At the beginning, Liao Dong took out five bags of Yuxi and asked him to help bring the dead yellow skin into the coffin when the firecrackers went off

The yellow skin under the tree, this is enough to show that this matter is probably not simple, I'm afraid there is something else in it, Liao Shun didn't tell himself clearly, Cui Er wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, looked at the yellow skin corpse that was finally put into the coffin, and thought that he would follow him to the cemetery next, maybe something would happen! My heart suddenly beat a drum.

"That, that Akuan! I suddenly have something at home, I can't go, I'll take a pack of this, you take the rest, you go with the team for me", Cui Er was about to leave, gritted his teeth and stuffed the cigarette in his pocket to a villager uncle next to him.

"Oops! Really! The villager uncle was immediately overjoyed, didn't he follow the team to burn paper money! Hurriedly stuffed the cigarette into his pocket, smiled and chatted with Cui Er briefly, and hurriedly caught up with the team, of course, I had seen this scene a long time ago, but I didn't say anything, and I couldn't blame him, because I also found the group of yellow skins myself.

However, because I had already told the yellow-skinned old woman who had become a fine woman, I relaxed a little, and soon everyone walked to the destination here, Barwen Mountain.

Balwen Mountain, also known as the Broken Soul Gang, has no homes, only endless graves and abandoned stumps.

The reason why I chose this place is that Han Minghu and I looked at the map and calculated it, because the yin qi there is heavy, and it is easy to gather yin, that yellow skin was killed by Liao Shun, and his soul is also mutilated, and if the corpse is left here, it can automatically absorb the surrounding yin qi.

And after the corpse has absorbed enough yin qi, it will feed back the pure yin qi to the soul body of the yellow skin, so that it can become a complete soul, so that it can accept the offerings of the Liao family.

Of course, I didn't say much, because it was useless to say more, and they wouldn't understand it, as long as I took them and buried them there without making a mistake.

About an hour later, a stone bridge of some age appeared in front of our group's eyes.

The stone bridge spans the sky above the path we must pass, and if we want to cross it, we can only pass under it.

I glanced at the stone bridge and hurriedly shouted at them, "Everyone, stop and rest for a while!"

Liao Dong, who was following me, walked over puzzled and asked, "Brother Zhang, didn't we just rest just now?" Why do you have to rest now.

I shook my head and didn't speak, but I looked back at the stone bridge in front of me, turned around, and took out a dozen paper money and incense from my backpack.

Speaking of this bridge, some people may have noticed one thing, no matter where the bridge is being built (generally medium and large), the parents next to them will keep an eye on their children and do not let them go to the area where the bridge is built.

Because, it's easy to build a bridge, but it's hard to build a bridge!

The bridge carries the steps of countless people and the movement of vehicles, as the saying goes, how can mundane things be of great use.

In particular, it is a stone bridge that has to withstand tens of millions of people walking and has to go through nearly 100 years of wind and rain.

So every time a bridge is completed, the construction party is not busy taking out beer and drinks to celebrate, but a group of people standing quietly under the bridge, not to appreciate, but to mourn and commemorate.

They mourn nothing else, but the workers, co-workers, and even passers-by who work with them day and night.

Every time a bridge is built, one, two, or even three or five people die under the bridge.

When the bridge falls, you need to carry it.

This is an old saying, and it is also the pain of countless people, but despite this, those workers who built the bridge can only grit their teeth and rush to work on it, hoping that the bridge will be completed as soon as possible and go home to reunite with their families.

Every bridge needs a person's soul to carry, which is a cruel thing, even if the Divine Monarch of the Underworld knows about it, he can't forcibly bring the soul of the person who carries the bridge back to the Underworld.

Once the soul body is out of the bridge foundation, what is waiting is when the bridge is destroyed, in order to prevent the bridge from collapsing suddenly, causing more innocent people to die, the underworld Yin Jun, the king of Hades specially drew up an unknown bridge culvert.

The dense records on this bridge culvert are all from all over the country who carry the lonely souls of the bridge.

This underworld is the same as the world, there are rewards and punishments, but this bridge is a chore, the soul of the bridge has to bear the trampling of countless cars, horses and people every day, not only has no dignity, but also has to go through dozens, even hundreds of years.

And the reward of the underworld is also very bold, that is, whoever carries the bridge, the person who destroys the bridge, is the time of reincarnation, the former heinous people, the day they return to the underworld, can be exempted from all punishments, directly reincarnated again, as for those who were originally kind and meritorious, they will be discussed by the judges of several halls, and finally decided by the first judge of the underworld "Cui Jue".

But how can there be so many people in the world who can endure the suffering of dozens or hundreds of years! So the soul of the bridge came up with a way, that is, to find a substitute for the dead ghosts, let other ghosts carry it, and he can return to the underworld to wait for reincarnation, and the underworld is so busy, he can't manage so much.

There are one and two, and soon many souls of carrying bridges have followed suit, so many places have appeared in a certain bridge every year for a certain period of time, and there have been people dying under the bridge, but later, the underworld made some measures, which made the soul of the stone bridge in the world a lot.

And now the stone bridge in front of me revealed a faint desolation, I turned my head to Liao Dong and asked: Brother Liao, do you know when this stone bridge was built?

Liao Dong thought for a while and said: This bridge! I think it's been a few years, but because the main route has been diverted in recent years, this place has been deserted, and you can see that grass has grown on it.

I looked up at the stone bridge, and sure enough, the stone bridge was overgrown with weeds, and the walls of the stone bridge were covered with cobwebs, and there was a dead silence.

I then asked: Do you remember that this bridge, there have been accidents and other things in the past few years?

Liao Dong shook his head: I haven't heard of it, I shouldn't have it!

I nodded, I already knew in my heart that this bridge belonged to the bridge of goodwill, so I didn't ask more, lit three incense, kowtowed a few times in the direction of the stone bridge, and then picked up the paper money on the side and divided it into three piles, while burning and chanting: Breenling on the thousand-year-old bridge, if there are fairies on the bridge, I hope that the fairies will not be blamed, I will wait for the road here today, disturb the fairies and meditate, and leave this three incense to worship the fairies.

Strange to say, the three incense sticks were just inserted into the soil by me, and the incense burned quickly, and what was even more strange was that the smoke on the incense actually drifted against the wind in the direction of the ancient bridge.

"Smack~"

In the blink of an eye, the roots of the three incense sticks have been burned out, and a strange wind suddenly blew from the bridge hole at the bottom of the ancient bridge, blowing around us, and suddenly felt that this coolness blew away the exhaustion of the whole body.

I stood up with a smile and bowed deeply to the stone bridge, and then shouted to the people behind me: Okay, brothers get up and ask Wong Tai Sin to continue on the road~