Shoushan Town is rich in mountain craftsmen!

Guy Shou Mountain many strange stones, a little carved stacking, can be a rockery, won the love of the wealthy nobles.

It can be said that its big peak is not a special seal, or a gold belt.

Therefore, there are many poor families in ten miles and eight towns who send their children to be the apprentices who work hard and beg for food.

If you can enter the master's eyes and teach skills, you can't say that you will become a cannon battle off the ground - flying Huang Tengda.

So much so that on the other side of the mountain, there are villages that hear the wind and send their children here.

It's a pity that the apprentices of the church starved to death the master.

The art of carving and stacking, the master has been guarding it very tightly.

The apprentices who came to learn the art either went up to the mountain to quarry stones, or did some trivial chores.

There is also a risk of death at every turn.

No, a few days ago, two apprentices died.

It is said that when he went up the mountain to quarry, he stepped on the air with one foot, and subconsciously pulled his companions, and both fell down the slope and died.

The life of the doll in the mountains is as cheap as grass, and Boyan Shiji still lost some money, and the matter was over.

No, transporting corpses has become a big problem.

These two apprentices are on the other side of the mountain, and if they take the official road, it will take seven or eight days.

Mo said that the price of the carriage and horse shop was extremely high, that is, he paid the silver money and transported it to the opposite side, and in this hot July, I am afraid that it will also smell of maggots.

But if you take the mountain road, not to mention that the mountain road is rugged and difficult, who would dare to carry the corpse?

Hey!

Don't say it, where there is demand, there is a market.

In this world, there are really people who eat this bowl of unique rice.

Nicknamed: The corpse chaser.

"Dao Chief, do you think this is strange? Not only did they not carry the corpse, but they also let the corpses line up and walk back by themselves! ”

"I can see it, it's really a big string, jumping and jumping, out of Yizhuang, and going to the mountains!"

The farmer who carried the hoe boasted with spit flying, his expression was both excited and a little timid.

Mo Chuan was a little moved when he heard this.

If he's not mistaken, this is probably some kind of corpse manipulation technique!

If you can learn this, it can be regarded as a skill to make a living.

"Dare to ask my brother, which direction did the corpse chaser go?" Mo Chuan hurriedly asked.

"Dao Chief, are you going to chase the corpse chaser?" The old man's voice trembled.

"Haha, look at your elm head, Dao Chief, this is to avoid the corpse chaser, those bad things, who rarely approaches?"

A man in Tsing Yi next to him laughed and said, "Dao Chief, I can see clearly, they are going to Shoushan Shuiqiao Creek Trail." ”

Hearing this, Mo Chuan hurriedly bowed his hand: "Thank you brother for your advice!" ”

As he spoke, he looked at the tea stall owner again: "Uncle, how much is the tea?" ”

The stall owner waved his hand: "The Taoist is polite, half a bowl of strong tea, no money!" ”

Mo Chuan was not polite and humble, reached into his arms, took out a ghost receptacle, and handed it over.

"Uncle and take it, take it on weekdays, and the little ghost doesn't dare to get close."

"Good, good."

The stall owner hurriedly wiped his hands on his coat, and then reached out to take it.

"Excuse me, farewell."

Mo Chuan gave up his hand and walked away.

"It's really strange, it's the first time I've seen a Taoist priest hurrying at night."

Looking at Mo Chuan's back, the man in Tsing Yi shook his head, and his expression changed suddenly: "Hey, why did the Taoist go in the direction of Shuiqiao Creek?" ”

"Dao Chief, that's the direction of Shuiqiao Creek, don't go, don't go, wow-"

When the stall owner heard the sound, he hurriedly opened his mouth and shouted.

In the dim twilight, I saw that the Taoist priest raised his hand, signaled that he had heard, and plunged into the vast night.

……

The night was empty and foggy.

The mountain trails, which are still a little popular during the day, have become deserted at night.

The strange stones of Shoushan that the world is amazed by are stacked on the side of the path at will, like lonely graves and mounds.

In the whistling mountain wind, swallowing clouds and spitting fog, whispering, as if picking fat and thin.

"Jingle Bell ......"

Suddenly, the sharp sound of bells faintly came from the deep mountains and old forests, which made people's hearts tighten.

After a while, the dense fog shattered.

A man wearing a hat and a Taoist robe, shaking the soul bells in his left hand and a small gong stick in his right hand, accompanied by the bell, banged on the yin gong on his waist.

"Bang! Syllable! ”

"Yin people are in a hurry, Yang people are avoiding, you have to avoid it, and you can take care of yourself if you have an accident......"

In the drowsy night, a treacherous pedestrian was behind the Taoist priest who struck the gong, and was walking slowly on the sheep intestine mountain road.

I saw that this group of people all stretched out their arms, connected to each other in a line, and walked in unison, jumping and jumping, and the scene was terrifying.

This group of people is none other than the corpse chasers of the tea stalls.

"Big corpse, change?"

In the bouncing corpses, there was a tentative greeting.

"Just a few steps? It's early, don't be slippery! ”

The big corpse who led the way, turned around and reprimanded the young corpse hidden in the corpse group.

"Oh!"

There was a muffled grunt from the crowd of corpses.

"Bang! Syllable! ”

The sound of the gong came at two o'clock again, and the corpse was still beating in its own way, staggering between the mountain roads.

"Big corpse, don't knock it, deep mountains and old forests, there should be no one!"

The voice of the young corpse came again.

"Hee-hee, deep mountains and old forests, of course no one."

A chorus of voices rang out, but the jumping corpse stopped abruptly.

Because the voice was sharp and sharp, like a charming lady, and if she died unjustly, she hid in the ghostly mountain forest, and looked at the mountain road with bad intentions.

"Who?"

The voice of the corpse came from the crowd of corpses.

"Silence!"

The big corpse who led the way reprimanded, and hurriedly grabbed a handful of talismans from the bag talisman and spilled it, while chanting the words:

"People come to separate heavy paper, ghosts come to the next mountain;"

"A thousand evils can't be made, and ten thousand evils can't be opened."

The talisman spilled out, and the mountains and forests seemed to be quiet.

The big corpse listened attentively for a while, and when he saw that there was no more demonic sound, he put his mind at ease, and was about to beat the gong and stick in his hand.

"Hehe, old Taoist, that's all you can do?"

No, the sharp voice came again, faintly accompanied by a sneaky snicker, which permeated people's panic.

"Let's go!"

The face of the big corpse changed when he heard the voice, he didn't say anything more, pressed the hat, stuffed his head, and walked away.

The group of corpses that had stopped jumped up again, and their movements were much more panicked.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, something flew in the forest, snapped, and smashed on the corpse.

The corpse paused and continued to hurry.

"Do you want to leave, stay and buy money?"

The shrill sound was heard, and a few emerald phosphorus fires rose in the forest, trailing around the corpse chaser's procession.

The corpse turned a deaf ear, kept walking, and walked more and more urgently.

"Phew! Vulna, look at the knife! ”

Beside the rocky road, there was a sudden clam.

When the big corpse heard the sound, he turned his head suddenly, and saw a mountain knife reflecting the bleak moonlight, slashing across the sky!

A chill swept by.

It's a big skull and it flies up.

The hat is in the air!

In the miserable moonlight, I saw a man full of evil spirits, standing with a knife, and the headless corpse beside him, swaying, and slumping to the ground with a pop.

"Master—"

An urgent cry came from the corpses, and then a figure rushed out and rushed towards the corpse.

"Hahaha, good time!"

The man was overjoyed when he saw this, and he stepped forward, and the mountain opener swung down again.

"When—"

A sharp metal collision sounded, but it was the rushing figure who subconsciously pulled out a Xiangxi knife to block the fatal blow.

"Hey!"

Unexpectedly, this blow made the man go crazy, picked up the mountain knife and slashed again.

This time, the corpse chaser had the intention to raise his knife to block, but he was unable to lift it, so he could only be poked in despair!

Burst!

The knife went into the neck, and another big head flew up.

The corpse chaser's headless body shook in place, and finally poofed and collapsed to the ground.

At this moment, there was a sound of Suo Suo in the forest.

The grass and trees were removed, and two figures, one tall and one short, appeared, and the night obscured their faces, making it impossible to see clearly.

"Old Biao, you're too impulsive, why don't you say it?"

Among them, the tall figure complained.

"it! I said a long time ago, these two gods dare to pretend to be ghosts to do this job, they must be as bold as a fight, it is better to chop it with a knife! ”

The old biaozi looked indifferent, and when he spoke, he also slapped the mountain knife, which was ruthless!

"Okay, okay, it's important to find money!"

Among them, the short figure was in the sound of the mud, and he couldn't wait to touch the corpse.

"You guys look for it first, I want to see, how do these two magic sticks drive away the corpses?"

As he spoke, the old man walked up to the rows of corpses and poked them with a knife.

I didn't want to, and with a knife poke, the corpse collapsed with a bang, and by the way, all the corpses in the back row were brought down.

The sound of falling was so frightened that the two of them who were touching the corpse jumped.

"Phew! It's really a cheap thing, how do I drive corpses? It turned out that the torso was cut and picked up with a bamboo pole skewer. ”

The old biaozi picked the corpse with a knife and immediately scolded.

The two of them hurriedly approached to take a closer look.

But no, I saw that the corpse was driven away only with limbs and a head, and the middle was filled with straw.

When you put on your clothes, you can't see the clue at all.

Two long bamboo poles, passing under the armpits of the corpses, strung them together in a row, the corpse chaser only needs to stand in the middle, enough to easily pick up a row of corpses.

Thinking about that jumping posture, it is the natural swaying appearance of empty legs.

"No wonder the day and night come out, it turns out to be all pit things, I'm phew!"

"Damn, let's get rid of harm for the people."

Several road-blocking bandits scolded and scolded, as if they didn't take this tricky scene in their eyes, they were as bold as tigers!

"Find money, find money!"

"Third child, how much money did you touch?"

"Just a bunch of copper."

"I've only touched a few things."

"Didn't you hide it?"

"Damn, do you doubt me?"

It didn't take long for the three bandits to quarrel, but it was because they didn't find much money?

You know, they're prepared.

It is rumored that the corpse chasers had four taels of silver for this trip, but the result was good, and they did not have enough copper to get their hands?

How can this make them not suspicious?

In a burst of swearing, the three bandits were unwilling to leave.

The mountains were empty again.

There are only stumps and corpses all over the ground, I don't know which passer-by will be frightened?

"Da Da Da-"

As soon as the bandits left, there was a sound of footsteps in the depths of the mountain road.

In the mist, a young Taoist priest walked into the scene of the murder with a look of surprise.

"Is this a bandit?"

Mo Chuan looked at the messy mountain roads, Rao is well-informed, and his face changed greatly.

What bandit dares to intercept in the middle of the night?

Especially is it still the way to intercept the corpse craftsmen?

"It's a pity! If Poor Dao didn't drink that bowl of residual tea, maybe he would be able to catch up. ”

Mo Chuan muttered and shook his head with some regret.

He looked at the corpses all over the ground, wondering if he should bury them.

I have the heart to do it, but I feel a little hairy in my heart.

Isn't?

Imagine that in the middle of the night, in the barren mountains and mountains, beside the sheep intestine path, heads and stumps are rolling off the ground, can this not be frightened?

Thanks to him, he has seen a lot of ghosts and ghosts, and he has experienced a big heart.

Otherwise, if he stayed before he got the sacrificial Dao furnace, the scene in front of him would be afraid that his brain would go blank and his heart would go into cardiac arrest.

"Alas!"

Mo Chuan sighed, gritted his teeth or rolled up his sleeves, took out an iron shovel from the sacrificial furnace, and dug it up beside the mountain road.

With the help of the art of copying, digging graves is not hard work for him.

No, just as he was digging, an old voice suddenly came from behind him, making his scalp tingle.

"Dao Chief, don't dig!"

He suddenly followed the sound, only to see a head rolling down on the side of the road, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him with a kind face.