Qingling looked impatient, and said contemptuously, "Didn't the Taoist priest forget to bring it, or ......?"

At this time, the Taoist priest took out a scroll wrapped in paper, the Taoist priest first opened it slowly, and after removing the paper outside, the old Taoist priest raised the scroll in his hand, and he was proud again, "That's it, I finally found it." ”

Light Ling picked up his scroll, looked at it for a long time, and didn't know what it was, and then put it on the stone table. Xuanyuan Cheng glanced at the scroll, then at the smiling Taoist priest with a spring breeze, and asked, "Zhong Kui kills ghosts?"

After hearing Xuanyuan Cheng's words, Qingling's eyes widened and waited for the Taoist priest's answer.

The Taoist priest nodded.

I returned home in despair, and found so many dead people in the village, and so many madmen, and it was obvious that these madmen were driven mad by these dead people.

It's normal for people to be scared crazy, but most crazy people are scared crazy by living people. In fact, the dead can also scare the living insane. When I entered the village, I found two corpses that looked exactly like me. A big living person, suddenly seeing a corpse that looks exactly like himself, is not frightened.

Why wasn't I afraid? Because the little thumb of the left hand of the two corpses was safe and sound. Except for my parents, even my best friend didn't know that the little finger of my left hand was missing a section.

When I was very young, probably between kindergarten and first grade. I was a gluttonous fat man at that time. One evening I was digging for woodpecker eggs in a hollow in a tree. Suddenly, my finger was bitten by something fiercely, and it was useless to pull it out, and finally pulled out a section of the little mother's finger together.

My biggest advantage is that even if it is a trivial matter, I observe it more carefully, in the horrible situation just now. I was able to find a small flaw in both bodies. There aren't many people like me.

The succession of dead people and the madmen in the village made our already quiet village even more eerie. Night is about to fall, and through this dead silence, I feel that the atmosphere is even more oppressive.

This quiet oppression made me feel powerless. I raced back to my yard. The pressure of the past few days finally collapsed in my heart. I hid in my yard and cried loudly. Then take an axe and dance wildly. I kept swinging my axe, as if I could dispel all my resentment. It seems to be able to cut down invisible enemies. I fantasized that as long as I kept wielding the axe, my sister-in-law would come back. I didn't know that I waved, hundreds of thousands of times, sweat soaked my collar, and then cooled, the cooling sweat irritated my neck, and this cold feeling brought me back to the cold reality.

This kind of seemingly purposeless venting is actually very beneficial to the body. If you encounter something, you have been holding it back, and there is no channel to vent and no object to confide in. Let him suffocate in the end.

I thought about it calmly, and now my sister-in-law can't be found, and the only thing I can do is to bury so many dead people in the village. If it is not buried, in this weather, the corpse will decompose, bacteria will grow, and the plague will occur in a day. The only way to prevent this risk is to bury the bodies as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, I made an agreement with the Taoist priest and the corpse king to bury these corpses tonight. Why did you choose to bury the body at night, which is also very particular. It is said that although a person is dead, his soul is still in his body. If he buries them during the day, his soul will take possession of the soul of the person who buried him. If he comes to bury it at night, the soul of the dead body will appear in the dream of the person who buried him, and it will be a nightmare.

At night, dressed in white, I went to the back of the village to bury the corpses, dressed in white and with the corpse king and the Taoist priest. It stands to reason that the body should be buried in a cemetery farther away. There is a lot of attention to where to bury the body. The vacant land behind the village is actually the homestead of our village. It can only be used to build villagers' houses or farmland. You can't use it to bury a corpse. Because cremation is practiced now, burials are very difficult, and if outsiders know about burying people on homesteads, our village chief will not have to do it. However, the situation is urgent at the moment, and if so many dead bodies are not disposed of as soon as possible, a large-scale plague will occur immediately.

It is said to be buried, but in fact it is not so simple, first there must be a big pit, and we have to dig the pit ourselves. And then after the people are buried, we have to fill the pit ourselves.

We were standing in this clearing outside the village, and a full moon in the sky suddenly turned red. The soil in the ground is also dark red, and it is very terrifying. As the saying goes, "When the moon menstruates, there must be goblins." "It seems that this matter cannot be left alone.

Each of the three of us has a shovel, and we have nothing else to do to make up for it. Don't look at me as half a farmer, the work is actually not bad, but this soil is very hard, one spade down, one white spot, two spades down two white marks. I don't think I can dig this big hole in a month. The Taoist priest behaved better after all, he has a bit of a spell, but his spells are not used to dig pits, his magic weapons, it is still okay to catch a ghost and deceive individuals, and it is not good to use it to dig pits. Unexpectedly, the Corpse King became our main force. He used the shovel twice to feel that he could not take advantage of it, and he skimmed the spade, grasped the ground with both paws, and dug a pit of a person's height in a moment. At this rate, I estimate that the pit of the 180 people will be dug in just over an hour.

In fact, digging pits and burying people is also particular. This is exquisite, that is, the buried person digs the pit himself and then jumps into it. This work was best used in the white of the Warring States period. In the Battle of Long Spoon, Bai Qi asked the 400,000 captives of Zhao to dig a pit by themselves, and after digging the pit, the captives jumped into it themselves and buried the pit in the Qin army. It is good to dig the pit yourself, because no one wants to die, so the pit is dug slowly and deeply. The deeper the pit is dug, the better it is covered. The probability of a plague is the smallest.

But now we are burying a pile of corpses, and it is impossible for them to dig their own pits. In my cranky and lazy situation, the corpse king almost single-handedly dug this big pit that can sell 80 people.

Let's bury the pit once it's dug, and we split up, first transporting the body to the mouth of the pit by a small car, and then burying the body together. The Taoist priest was the worst, kicking the corpse into the pit one by one. But I can't bear it, because they are all villagers that I can meet every day, and I can't treat them like this if I don't take advantage of my relatives.

I laid them out one by one, and then let the Corpse King take advantage of the situation to place them in the pit. Whenever I turn over a corpse. His face became mine. The last dozens of corpses were all exactly like me.