Huang Mao smiled and kept moving forward under my leadership.

The surrounding cemetery ghosts are also constantly separating left and right to make way for us, and they don't say a word.

Although I have seen a lot of ghosts, I am now walking in the group of ghosts and being stared at by these ghosts.

When the social cow comes, it will feel uncomfortable.

The task is important, and there is not so much to worry about.

You can only keep moving forward according to the instructions of the feng shui plate.

After entering the cemetery, there is a small square not far away.

There were more ghosts gathered in the square, and the dense crowd was almost full.

Next to the square, there is the office hall.

But this office hall is divided into left and right sides, one white and one black, which is very particular.

The house was square, flat and stable, with four windows and one door.

Glancing at the sign above.

The white house is the reception.

That is, if someone sends the urn, go through the formalities and pay the fees in the white house.

The black house is a sacrifice.

Relatives come to worship, or go up to the tower to see the ashes of relatives, they will take signs, spiritual tablets, etc. here.

The tower cemeteries across the country are basically arranged in this way, dividing yin and yang.

It is rare to put the office hall and the spiritual seat in one house.

We walked through the square and continued onwards.

It was found that there were three stone arch bridges in front, and behind the bridges were three mausoleum towers.

You don't have to think about it to know that this arch bridge is called "Fushou Bridge" in feng shui, and it is specially for ghosts.

At this moment, as far as the eye can see, the bridge is also full of ghosts.

They all looked at us without blinking.

I looked at the feng shui plate and pointed to one of the pagodas.

"It's this mausoleum, and the female ghost is on it."

Huang Mao listened to me and lowered his voice:

"Brother Xu, there are too many ghosts in this place, it's not good to look at me, go early and come back early!"

"Well, that's what I thought too."

I nodded and quickened my pace.

Li Hefei followed closely behind him.

The surrounding cemetery ghosts, still as we approach, will automatically give way to a way.

We can be regarded as well water and river water, and we are moving forward smoothly.

It's just that when we came to the three stone arch bridges, we had trouble.

We're going to the leftmost mausoleum, so we're going to the leftmost stone arch bridge.

But when I arrived at the entrance of the stone arch bridge, the ghost standing on the stone arch bridge was motionless.

Except for staring at us with a pair of gray eyes wide, there was no intention of giving way.

We had to stop.

Huang Mao, just like just now, also smiled and said:

"Hey, hey, a few guys. Borrow a road, borrow a road......"

But this time, Huang Mao's smile was useless.

The ghost on the stone bridge still has no intention of backing down.

A strong man ghost standing at the front held up this big belly and raised his head slightly.

I saw that there was a big hole in his head, and bright red "blood" kept flowing out of his head.

Obviously, this is what a strong man looks like when he dies.

Only these ghosts, when they want to be scary, will show such a terrifying appearance.

At the same time, this strong man and ghost are still glaring at us.

He spoke to us in a low voice:

"Get out, you have to borrow the road and borrow it elsewhere, Lao Tzu doesn't want to borrow it."

After speaking, this strong man and ghost actually exuded bursts of cold air.

Seeing this, Huang Mao and I both felt cautious.

The face is also very unsightly.

But I wasn't intimidated by him, and I replied:

"Brother, we are craftsmen in the funeral home, and we eat a bowl of underworld rice.

Let's not interfere with the river water, let it go. ”

As a result, the strong man ghost didn't give us face at all, and he still looked unhappy:

"Who is your brother?

Lao Tzu doesn't care if you are a craftsman in a funeral parlor or not!

Lao Tzu just won't let it, if you want to go over, take the money. ”

After saying that, this strong man ghost was like a hooligan, stepping on the railing with one foot and making a gesture to ask for money.

Truth be told, if this ghost is a good talker, he will ask us for some money and flowers.

I don't mind, give him some.

The Stygian is not worth much to us, and there are several stacks in the toolkit.

But the other party's attitude, it makes me very uncomfortable, revealing the terrifying look of his death, who to scare?

Just haven't we seen a ghost? Still haven't seen a dead body?

Besides, the cemetery is not his family.

Ghosts can live, and we living people can walk.

I will collect the debt, and the water from the well will not interfere with the water of the river.

If I don't give face, I won't be polite.

Therefore, my attitude is also a lot stiffer:

"What if you don't take it!"

"Hehe, don't take it?

Get out of here, this cemetery is covered by me and my eldest brother.

In the future, you don't want to come in, and don't think about paying tribute to your family here and burning paper.

Here, I'm not going to say anything. ”

The strong man and ghost looked domineering and ate us.

As he spoke, more than a dozen ghosts behind him also squeezed forward.

One by one, there are fierce gods, and there are even a few ghosts, who are twisting their fingers and deliberately making a "click" bone joint sound, threatening us.

It looks like if we are not convinced, and we are going to beat people.

I look at them in my eyes, as much as I look at them as I look at the retarded.

Not to mention that I have a white tiger claw to protect myself, just the charm, peachwood sword, and gossip mirror in my hand.

Ordinary ghosts really can't do anything to us.

You can even take it easy......

Whether it's the living or the dead, there's always going to be some bad strokes.

The ghost cow in front of him is obviously this kind of person.

It definitely doesn't make sense.

Since this ghost toasts and doesn't eat and drink, I don't bother to talk nonsense with him.

It's a punch to go up.

"Bang!"

Before the ghost could react, I punched him and knocked him to the ground.

"Ahh

"Second brother."

"Second, second brother."

“……”

A few ghosts hurriedly supported the strong man ghost.

"Ahh You—how dare you beat me and kill him for me!" ”

The strong man shouted.

Seeing this, the ghosts behind him roared:

"Looking for a fight!"

"him!"

“……”

More than a dozen ghosts rushed straight up.

The surrounding ghosts swarmed up and surrounded us.

Seeing this, Li Hefei was so frightened that he squatted down directly with his head in his hands.

Huang Mao had a calm face and scolded "grass".

With a flying kick, one of the ghosts that rushed to the front kicked to the ground.

The rest of the ghosts, with their big mouths open, bit Huang Mao's body.

Huang Mao took out the gossip mirror and took a look forward, and the dozen or so ghosts who rushed up in fright raised their hands again and again to cover it, and even rolled and crawled backwards to dodge.

I even pulled out the mahogany sword I carried with me and pointed to the left and right:

"Whoever comes, I'll hack whoever I kill!"

The peachwood sword in my hand was lightning strike wood, and as soon as it was pulled out of the sword bag, a burst of yang energy dispersed.

These ordinary ghosts felt the scorching breath of the peachwood sword, as if they were being burned.

They all went backwards.

"Ahh

"It's hot, it's hot."

“……”

Huang Mao didn't stop, picked up the gossip mirror, and kicked the strong man's subordinates as he rushed forward.

The mouth kept saying:

"Grass! The knife is not sharp, the horse is too thin, what do you use to fight with me? ”

I also picked up the peachwood sword and threatened the ghosts around me, and at the same time followed Huang Mao.

The ordinary ghosts around, under the shock of the peach wood sword and the gossip mirror, none of the ghosts dared to approach, and they had already withdrawn far away at this time.

The ghost on the bridge was even more when he saw me and Huang Mao getting closer.

Frightened, they jumped under the bridge.

In the blink of an eye, Huang Mao was already close to the strong man ghost, and he didn't have time to escape, so he was kicked over by Huang Mao.

Before he could get up, I raised my peachwood sword and put it directly on his neck.

At this time, the strong man ghost no longer has the arrogance just now.

The gray eyes were full of horror, and they did not show the horror of his death.

Hands raised slightly, stammered: "Brother, brother, I was wrong, wrong, small, be careful of the sword ......"

Before the words fell, Huang Mao slapped him.

"Smack" hit him in the face:

"The tiger is coming down the mountain and the dragon is roaring, little brother, do you know that you are wrong now?"

After speaking, he was slapped several times by Huang Mao.

I kicked it a few times.

It hurt so much that the strong man and ghost screamed.

Now, he doesn't dare to put a fart, and none of the ghosts around him dare to move forward.

Li Hefei was behind, his mouth wide open, and he was stunned.

I didn't expect the two of us to be so fierce, rushed to the cemetery, and if I couldn't match a few words, I beat the second master of the cemetery.

At this moment, he begged for mercy to the two of us again and again:

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, brother, brother, I'm not arrogant, I'm not arrogant, it's really wrong, it's wrong."

"Are you still letting us go now?"

I said it lightly.

"Pass, pass, brother, you can live casually, you can live casually......"