arms to the bald head.

Wouldn't it be over so sooner? Waste so much time! The bald head hugged the shoulders of the Taoist priest, his eyes narrowed into a slit with happiness, and he took his trousers: I don't know if Ayu's hair salon is closed, tonight Lao Tzu must take care of Ayu's little slut!

Yan Su clenched his fists tightly, and his face flashed with anger: I don't understand! That Taoist priest is obviously a Taoist person, why is he afraid of this stinky rascal?

I shook my head: Maybe the Taoist priest has his own considerations, maybe he doesn't want to entangle with this hooligan!

Dangdang!

The Taoist priest raised the brass bell and continued to hurry: the dead go on the road, and the living avoid it!

The bald head held a large handful of banknotes, smiled, and staggered past the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest coldly dropped six words: self-inflicted, don't live!

Yan Su suddenly pulled me: Look!

My gaze followed the bald head, and I was greeted by a strange scene.

An old woman in a floral skirt hooked the bald head's neck with both hands, hanging on the bald head's back, and kept swaying from side to side with the bald head's movement, like a humanoid pendulum. The bald head acted like nothing happened, and he didn't realize that he had an extra old woman on his back.

The old woman turned her head suddenly, her head turned a full hundred and eighty degrees, an extremely strange smile appeared on her face, and then disappeared into the corner with her bald head.

Scare!

I gasped and couldn't help but take a step back.

Yan Su was also frightened, and his little face turned pale, and his eyes were blazing at me.

Why is there an extra old woman on the back of the bald head out of thin air?

Where did that old woman come from?

There seemed to be a gust of wind blowing on the street, and the Taoist priest and the big red coffin were gone.