The secret is in the cave, but he can't get close at all, Wang Xiaohu feels like he has been hungry for three days, and there is a full banquet of the Han Dynasty in front of him, but he has no money on him, so he can only watch, the more he looks, the more greedy he is, and the more he is greedy, the more uncomfortable he is......

Jingle Bell ...... Jingle Bell ...... Wang Xiaohu tried all kinds of ways to get close to the cave, but the most futile aftermath, almost exhausted from tossing, helpless to go around in circles under the hillside, the right hand was sore and changed to the right hand, Sanqingling never dared to stop, the sky finally lit up a little bit in the torment, the morning dew and sweat, Wang Xiaohu was soaked, the zombies behind him seemed to have participated in a crazy party, and now it was time to end, numbness walked to the hillside, the role of Sanqingling was not very large, Wang Xiaohu slowed down the rhythm, Watching the zombie mountain rats each drill back to their own graves, I breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't let go of his breath, he got up again, and looked at the pace of the zombie intently, hoping to see some clues, and soon he was disappointed, the zombie has no IQ, but the recognition of the grave is extremely accurate, and in the dense walking, one by one hidden into the grave is missing, very weird and spectacular.

Still don't see anything! Wang Xiaohu was frustrated and tired, dragging his heavy legs towards the valley where Wu Ya was, along the way, the men, women and children in the village who got up early to work looked at him with eyes that were no longer the indifferent kindness of before, but full of awe and a trace of inexplicable vigilance.

Wang Xiaohu was not in the mood to care about other people's emotions, now he wanted to lie on the haystack and sleep well, and returned to the valley with heavy steps, and the white figure in front of the thatched hut was always standing outside the door. When he saw Wang Xiaohu, he rushed over, and there were a few crystal tears floating in the sun. Wu Ya hugged Wang Xiaohu, stuffed her head into his arms, and cried, she ...... It's really tight.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, don't you see I'm doing it well, I'm very capable. Zombies didn't do anything to me, okay, okay. I want to sleep well...... "Wang Xiaohu coaxed Wu Ya like a child, but his heart was warm, and for a moment he really regarded the small thatched hut as his home, because he knew it. No matter what he's been through. Whatever comes his way, there will be someone waiting for him there.

Wu Ya stopped crying, dragged Wang Xiaohu's hand back to the hut, and began to boil him that unpalatable rice porridge, Wang Xiaohu wanted to sleep, but Wu Ya insisted on letting him eat something and sleep again, Wang Xiaohu helplessly waited, and it didn't take long for a while. The porridge was not yet cooked, and there was a grinning ...... outside The cry.

Wang Xiaohu: This is called an upset. Lao Tzu is not dead yet, who will cry in the morning? Just about to open the door and go out, Su He walked in with a white cloth in his hand, saw Wang Xiaohu and Wu Ya, and grinned and cried: "Brother Xiaohu, Sister Wu Ya, it's all my fault, I should have sent it to you yesterday, but I was tired of playing, and I fell asleep on the haystack at home, woo woo...... My dad beat me up, Brother Xiaohu, Sister Wuya, it's me who is not good, woo woo woo ......"

No matter how scoundrel Su He is, at least he relies on Wang Xiaohu very much, after all, he is only a twelve or thirteen-year-old child, can he still beat him? Wang Xiaohu remembered that he took the zombie to the big shaman's house to demonstrate last night, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, what is the difference between his actions and Su He in front of him? It's like what a vindictive kid can do.

Did you really wronged the Great Shaman? Wang Xiaohu is not too sure, when things come to this point, whether it is wronged by the great shaman, or whether the great shaman secretly stopped Su He, it is no longer important, the important thing is that he Wang Xiaohu is not an ordinary outsider, but a powerful outsider, what kind of impact will this have on the balance of the village?

If Wang Xiaohu is a great shaman who has been protecting the village from safety and sound, and suddenly an outsider can manipulate zombies, what will Wang Xiaohu do? Will this outsider be considered a threat? At least Wang Xiaohu will think so, whether it is to keep his powerful position, or for the peace of the village, he will find a way to deal with this outsider, and push others with himself, and it is estimated that the great shaman also has the same mind.

Wang Xiaohu looked at Su He, who couldn't stop crying, sighed and said, "You're late, I don't blame you, why are you crying?" ”

Wang Xiaohu didn't say that it was okay, as soon as he said that Su He cried even more, his already not very beautiful face was soaked in tears and became even more ugly, Wang Xiaohu, who was crying, had a headache, coaxed for a long time, and took out the fast chocolate to be coaxed, Su He left happily, Wang Xiaohu reluctantly drank a bowl of porridge, lay on the grass upside down, simply didn't think about anything, and fell asleep.

This sleep was dark, until Wu Ya called him to wake up, in a daze saw that Wu Ya was wearing a new dress, the same linen coarse clothes, but a lot of decorations were added to the body, said to be decoration, but it was just some wood, bones, carved gadgets, hair carefully combed, braided a few small braids, inserted a small flower, a red cloth belt tied around the waist, simple and generous, but gorgeous and unique.

"What are you going for?" Wang Xiaohu was stunned and asked, Wu Ya gestured to the side, Wang Xiaohu found that Su He was actually there, this kid was also dressed up, standing there like a dog, and said: "Brother Xiaohu, the son of Uncle Bagen's family is married, everyone celebrates in the evening, Uncle Bagen said that you are a distinguished guest, let me invite you and Sister Wuya to drink together." ”

"I was a zombie last night, and I got married today, is this going to make a fuss?" Wang Xiaohu was stunned and blurted out.

"What's there, the dead come out to wander once in seven days, and after that day, it's not how to live, Brother Xiaohu, I was invited to send it, I don't care if I go or not, but there is roast sheep to eat tonight." After Su He finished speaking, he jumped away.

To be honest, Wang Xiaohu was reluctant to go, but looking at Wu Ya's happy appearance, presumably no one had called her for a happy event in the village before, and today someone came to invite, the joy in her heart is naturally self-evident, did it hurt Wu Ya's heart? The word roast sheep also moved Wang Xiaohu, he has been in this ghost place for seven or eight days, and every day he eats rice porridge that is difficult to drink.

But according to the tradition of the Central Plains, sometimes it is not a good thing to invite you to eat, because there is a kind of rice called Hongmen Banquet, Wang Xiaohu always feels a little strange, is it that the big shaman wants to make a move against him? If that's the case, why don't you go and see, come openly, Wang Xiaohu is really not afraid of anything, just afraid of being remembered.

After making up his mind, Wang Xiaohu didn't have anything to clean up, so he simply tidied up the jacket on his body, raised his feet and walked out, just arrived at the door and remembered that it didn't seem good to go empty-handed, and asked Wu Ya: "Have you prepared a congratulatory gift?" ”

Wu Ya was stunned by his question, it is estimated that no one usually invites her, she doesn't remember this at all, Wang Xiaohu saw her appearance, and saw that there was only grass left in the thatched hut, took out his backpack, rummaged through, found a silk outdoor scarf, grabbed it in his hand and raised it towards Wu Ya, Wu Ya's eyes immediately lit up, and happily took it and touched it left and right, cautiously as if he was afraid of touching the scarf.

Wang Xiaohu's nose was sour, and he said to her: "It's not a good thing, just take it as a congratulatory gift, when we go out, I'll buy you the most beautiful skirt to wear, the best scarf, let's go, eat mutton and ......"

Wang Xiaohu took Wu Ya's hand out of the valley, and when he was far away, he saw a huge bonfire lit on the grass by the small lake, and many people sat down around, laughing and laughing, quite a bit of Naadam Conference.

When night fell, there was a melodious and passionate sound of the horse-head piano wafting on the grassland, there were young men and women singing and dancing around the bonfire, a good national style, the arrival of Wang Xiaohu and Wu Ya immediately attracted everyone's attention, the women looked at Wu Ya with disdain, there was some jealousy in their eyes, and there was no hostility in the eyes of the men, after all, Wang Xiaohu was holding an inauspicious woman in his hand, and the ugly eight monsters recognized in the village.

Wang Xiaohu looked around, almost all the young people in the village had arrived, and some old people also came to attend the wedding, but they didn't see the big shaman, Wang Xiaohu was a guest from afar, and was arranged to sit in front, and there was no stool, sitting on the ground, roasting the whole sheep on the bonfire, and Wang Xiaohu's saliva came down.

After a while, an uncle in a Mongolian robe who looked almost fifty years old, holding a pair of young men and women in his hands, walked to the campfire, his hands were open, his palms were facing the fire, and everyone stopped the noise and looked at him quietly.

"One is a warrior on horseback, the other is a fairy in the heavenly palace, congratulations on this match made in heaven, everyone will rejoice in their hearts. The bride is as docile as a white crane, and the groom is as vigorous as a horse; The thread of marriage connects the two of them, and this is the companion of the divine horse and the white crane......"

The words are very good, but the warrior on horseback is a little miserable, less than 1.7 meters tall, short and fat, with a potholed face, small eyes, a big face and plates, and no slip ...... Shen Xuan can be regarded as a beautiful man compared to him, and then look at the bride, although she is dressed a little plainly, but that body and face can simply make the men of the whole world crazy, even Wang Xiaohu was in a trance, and sighed that a flower was inserted in the shit.

The wedding was very simple, and there was nothing too lively, or some of the traditions of the Mongolian people were maintained, and the roasted whole sheep Wang Xiaohu also ate it in his mouth, although the salt was pitiful, he still ate with relish, and the wine was tasteless, and the wine was tasteless, and it was better than nothing, and the lively wedding was almost there, and suddenly a tall man jumped into the field, and said angrily: "Today is the happy event of Uncle Bagen's family, I am poor and have no congratulatory gifts, so I will find a personal blog to help everyone...... "said to be fun, His eyes were staring at Wang Xiaohu. (To be continued......)