Tex was also frightened, but in order to show that his identity was different, he also said something special: "Luther, your friend - this old gentleman is really joking, hahaha!"

Turks laughed, Jack panicked, but Luthor calmly picked up the cup and drank the water as if nothing had happened.

"What are you afraid of, this is indeed his wife, but it is just the bones of his wife. ”

It's okay not to say it, but after Luthor said it again, Jack's whole body began to crisp: "Don't scare me, how can anyone put the bones in a bag, why don't you bury them?"

"Yes, yes, it won't be...... The old lady died unexpectedly, you friend, I don't look like a ......", the phrase "murderer" on Tex's lips did not speak, for him, no matter where the custom is, no one will put the bones of a dead loved one in a bag, or even hang it on the beams of the house that can be seen every day, it will send chills down the spine to think about.

"These two stinky boys, alas, Rum, you better explain it to them, I'm almost stunned by the nervousness of these two. Luthor said to the old man.

The old man, named Rum, walked up to Jack and Turks with an unknown smile, his face suddenly sank, and he said in the tone of an old grandfather telling a ghost story to his grandson: "Do you know that there is an old lady's bones hidden here, so that she can be by my side forever and immortal......

Jack shuddered when he heard this, stepped back and said, "Do you Kechisa people have this hobby?"

Rum burst into laughter: "Hahaha, you two are really funny, if I'm not mistaken, the golden-haired one is called Jack, and the fairer-looking one is Tex, right?"

The two of them nodded: "Yes, but can you explain to us what is in this bag first?"

The old man smiled knowingly, then stretched out the scepter in his hand, held it high and gently took out the bag hanging from the hook on the beam.

Jack and Turks still didn't dare to get closer, it was fine to say that it was animal carcasses, but when they said that it was a human being, their legs and feet were unstable, let alone leaning up to see it.

"Luther, you let him put it on the table first. Jack reminded as he leaned to the side as he spoke.

Turks weren't much better, and he was cowering.

"Hahaha", Lum was still smiling, the long, white beard on the side of his mouth was saliva, and it became wet, he brushed it, and put the bag on the table, but he still couldn't stop laughing and said, "You two, now you are relieved, right?"

"That'...... Then you open it. Turks said.

Rum shook his head, slowly untied the rope tied to it, and said, "Turks, you really don't feel so much like the royal family, but like a young man from the country. ”

"Do you mean I'm scared?" asked Tex rhetorically.

Old Man Rum said, "Yes. Well. But it's understandable, at least your guide Luthor reacted like you when he first saw him, don't look at him so calm now, that performance at that time can be described as a and pee. Haha!"

Luther hurriedly explained, "Rum, who made you so scary, who doesn't know the customs of you Keqisa people will not be scared to death." Anyway, I haven't seen you for so long, and you're still wearing that hat, how long has it not been washed?

At this time, the bag was already open, and the mouth was open, and it lay quietly.

"I have two of these hats. Don't tease me, I'm telling the truth. Tell me where you've been over the years. Lum sat down and spoke face to face with Luther.

Rum picked up the cloth in the corner of the table, rubbed a few wisps of tobacco, lit his pipe, took a few puffs, and closed his eyes. He spat a few puffs, and the smoke filled the air, drifting softly like cooking smoke in the sun.

"Have you forgotten what to show us, Rum?" said Jack.

Rum was still so immersed in the pleasure of fine tobacco that he forgot what he had to do, and only came to his senses when he heard Jack's shout: "Oh yes, I'm going to show my two little ones what's in the bag." ”

He handed the pipe to Luther, who took it and took a big puff: "The Kechisa produce their own pomp tobacco, which matures for ten years, and it takes seven seven hundred and forty-nine days to dry, and then it takes up to three years to bake and clean. Well, it's good, it's still the same taste. ”

"You have to smoke leisurely, there is not much tobacco, and I can't afford you to take a few puffs. Lum took the bag and told Luthor.

"You two are ready, don't be scared by what's in here. Lum said with a wicked smile as he looked at Jack and Tex.

"You...... Take it, we're ready. The two said in unison.

Rum slowly reached into the bag, making a deliberately frightened expression, then frowning nervously. But when things were actually taken out, Jack was nothing to be surprised about.

"Horns!?, make no mistake!" exclaimed Tex, a cry of surprise and a burst of pent-up tension in his heart.

"Haven't seen it? This is my wife's bones. Rum said.

Jack couldn't care about being polite, hugged his stomach and laughed almost angrily: "Hahahaha, isn't your wife a sheep? Haha, it's so funny, your magic has become very interesting!"

"Jack, haha, you say, if a sheep is sperm, will it walk on its stomach when it walks, hahaha!" said Tekes, pointing to the horns in Rum's hand, and squawed twice as he learned the sound of the sheep.

Rum seemed a little angry, and said angrily, "You two stinky boys! I'm not kidding, this is my wife's bones!"

"We're not kidding, if that's true, how can it be a sheep's horn?" asked Tex.

Rum didn't bother to explain, he lifted his hat, pointed to the top of his head, and said, "You two give me a good look, stinky boys, look at what's on top of my head?!"

Both Jack and Tex stopped laughing at the same time, stunned as they looked at the top of Rum's head.

"This ......"

"No, it's really a sheep's horn ......"

Rum said angrily, "Now I believe it." ”

The moment Rum's hat fell, Jack rubbed his eyes, making sure what he was seeing was a pair of high, crooked horns.

"Sheep Monster, Sheep Spirit, Luther, what's going on?" Turks had to turn to Luthor for help.

Luther, who was smoking a cigarette on the side, put down his pipe, walked up to the two of them, looked at the top of Rum's head and said, "Tsk, Rum, I find that you are old, and the top of your head is a little bald. ”

"Really?" said Rum, touching the top of his head, "No wonder I think I've been losing my hair lately." Alas, after all, it's more than eight hundred years old, and it's time to retire. ”

"Eight hundred!?" said Jack and Turks in unison.